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[enduringwinter]

[Richter walks back onto the Plane, running a hand through his hair and looking a little less composed than the last time he walked onto the Plane. In fact, he looked like someone who's just had to sit through a few hours worth of bickering ('Spiteful Tenebrae' indeed) and he was going to kill the idiot who thought to put something like that on

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[guyexplains]

[Oh yes. Grumpy redheads. Guy is familiar with the breed. The outfit gives him half a second's pause--it resembles the preferred style of a certain tasteless God General--but he understands the muttering well enough. If not the exact context, enough to guess just on sheer speculation.]

Rough day?

[enduringwinter]

[suddenly, Johnny Young Bosch a blond. At least it's not Emil or Aster, Richter isn't sure how to explain it to either of them]

... You could say that. [/prickly]

[servidude]

[He will Johnny Yong Bro at you Richter!!! Guy is mostly immune to prickly, and instead heads to the fridge.]

Then I won't ask. Hungry?

[enduringwinter]

[a moment to stare at Guy like he's nuts and then;]

I can get a drink on my own. ['No, I'm not hungry']

[servidude]

[Because he is. But he just shrugs and helps himself to a few ingredients in the fridge. Time to whip up a snack.]

Didn't say otherwise. What's your name?

[enduringwinter]

Do you just make it a point to have conversations with random people you come across?

[servidude]

Only the grumpy, anti-social ones.

[enduringwinter]

[if looks could kill] So someone has kindly chosen to remind me of already. Do you people have nothing better to do?

[servidude]

[Guy wisely refrains from laughing at the glare. Well if this isn't really familiar.]

Mm. [Noncommittal answer. He probably shouldn't tease men he doesn't even know.]

Dunno who else you were talking to but I'm taking a break from "better things to do". What about you?

[enduringwinter]

[he looks skeptical, but it doesn't sound like Guy has any idea about the graffiti]

Getting away from an insufferable mutt. [now if you'll excuse him, he's got tea to make]

[servidude]

[He doesn't get in the way, just fixing himself some quickie curry. Enough for two, if Richter changes his mind. And if not, leftovers keep.]

Pet troubles?

[enduringwinter]

[... give him a second, he's having unwanted flashbacks]

If only. Pets don't generally talk back to you.

[servidude]

Sounds like you have it tough.

[enduringwinter]

[he cuts his eyes upwards before turning his attention back to tea] Not any worse than what I've normally dealt with.

... And it's just that one spiteful one anyway.

[servidude]

[Curry's coming along nicely, just stirring it occasionally now.]

Spiteful? What kind of characters are you stuck with, anyway?

[enduringwinter]

'Interesting' ones. [he sounds annoyed, but there's a hint of fondness too. Ahh, Aqua, you silly fangirl]

They're about as different as any person you can run into.