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[hecait]

What do you mean, "waited until episode 5 so you could screenshot my reaction"?!

You're just as bad as he is. And I don't care for the icons you chose either. I don't see why I would need any of... her.

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[solokun]

[He droops a little when he gets denied the handshake yet again.

Ah... it's a critical hit... hah hah...]

G-Got it. Excused from excuses.

[hecait]

[Don't feel bad, Kirito. She has crippling emotional issues. Okay, maybe feel a little bad for seeing her almost naked.]

[She takes a moment to scan Kirito's avatar out the corner of her eye. There's a sword over his shoulder, so...] Is that the avatar from the fantasy game you converted from?

[solokun]

[He holds his chin for a few seconds at her question. Technically it's his SAO avatar since that's where he's played from in-game, but it's similar enough to his ALO one!]

Mh, pretty much.

[Lifting his hands, he holds his index fingers beside his ears.]

Normally my ears are a little more pointy, but my hearing is still sharp.

[Get it? He feels the need to try and cut through her sour mood with... more jokes.]

[hecait]

Uh-huh. [She won't admit it, but it "suits" him a little more. Not that she knows that this is what Kirito looks like in real life.]

What's this other game like? Does everyone use a sword like you do?

[solokun]

[Seeing as how he wants to keep his involvement in SAO somewhat a secret, he answers based on ALO.]

There are actually all different types of close-range weapons. If you think "fantasy" then you would get the picture -- swords, axes, polearms, and such. A few people focus on magic or long-range weapons like bows.

[hecait]

And yet you came to a game based almost entirely on long-range combat...

[She sighs. She's not a hardcore gamer but quite a few things in Kirito's story don't add up.]

Well, it's not like I have any interest in such a game. GGO is the only place where I can be... [She trails off, clearing her throat.]

[solokun]

[Hey, if it wasn't for a certain civil servant, he definitely wouldn't be there! And okay, maybe he's curious about Death Gun, but he's 90% sure that that is just a myth. He'd much rather be in his fantasy game with his friends, people that can tolerate him a little bit better...]

Do you like the dirty smell or something?

[hecait]

No. GGO is... a place where I can kill anyone who opposes me.

[solokun]

[jfc Sinon...]

[His expression finally turns more serious.]

Oi. Saying things like that... someone would really think you enjoy that sort of thing.

[hecait]

[Sorry, she's gone full-Sinon on you.]

Heh. Let them think whatever they want.

Miniguns, SMGs, grenade launchers... even your silly plasma sword: I'll take down everything.

[solokun]

[Gurl, you need a hug or something.]

Isn't GGO a game that's just a game?

[Not like SAO...]

Then... what's the point in that sort of attitude? Are you really the type that lives for PvP?

[hecait]

[No hugs. Only GUNS.]

What do you care?

[solokun]

The Sinon that helped me when I first arrived and laughed and smiled with me on the buggy doesn't seem to me like that type that cares about only defeating other players.

But if that's really the case... [If you're someone like Death Gun;] ... then as a swordsman all I can do is meet you with all that I have.

[hecait]

That was-!

[asdfghjk Kirito, why did you have to say that. All he's done is remind her of why she was so mad at him in the first place. She had shown weakness to an enemy... even if there was a tiny part of her that actually enjoyed having a female friend. It was weakness that she couldn't afford to have. Not now.

That was why... she had to defeat him.]

Then you'd better make it to the finals. I'll be waiting for you.

[solokun]

[Because that is how he feels! And also, it might sound like something a JRPG hero protagonist might say. In any case, it's the truth from his heart, so he has to say it that way.

At those words, a hero protagonist would also draw his weapon, give a determined nod, and promise to meet her on the battlefield. Kirito reaches for his plasma sword on his hip to do just that and only finds air as he pats there a few times.

... Goddammit, he just got used to having it there too. Derp.

SO HE QUICKLY pulls his one-handed sword from his back, twirls it once, draws it horizontally across his chest, and sheathes it once more with his usual flair before nodding.]

Then we'll meet in that place and cross weapons once and for all.