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[yumenope]

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[lollipopdrops]

[Ramuda sees that necklace for sure.]

Oh? You got me something, that's nice!

[yumenope]

I did. I’d be a terrible teammate if I didn’t.

( but he seems ... what is??? friendship?? what is not actually having an ulterior motive for six months???? wow. )

[lollipopdrops]

Don't know about that...I am curious what you got me though?

[Getting deep there but can't really confirm or deny???]

[yumenope]

You’ll see. Eventually.

( and now he pivots, fingers curled in the chain. )

Did you only get your posse gifts, Ramuda?

[lollipopdrops]

[Ramuda smirks and leans back in his chair.]

Seems you got one you like already?

[Waving his hand.]

I wasn't that mean! I made scarves for people.

[yumenope]

You made them?

( how curious. he ignores that first comment though c: he may be besotted but he isn’t prone to rambling about it. )

What people?

[lollipopdrops]

Yeah but they didn't get this.

[He points to their logo.]

Only Dice and you.

A couple at the party...also Jyuto had a present for you too.

[He might have...also poked him with the idea to have a rap battle.]

[yumenope]

Jyuto? Who is Jyuto?

( oh yeah he definitely has some awkward history there. )

Your old teammates, perhaps? They’re all here.

[lollipopdrops]

Guess it might be hard to rap against him then.

[There we go again. Ramuda chuckles a little.]

They are. It would be mean to leave them out right?

[yumenope]

Even the doctor?

( here we go again,,,, )

[lollipopdrops]

As if he would take it.

[Ramuda doesn't pause but moves to the next.]

Hm? There were a few to give out so it the party was busy.

[yumenope]

Have you given Dice his yet?

( such a topic changer. or is he. )

[lollipopdrops]

Not yet. Did you want to take credit for it?

[He feigns a gasp.]

[yumenope]

Not at all. I already gave him his presents.

( he’s utterly amused, leaning his chin down into his palm. )

Feel free to leave them here.

[lollipopdrops]

What might those me?

[He was curious now but then smiles.]

And miss out on seeing his expression?

[yumenope]

Then feel free to stop by later. He usually gambles during the day.

( he smiles. relentlessly. )

[lollipopdrops]

Are you a housewife now with a husband that has a gambling addiction? So sad.

[yumenope]

( WHAT THE FUCK RAMUDA. )

I sometimes wear skirts, yes. I suppose you’re right~

( your fucking move gremlin. )

[lollipopdrops]

[GAME ON.]

Oh, really? Maybe you can model some for me? Do you need me to look out for housewife book and wine clubs?

[yumenope]

( off. a fucking. cliff. )

My, such a proposition. You’d have to ask my husband for permission...

( looking aside, abashed. )

[lollipopdrops]

Oh, do I? If he has a gambling problem I'm sure he will let me for the right price~?

Let me call him~

[Ramuda was gonna poke this bear. Putting his phone to his ear after dialing a number.]

[yumenope]

( hey, what the fuck, posse?

he lifts a brow. )

Are you asking him if I’ll model in a skirt for you? I’m sure that won’t backfire at all.

( oh this is terribly amusing. )

[lollipopdrops]

Are you saying that men can't wear skirts? Think outside of the box Gentaro!

[Ramuda smirks then thinks.]

Oh no! Did he gamble away everything here too?

[yumenope]

Not at all. Skirts are comfortable.

( is he speaking from experience? probably. )

Not everything. He still has a bed.

( because it’s gentaro’s. )

[lollipopdrops]

Then modeling one wouldn't be a problem~ Unless your husband makes all the rules of the house?

[Ramuda wouldn't be surprised.]

Even in a world with earning money for sex he's still broke, what a shame.