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[transcendens]

Impossible though I suspect it is for one so simple-minded to believe, I've better uses for my time than wasting it attempting to communicate with you.

Planning for the rampant plague of stupidity about to befall the city of eternal night, for example. You may have forgotten about it, but I assure you, I have not.

Cease entertaining the futile notion of subjecting me to further idiocy and concentrate on the matter at hand.

I haven't come this far only to lose everything due to your inattention.

Comments

[transcendens]

Perhaps just a bit.

[deathberry]

This better be flattery coming up!

[transcendens]

The sort that waxes poetic about the color of your eyes and the way a stray beam of light can turn your hair to fire? Or something more practical, perhaps? A lengthy description of your fluidity in battle and the occasionally elegant swordwork you're capable of producing if you only allow yourself to let go? Tell me which you'd prefer, and I'll endeavor to provide it properly.

[deathberry]

D-Don't, I feel sick already.

[transcendens]

I question why you bother speaking to me at all, if my presence so nauseates you.

[deathberry]

Only if you're really going to start spouting poetry my way. Pretty sure I handle you at the best of times, otherwise.

[transcendens]

Your mixed signals grow wearisome, Ichigo. For the record, as I believe humans are wont to say.

[deathberry]

Nah, you still don't know how to let me tease you, that's all. You're way too defensive around me.

[transcendens]

Perhaps it would be easier if you were genuine with me first, and progress to the incomprehensible teasing you so enjoy employing against me.

[deathberry]

I'm just treating you like I'd treat anyone else.

[transcendens]

Shall I do the same?

[deathberry]

... That depends on whether or not you still talk to me like I'm a real person to you.

[transcendens]

Oh, come now. I speak to all as if they're real people.

[deathberry]

But not as if they matter.

[transcendens]

To me, they don't.

[deathberry]

Yeah, well ...

[ How did he know he was going to hear that? A hand slides into Sousuke's, fingers gripping loosely as Ichigo retains his casual slouch. Ain't no thang. ]

I can understand why they wouldn't, but that doesn't mean I want to join their ranks.

[transcendens]

You would matter to me, hmm?

[ That hand gets the faintest of squeezes, equally casual, almost as if it happened by accident. ]

I trust you'd prefer in a positive manner, given the penchant of those who attract my negative regard to disappear.

[ That might be a joke. Blink and you'll miss it. ]

[deathberry]

[ You're a peach, really. The lame joke gets a half-smile of acknowledgment. ]

You've looked at me as negatively as you could do anyone before, and here I am. Lived to tell the tale.

[transcendens]

You'd be surprised. Very surprised, in fact.

But you are alive, no doubt about it. And I suspect that you will be for quite a long time.

[deathberry]

I'm not about to assume you hate me more than anyone else. You wouldn't have raised me like this if you had.

[transcendens]

In point of fact, I don't hate you at that. That particular emotion is reserved for a select few, of which you are not one.

[deathberry]

So you like me.

[transcendens]

Now let's not get ahead of ourselves.

[deathberry]

Hah, what should we call it?

[transcendens]

I haven't decided yet. Ask me again later.