firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

And subject myself to your nefarious schemes, you mean?

[He laughs, though, and does turn around - though it would be a lie to say he doesn't feel a tinge of worry. But distrusting others out of fear is something he's trying to combat in himself before it sets in.]

[He pats his shoulder before beginning to braid his hair.]

There are sandwiches in the basket if you find you hands are too idle.

[Cute! He smiles, shoulders lowering a little as he makes himself relax.]

What if I eat all of them before you get the chance to even try them?

Starve, I suppose. Though somehow I feel as if I've invited you trying to shove them all in your mouth at once.

[......... oh the temptation is so STRONG]

It does work for an experiment Live. How many sandwiches can I fit in my mouth at once?

You would want to broadcast it.

Well, go on. If it brings you joy, why not?

Mm... Perhaps I will keep it private, just this one time. You can be the only spectator!

[but also i can absolutely make it a main-comm live if we want that.]

Well, I would be rather disappointed if others did find out about this place. I do enjoy coming here to think.

But I could send you the 300 points to make it feel like a live.

[As he finished braiding his hair he ties it with a blue ribbon. Seems like he just has that on him for a reason.]

I cannot believe I am being paid to eat all your sandwiches!

[Curiously, he reaches back to drape the braid over his shoulder and inspect it.]

Oh... blue, hmm? Are you fond of the colour, too?

I carry them around for Comso actually. Which means they are really for Vergil. I'm quite sure would expire if he didn't wear something with that as part of the color.

[He wires him 300 points. He also takes out a small notebook and pen. On the top of the page he simply rights 'Sandwiches' and is ready to tally.]

Now I worry I didn't bring enough.

[BRAINGEARS TURNING]

... Ah, so that is what he meant by being fond of blue "these days"! Oh, I must remember this to terrorize Vergil later.

[Holy shit though we are doing this. Levity grins, rubbing his hands together.]

Soooo... Would you like to set any rules before I begin?

I only arm you with the best information.

[He taps the pen against his chin.]

I suppose the sandwich must be at least half in to count. I can't think of any others besides. ... Just don't choke on them. It would be an awkward conversation to have with Pep! Pep! were I to arrive on their doorstep.

Oh, indeed! I really should become more acquainted with others on that unit... Though I imagine Gladio would appreciate this manner of reason for revival. But, if those are the rules you are going with...

[He grins, obviously Planning Something, and... pulls out a piece of metal from his pocket, uh oh, shapes it into a knife, and. Begins cutting the sandwiches into much smaller finger sandwiches.]

I'm sure it would preferable to most of the requests they get.

[He just laughs at the sight.]

I see you are going for a high score. You really need someone as 'creative' as you to challenge you on this.

Come now, I even gave you the chance to determine the size of sandwiches!

[Okay, mostly done, time to stuff like twenty mini sandwiches in his mouth. In a moment.]

Now... The next step would be challenging someone else to beat my score. Without telling them it needn't be "classic" sandwiches, of course.

I have not come into challenge with your devious mind as of late. Next time, I will do better.

[Emet will help line up the little sandwich sticks in a neat row. You know, make them picturesque.]

Now, who can I get for such a challenge? Lily, perhaps.

[He smiles happily and fondly at the mention of Lily, but--]

Oh, no, no, my friend. Vergil. Much easier to bait into doing anything - I just have to insinuate he couldn't beat me!

I was considering him, but I'm quite sure eating normal food brings him no joy.

Isn't that true for any food? As I understand it, it's not unpleasant for him either, but in his words he "would be just as happy with a bag of flour as with a cake". Though he did seem puzzled when I sent him some flour!

That does sound like him.

But you are delaying.

I thought this an important clarification to make!

[But yes, alright, time to commit food crimes!

I decided to diceroll this and. Dicebot says 27. 27 minisandwiches.]

[Goodness. He, like the somewhat reliable pal that he is, does at least tally off 27 sandwiches.

And then hands him a glass of water once he manages to swallow all that.]

[JUST IN TIME, Levity waves his hand urgently for the water and gulps it down hurriedly, gasping once he's done.]

Goodness, that was still quite the effort!

[He laughs as he brushes crumbs off him casually. And he does draw a pretty arcane pattern around the 27 tally not unlike some sort of certificate before tearing out the page and handing it to him.]

Your spoils, good sir.

[He laughs too once he has enough air in his lungs again, and--decides to cheat, taking out another piece of metal from his pocket and Gadgeteering it with the "certificate" to make it a proper badge.]

Thank you, thank you! This will take the place of honour on my wall.

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