( video ) open to stars & moon

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un: Tsurumaru

( Arms crossed and hands tucked into his sleeve, Tsurumaru smiles casually as he speaks. )

I'm looking for someone with experience repairing swords. 

( Yes, it's important to get right to the point. No one has time for long winded introductions and explanations! But he supposes an explanation is still needed here so he sighs, running a hand through his hair, pushing back his bangs and scowling just a little, )

I visited a local smith and they were too rough. It felt more like a punishment than care… ( Really! It makes him shudder just thinking about it and he touches a thin scratch on his cheek, ) Eugh. My face still hurts…

( If the smith was going to handle his true form like that, they might as well have just slapped this human body across the face. )

It's a delicate blade and this is a… ( Hm, he doesn't want to have to explain everything right from the get go so he tries to find the right word, ) personal request.

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[pridecroweth]

( maybe it's the nature of this place. everyone's trying to scope each other out, either because they're on competing sides or because they — like sam — carry the expectation that one day they might be the man (or woman) on your right in a firefight.

locking the conversation would only seem suspicious at this point, so sam's response is an affable chuckle and, although tsurumaru can't see it, a shrug. )

That's not really the sort of thing I go into unless you buy me dinner first.

( which he hopes will be read as a i'd prefer not to discuss this on an open channel and not fuck off, i'm not telling you anything. he has the advantage on tsurumaru, here, having been aware of him without the reverse being true, and he likes the guy in that casual way acquaintances sometimes do. but. )

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( The meaning isn't lost on him and he rolls with it easily. Without missing a beat, he laughs lightly, )

I've never done that before. ( Bought someone for dinner. Usually, food was always prepared for him by someone on cooking duty. Most try to keep him out of the kitchen if they can help it. He's a disaster at worst-- a horrible cook, someone who would certainly get someone sick if he was left in charge-- and at best, he's just a menace that likes to change the labels on every spice and sneak tastes of all of the food. ) It might be fun!

Ah, but if you disappoint me.... I'll make you pay.

( Literally or metaphorically, hm. )

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( wow, rude!! )

Do I seem like the sort to disappoint?

( wow, he sounds so very mock-offended at the whole thing. )

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Do I look like I want to pay?

( He's a hard person to impress! Except not really if you know what he likes. )

[pridecroweth]

( his answering laugh is warm, at least. )

Touché. Fair enough, we can always go dutch.

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Hm? Go where?

( Dutch? As in that group of foreigners they sometimes ran into on missions near ports and trade posts? He really can't help but tilt his head curiously to the side. He doesn't... get it? )

[pridecroweth]

( ... right. culture. sam shakes his head a bit. )

It's a phrase. Means you split the bill instead.

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What a strange way to say it...

( Not that he's complaining. It's nice to learn something new once in awhile! He doesn't get to do that much these days. )

Very well, then. When we meet, we'll see how to pay.