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You shouldn't be making promises anyways.

[Excuse him as he hooks their arms together.]

And didn't I tell you? I'm happy to give you lessons so you can learn more than what you're made for.

[Even sexy lessons.]

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[Oh how remarkably lenient. His life is saved if he doesn't have to promise anything... if nobody expects him to do anything well then he won't disappoint anyone, right!!!

He allows the arm to be taken, though he tenses very deeply at first.]

I... I respectf'lly decline.

Just told you, I didn't want to try that again right now, anyway... not... n-not like, uh.... not like you were bad at all, 'cause you weren't, but I... u-uh... I-I dunno 'f I could handle it again...

[Besides... he wants dango............]

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[No!! It’s because promises are bad!!!!!!!! Stop assuming the worst!]

Shying away from things will never make them less overwhelming.

[Somehow, it kind of sounds like he doesn’t mean sex.]

You’ll never know what you’re capable of if you don’t let yourself try, and fail, and try some more. No point in living if you’re too afraid to branch out - but do you want to stay alive like this or not?

[As something person-shaped, he means.]

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[His arm tenses again under Owen's grip. Thank goodness he's not too unsteady when he walks, but...

Does he want to stay alive like this??

...]

I, uh... I mean... 't's not like any of that is what I need to stay alive, right?

Besides, it's complicated. Not everything's gonna make me useful.

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If you want a miserable existence, sure. You don't need to do anything at all if you don't want to.

[He's absolutely not looking up at Otegine more, instead looking at the businesses around them.]

...But that doesn't mean you want to be alive, either. That doesn't mean that your existence right now is what you want, even if makes you useful to anyone or nobody. If given the chance, would you give this life, this form, up? To be something else?

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[WOW THIS TOPIC SURE TOOK A HARD TURN SOUTH

He hesitates for a long, long while, squirming underneath Owen's arm.]

No. I... I just am what I am. There's no point in thinkin' past that.

Besides, 'm not miserable.

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You’re not, though, are you? You don’t look much like a spear, so are you “just” anything at all?

[Huff.]

Are you sure you’re not?

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[stop he's too tipsy for this]

O-oi, I still look exactly what I'm supposed t' look like. What do you mean, I don't look like a spear??

And of course 'm sure. Do I look miserable to you??

[He thinks of Sadachika, who's been asked something similar, and bounced back with almost ridiculous insistence. Mmmph. He can't resort to that. He'd look stupid.]

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I didn’t think spears had legs, or hands, or eyes… Perhaps the spears in your world are different, but no spear I’ve ever seen was able to penetrate someone with their cock, either.

[He’s just saying.]

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[His face flattens with irritation as color spreads across his skin from embarrassment but he just

stops

and deliberately holds out his weapon with a look of disbelief towards owen like

????????

okay cool, did you see the spear? cool. good talk let's keep going]

Th' body's newer.

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[Don’t mind him as he reaches out to touch the spear, running his fingers along the blade gently.]

I don’t see the resemblance.

[Well, they’re both… long???]

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[He instantly reacts as soon as Owen's fingers run down the sheath, pulling the spear away with a noticeable shudder against Owen's grip.]

N-no, no, hey, off-limits. Don't do that.

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[Zooming in instantly on the way Otegine shudders...

Interesting. Very, very interesting.]

Why? Can you... feel when it's touched?

[A beat.]

Is that too intimate?

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Of course I can feel it! It's me!

[How is the spear concept not sticking!!!]

How'd you feel if someone just ran a finger up your body without askin'? Come on...

[Thank god the dango stand is right around the corner. Otegine sighs tiredly, now deliberately trying to keep his spear out of Owen's reach.]

L-listen, do... do y' not know how to treat stuff with respect or something? You're gonna piss a lot of things off like that, you know.

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I would kill them, unless there were offering something I was interested in.

[He shrugs, but he’s filing that information away.]

If someone gets angry at me and lashes out in rage… what’s the worst that could happen? I die?

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Kind of extreme, don't you think...?

[This is coming from the person who just accidentally admitted they were a weapon, Owen, perhaps think about that a moment.]

I thought you said you didn't want t' die. So why would you go do stuff like that?

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Better then them killing me first, don't you think?

[Checkmate.]

I'm not going to let something like that keep me from what I want to do, even if it's something as pointless as this. The worst thing that could happen doesn't even matter to me, so I have nothing to lose. Maybe I'll even gain something.

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[oh my god this again

Otegine's face tightens, before his spear tucks against his arm and he swipes the pole against the back of Owen's knees.]

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[He never even stood a chance.

Owen doesn’t make much noise besides a soft “oof” as his back hits the ground, and he’s dazed enough by the impact that he just. Lays there for a moment.

This is so insulting… Why is he so weak right now… (Not that he’d ever have a chance at hand-to-hand combat, ever, but still.)]

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[He sighs, leaning overtop of him with a hand on his hip.]

I'm not gonna kill you. Doesn't matter if I can, or if you think you deserve it, or whatever. So quit talkin' about stuff like that.

[His eyes soften slightly.]

Do you want food or not?

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[Please stop looming. It's just adding insult to injury.]

You could quite easily, it seems.

[He's going to stand up, dusting himself off. His eyes narrow at Otegine for a moment, before his face eases to something more neutral.]

Yes. I do. I want to try this... "dango", still.

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[He'll have a hand out for Owen if he needs it while getting himself to his feet, though he will not be surprised if Owen completely ignores it.]

Maybe. Or maybe I was just lucky. 'M not exactly operating at my best around here or anything.

Sweet ones, right? 'ts kinda late in the year for it, but...

[He'll nod a short distance ahead, where a booth has been set up with a small variety of dango skewers. Most of it's savory, but there are several that have the spring-centric tri coloring.]

Go ahead. Pick whatever looks good.