Inflicting this hideously stupid thing on Gora

[alchemicals]

Well, look at you! Finally deciding to prove your worth as more than bomb materials, and picking a place where I'll still have some power on top of it. Not the sort of power I'd like, yeah, but we can work on that.

Hopefully I'm not going to have to congratulate you every time you make a decision, but hey - this one's actually worthy of a "You're trying!"

Mostly, anyway.

... ... ...

...yeah, if those damn cat ears are not off within the week, I am whacking them off because that is not funny.

[Yes, Kimbley, screw you too, enjoy your game.]

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[alchemicals]

[...bb u cute okay]

Well, if I'm ever in this "Johto" place of yours, maybe I'll have to ask you to go get some with me.

Either the tea or the booze, I'm not really picky.

[snapandscoot]

I think that would be nice! I'll just have to make sure I don't double-book you with the other Mr Kimblee; that would be incredibly confusing!

[[What is it with you Kimblees and pronouncing 'hardcore' wrong...]]

I'll turn you into a tea drinker yet!

[alchemicals]

Oh - you spend a lot of time with the other one or something?

[snapandscoot]

Yes! He's one of my closest friends in Johto; I see quite a bit of him!

[alchemicals]

Just a friend, though?

[snapandscoot]

A very close friend, but not the closeness you're thinking of, Mr Kimblee!

[alchemicals]

Hey, what'd I tell you about that "Mister" crap?

[He doesn't sound pissed at all about it, though, despite the wording. More like amused.]

And if that's the case, then it's his loss, really.

[snapandscoot]

[[Oh have another giggle, you.]]

Aren't you a charmer! You and your double have that in common, I see~

[alchemicals]

Do you blame us for trying? You're a lovely lady, you know.

[snapandscoot]

Two of you at once is a bit much for me, Kimblee.

[[TAKE THAT AS YOU WILL....]]

But I appreciate your gracious compliments~!

[alchemicals]

[shrug]

Eh, we're nowhere near the same person, from what I've heard.

[snapandscoot]

You're certainly different to him, don't worry!

[[....in more ways than one.....]]

It would be odd if you were too similar though. It's nice that you're both unique!

[alchemicals]

...well, yeah. I mean, that'd just be weird otherwise.

And besides, I don't see how we'd be separate people if we weren't unique. I mean, I guess in places like this it doesn't really matter because there's all kinds of weird shit everywhere, but if we were the same people we wouldn't be separate. Or. Something like that, anyway.

[...Emmy, this is Kimbley's logic. Kimbley's logic, Emmy. Play nice.]

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[snapandscoot]

....

[snapandscoot]

I suppose you're right!

[[....DAT...DAT LOGIC....]]

You certainly have your own special charm, Mr-I mean, Kimblee! Sorry, it's a hard habit to break!

[alchemicals]

[...yeah, it should probably be mentioned that the one time he was in Johto, he spent a good five minutes arguing with Archer about how they were clearly in some sort of alternate Xing...]

What, does the other one insist on the "Mister" or something?

[snapandscoot]

No, no, I just tend to address gentlemen that way!

[[And Mr Kimblee is one of her favourites!]]

Are you not a gentleman, Kimblee?

[alchemicals]

Nah, I never claimed to be. That kind of stuff bores me, really - too many restrictions.

[snapandscoot]

Restrictions?

[[Have another giggle!]]

What sort of things excite you then, Kimblee? I'm curious.

[alchemicals]

Depends on what you mean by "excite".

[snapandscoot]

And what did you think I meant by 'excite'?

[[She must study this specimen of confessed anti-gentleman!!]]

How about the first thing that pops into your head?

[alchemicals]

Making things explode.

[snapandscoot]

....that's an interesting answer.

[[.......so ungentlemanly

so fascinating]]

Why making things explode, exactly?

[alchemicals]

[...maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan are you behind the times or what]

Did the classy bastard not tell you what we do or something?

[snapandscoot]

....what you....do?

[[....oh...dear....]]

He's...never mentioned anything like that, no. Why?