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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.