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[yumenope]

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[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.

[yumenope]

( WHAT THE FUCK RAMUDA.


well played.

unless???? )

I’m afraid my ankles are only for one set of eyes.

( you gremlin. don’t even. )

He doesn’t necessarily need a phone when he knows where to replenish his currency. Wouldn’t you agree?

[lollipopdrops]

What a strict husband! Sounds like it's suuuuuper boring. Better hide those elbow, Gentaro~

[GENTARO!]

Oh? Thought sex wasn't that great?

[yumenope]

( GOOD GOD THIS FUCKING MAN. )

Hm.

( nonchalantly, with a casual smile, he spins a curl around his finger. )

Perhaps it just wasn’t with the right person.

( he basically just admitted he was in love. )

[lollipopdrops]

[Bring it.]

Hmmm...A lovestuck school girl, Gentaro?

[yumenope]

( would you cut it the fuck out — )

Hm. Don’t you know? We’ve gone steady.

[lollipopdrops]

[...Why?]

I would hope so since you're dating. Though Dice was pretty fun to mess with about that~

[yumenope]

Was he, now?

( he sounds amused all over again. )

We don’t particularly indulge in PDA.

( before the party. )