[ It takes a while for the Mandalorian to figure out the card with him is meant to be for his lodgings. Between the confusion in his surroundings and having to hide to try and regain his own bearings, though, his head's been spinning. He'd only really managed to take stock of everything when he came to conclusion there was no easy escape.
He finds the assigned room eventually, fortunately, and with some finagling understands how to unlock the door. Whatever is here, he figures it's better than being outside with those giant, floating creatures-- but he doesn't expect to see a boy. ]
...hello. [ Is this an En-Pee-See, too? The Mandalorian's never seen eyes so red on a human before. But. ]
[Oh! There is a man(?) in the doorway. Kabane stares at the man's sleek, metal armor with the blank expression of someone who has no idea what the hell is going on and is surprisingly okay with that. He keeps staring for two seconds longer than is comfortable before finally opening his mouth.]
Hello. [He parrots with soft-spoken politeness and a tiny nod.] I'm Kabane.
[Aaaand that's it. He's back to staring. Kabane may not be an NPC, but he sure is as unhelpful as one!]
[ He was told to go here, too. If nothing else, that has the Mandalorian opening the pouch at his belt, pulling a keycard out of it with the number 202 and the name Proxy Hotel written on it. ]
[ Food is flying everywhere in this very fancy dinner party, and that's a waste! Food is important! You'll never know when you'll get your next meal so you have to store food when you can.
At least that's Kon's logic as she crawls on all fours on the floor, in her fancy new hoodie dress, stuffing her fanny pack with whatever she can grab from the table without looking.
Donut? Ham? Fancy cracker? They're all going in there.
There is nothing strange going on here, please ignore Kon. ]
[Why ever would Kabane ignore Kon on purpose? He has something very different in mind.
Despite being all dolled up in a dress shirt and black swallowtail vest, he's already sporting tomato sauce and whipped cream stains when he taps the back of her shoulder. As she turns around, he presents her with a collapsible silicone bento box.
Don't ask where it came from. Just take it, Kon.]
The food will probably taste better if you don't mix it all together.
[Can't argue with a statement like that! Still, the poor, smeared fanny pack fabric won't be joining the food, hopefully. A box is still the better idea, he decides. And she seems happy with it. That's what's important.]
[Kon hunts her own food from the skies, and yet the thought of her eating human-prepared food off the floor still feels wrong somehow. Maybe that's just because it's not proper manners.]
Maybe there's an animal here that can. Then you could eat that animal.
[Kabane hasn't actually seen any large animals in Svelte though. Tokyo had been the same way.]
[ There are no animals, but Kon is absolutely sure that the food she's stuffing in her mouth right now tastes just like chicken. Strange. She's not going to worry about it too much. ]
[Stay inside with the elaborate music and food set up, or go out(side) and watch Kon explode things? This is the easiest decision Kabane has ever had to make.
He throws a hasty nod her way, holds out his hand for her to accept with her food-stained palm. The exit is that-a-way! He'll lead her there.]
Yes! Since everyone's here, there'll be plenty of room outside!
(it's a stay-in sort of day. killua has made enough money these past few days that he has seen no reason why to step out of the comfort of his home for the day - besides, he's been out a whole lot these past few days. he didn't lift a finger to help with construction on his own, but should someone need his assistance, he'd provide it with only mild complaining. it's not everyone who can lift tons without a single care, he's a rare acquisition of svelte in the end of the day.
today, though? he just wants to stay home... which has been a fucking trip so far. he keeps getting reminded of his feelings left and right, not only by himself but now by third parties, which is driving him to nearly bang his head against the wall the knock the gay out of it. it's tiresome, and kabane doesn't really help - because he doesn't understand where romance and friendship separate, and killua is well aware of that.
well. today is the day. they're just watching tv, hand in hand as now has become a habit that kabane has managed to train killua into accepting with less panic by now, and killua gathers all his courage, every single speck of bravery from his very cells to just take the boy's face with his hand and bring his lips to his. it's quick and it feels overwhelming, but you know what feels worse? the fact that killua is fighting every instinct that he has not to run. he's gonna explain it, he's going to get his feelings rejected, and everything is going back to the way it was before he was made aware of his stupid emotions.
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He finds the assigned room eventually, fortunately, and with some finagling understands how to unlock the door. Whatever is here, he figures it's better than being outside with those giant, floating creatures-- but he doesn't expect to see a boy. ]
...hello. [ Is this an En-Pee-See, too? The Mandalorian's never seen eyes so red on a human before. But. ]
ask and ye shall receive!
