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cw: terrible puns in hovertext

[ikutachi]

[ Honestly? Getting pedantic over definitions is the dumbest thing to get upset about, let alone take pot shots over. Okay. Well. Positives. The conversation at least confirmed she needs to extend her meditations in the morning. Both eyes close, letting pain and thoughts drift past in equal neutrality; leaves floating downstream.

Lion continues to beat the dead donkey, punctuated by clanking steps - advancing, not leaving. Servos grinding against each other as a presence settles at her left. She's staying? Odd. Probably just concerned. The injuries are still horrible to those unused to them, so it makes sense. And - thoughts still at that last sensation. Definitely concerned. But about something different. A secret for Niina alone; a finger knocks against the palm of her hand in two precise beats. It's okay.

There's no attempt to sit up again, but when the hypothetical question ends is when the head lifts. Still looks like a corpse, but the smile is excited in all the worst ways. ]

To idle one's Life away.

[ The four syllables of the idiom are still said with the same poetic rhythm, but rather than the slight lift of emphasis being placed on the second word - sei, life - it's placed on the fourth. Shi, death. Effectively, it is a horrible suicide pun that roughs out to "Why push something that's already dead?" "To push yourself to death" and it's using extremely archaic phrases as the medium.

It's okay. The narrative hates explaining it as much as you just hated reading it. Suffer. ]

[dialetheism]

[ The narration was going to make a delightful point here, some long and detailed thing about observers not possessing the right to tarnish such a fragile moment, but no. Lion is, frankly, too deep in the argument paint to even notice it to begin with. What attention they have to spare for non-argument related things is spent on the bottles and boxes scattered across the countertop, gingerly sorting through what Wakaba is keeping and what needs to be shoved back in a bag for Later.

Until the pun, that is. That horrible, perfect pun.

Slowly, they turn to stare at the charred corpse who is far, far too proud of herself. ]

.... This is worse then saying I was named after a one rin coin, you know that? I know, truly, that I shouldn't continue to be surprised that you're such a living fossil, and yet you keep finding ways to remind me of it.

[ Just. Really, Wakaba???

The half-offended, half-incredulous look is turned on Niina. ]

And you asked her to keep an eye on you? Willingly??

[ ......... it's honestly hard to tell if that's an insult or not, at this point. ]

[northeworld]

...I like word play as much as anyone else and I like old poetry but a one rin coin?

[Look. She memorized western poetry because she was bored. Fine, make weird old puns. That's all and good. Niina raises a hand to her forehead.]

We all have our quirks, Lion.

['She's a fossil but she's my fossil.']