[Those kibbles don't sound very appetizing at all, and why does feel like Reaper's having a laugh on the other end? So he's going to clarify it once more for Susato.]
Not nightmare food. Be sssure he'ss not turning whatever he'ss eating into nightmaress.
[ Oh. She had been thinking the same thing, probably something about how cats and dogs deserve better than that. The only thing keeping her from shuddering at imagining the taste is the embarrassment from Kazuma having to clarify. (Some judicial assistant.) ]
Right. Sorry.
[ Her handwriting may seem slightly more rushed as she hurries to correct herself. ]
He meant 76. To make sure 76 is not changing what he is eating into nightmares.
[He looked over at 76 who was back to dozing nearby. So far, there was no ill-effects with the foods that were being shoved into the younger man's mouth. It was something to watch out for he supposed.]
That only happens on the other end of eating. It's like an exorcism.
[ Well! That's about all the time she's willing to spend thinking about that. She never thought about the noctaere in quite that way though, as something to be exorcised, so that's... actually interesting. ]
You're quite the exorcist yourself... apparently.
[ ...No, that felt awkward. Oh well. Too late now. ]
[ She starts to thank him again in what feels like the third time in about as many minutes, though their written messages aren't exactly timestamped. It's enough though that she stops abruptly at a point, holding the quill to the paper.
If only there were some way (like emojis) for her to show her acknowledgement without saying anything (someone please teach this girl about emojis). Until then, she will try to shake off her tiredness. Now that she's started to write it, she clearly can't stop, so she's going to scribble the rest, and then shut her journal.
She still has a snake brother to bully into sleeping and two slackers to cover for at her job. ]
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[And some farm animals, but let's not complicated it. She was already amusing not getting his joke anyway, so he was going to live in the moment.]
So what diet specifically am I feeding the injured war dog?
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Not nightmare food. Be sssure he'ss not turning whatever he'ss eating into nightmaress.
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Right. Sorry.
[ Her handwriting may seem slightly more rushed as she hurries to correct herself. ]
He meant 76. To make sure 76 is not changing what he is eating into nightmares.
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That only happens on the other end of eating. It's like an exorcism.
1/2
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You're quite the exorcist yourself... apparently.
[ ...No, that felt awkward. Oh well. Too late now. ]
Thank you. Again.
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It's a lifetime of tacos at work.
Do you and Kazuma need an update after this, or can the next wait for 76 to be functional to offer one?
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Never mind-- ]
Let him rest. If there is a major change, then you can let us know. Please.
We'll make arrangements to see him when he is ready.
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I'll let him know you'll want a meet up when he's awake next.
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[ She starts to thank him again in what feels like the third time in about as many minutes, though their written messages aren't exactly timestamped. It's enough though that she stops abruptly at a point, holding the quill to the paper.
If only there were some way (like emojis) for her to show her acknowledgement without saying anything (someone please teach this girl about emojis). Until then, she will try to shake off her tiredness. Now that she's started to write it, she clearly can't stop, so she's going to scribble the rest, and then shut her journal.
She still has a snake brother to bully into sleeping and two slackers to cover for at her job. ]