Hello. [He parrots with soft-spoken politeness and a tiny nod.] I'm Kabane.
[Aaaand that's it. He's back to staring. Kabane may not be an NPC, but he sure is as unhelpful as one!]
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His reply's nonchalant, at the very least. ] Oh.
[ He thinks the En-Pee-Sees don't give their names, often. Maybe. Probably.
His head tilts. ] Were you told to come here?
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I don't understand why, but I think I'm supposed to stay here until I can go back to my training.
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[ He was told to go here, too. If nothing else, that has the Mandalorian opening the pouch at his belt, pulling a keycard out of it with the number 202 and the name Proxy Hotel written on it. ]
...do you have one of these?
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They told me I should stay here and showed me how to open the door.
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At least that's Kon's logic as she crawls on all fours on the floor, in her fancy new hoodie dress, stuffing her fanny pack with whatever she can grab from the table without looking.
Donut? Ham? Fancy cracker? They're all going in there.
There is nothing strange going on here, please ignore Kon. ]
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on purpose? He has something very different in mind.Despite being all dolled up in a dress shirt and black swallowtail vest, he's already sporting tomato sauce and whipped cream stains when he taps the back of her shoulder. As she turns around, he presents her with a collapsible silicone bento box.
Don't ask where it came from. Just take it, Kon.]
The food will probably taste better if you don't mix it all together.
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Because Kon has been bad? :(Woah, Kabane's dressed weird! It does not suit him at all! Moving on, Kon takes the box, sniffs it, shakes it. Sweet, more food! ]
They're all going to mix together in Kon's tummy anyway.
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[Can't argue with a statement like that! Still, the poor, smeared fanny pack fabric won't be joining the food, hopefully. A box is still the better idea, he decides. And she seems happy with it. That's what's important.]
I'm glad you have an appetite.
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Kon's appetite is always good.
[ Kon pauses, a little concerned. ]
Is something wrong with Kabane's appetite?
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My appetite is fine, but a lot of people were throwing the food at each other instead of eating it. It seemed like a waste.
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[ And neither should Kon, she knows this. But still, it won't hurt her to eat dirty food as much as it would hurt a human, probably. ]
So wasteful. Kon can't eat all of this.
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Maybe there's an animal here that can. Then you could eat that animal.
[Kabane hasn't actually seen any large animals in Svelte though. Tokyo had been the same way.]
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Do you think so? Kon hasn't seen a lot of animals here.
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[EXTREMELY UNHELPFUL!!
Kabane's gaze follows the length of the food tables as he considers this dilemma.]
Some of the humans here have abilities similar to animals or kemono though.
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That's weird. What kind of abilities?
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[Can that really be called a fight? Close enough. Kabane reaches for a single piece of cheese to nibble on.]
There are also others who are very fast and strong and can create explosions like kitsune.
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[ She wins by default. So it has been declared. ]
Kon's explosions are better.
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I never got to see your explosions up close.
[After all, he was only a head in a briefcase at the time.]
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[ In the middle of a party, while under a buffet table. Please say no. ]
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Can you show me after the party instead? If you try it now, people could get hurt, and all of the food would be wasted.
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Go out(side) with me, Kabane!
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He throws a hasty nod her way, holds out his hand for her to accept with her food-stained palm. The exit is that-a-way! He'll lead her there.]
Yes! Since everyone's here, there'll be plenty of room outside!
A KISS
today, though? he just wants to stay home... which has been a fucking trip so far. he keeps getting reminded of his feelings left and right, not only by himself but now by third parties, which is driving him to nearly bang his head against the wall the knock the gay out of it. it's tiresome, and kabane doesn't really help - because he doesn't understand where romance and friendship separate, and killua is well aware of that.
well. today is the day. they're just watching tv, hand in hand as now has become a habit that kabane has managed to train killua into accepting with less panic by now, and killua gathers all his courage, every single speck of bravery from his very cells to just take the boy's face with his hand and bring his lips to his. it's quick and it feels overwhelming, but you know what feels worse? the fact that killua is fighting every instinct that he has not to run. he's gonna explain it, he's going to get his feelings rejected, and everything is going back to the way it was before he was made aware of his stupid emotions.
he wants to disintegrate now, thank you.)