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The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.

What the hell is this???

me saving your life

Do you actually believe this crap????

my skydom was almost destroyed because of miscommunication
im saving us

[Oh my god.]

This is chain mail bull!

[He can't even.]

there's no chains?

[After taking a moment, and a shot of some gin he purchased, he responds.]

Chain mail is a term for messages or letters where there's either a curse or a superstition of good luck if the receiver gives it to X-number of people. All of it false and just a kind of prank.

[That was harder than he thought.]

so the moon people were pranking each other

Did the locals make this? Did they really?

[Congratulations, Bishop, this is the first time Shiho has ever sent a text to anyone with her own name.]

So
About that talk
I... think I'm ready now
Can I come over?

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[ Like most text, it came out of the blue and seeing the name made him feel equal measures of excitement and nervousness.

Mostly cause his place is kind of a dump.]

Of course. My place is small and is near Caihong.

[ And a dump, but he sends her the address anyway. ]

If you want to meet somewhere nicer, that'd be okay too. My treat.

small is fine
I just
Want this to be private

We can move somewhere nicer after
If you want to

[If he still wanted to after finding out what she is, that is.

She kind of hopes it goes well though. She really, really wants it to.]

[ Private. Gulp. ]

Okay. Private then. We can decide what to do after we talk.

[ No amount of special training prepared him for what they're about to talk about. ]

I'll see you in a bit then?

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Yeah
I'll be htere just give me a moment

[Talking about being a psychometer isn't a conversation she wants to have in public, so private it'll have to be.

She tries to be punctual.... but ends up obsessing too much over what she should wear or how her hair should look. It takes her at least thirty minutes before she leaves, after asking Kaoru for the third time if she looks okay, if she's successfully toed the line between "tried hard to be cute" and "just naturally this cute".

Sure, she can have this conversation with him even in regular clothes but it feels easier to be brave when she knows she looks super cute so just give her this, okay.

Welp, here goes nothing: she knocks on the door.]

Edited 2020-05-08 03:40 (UTC)

[ He paced his tiny room after her last response trying to convince himself that he's calm, despite the elevated pulse rate, shallow breathing, and uneasy tension in his gut. Or what's commonly known as butterflies in his stomach.

When pacing didn't help Bishop started to obsess over the smallest things, like the tiniest particles of dust on the window sill, the wrinkles on his bed, how the few clothes in his closet were equidistant from each other. He must have cleaned his place at least three times.

When Shiho knocked on the door he was in the middle of cleaning cleaning his guns, one of which was disassembled and laid out a top a cloth. ]

Coming!

[ He rushed to the door, tripping over nothing, before opening it and seeing her. Her efforts to dress herself paid off as his chest tightened and his heart skipped a beat the moment he laid his eyes on her. ]

...A-Ah! Come in.

[ Smooth. Like twenty grit sand paper smooth. ]

[Shiho has to stop herself from staring at him too when he opens the door. It... really has been a while since she'd seen him but even then she can feel her breath catch as the last time they'd met comes crashing back and she blushes.]

Th-Thank you. [She reaches up and tucks a strand of her behind her ear before noticing she's fidgeting and puts her hand back down. Her eyes drift to the cloth on the table, then the gun and she gratefully goes for that as a point of conversation.

No, she's not trying to avoid the subject already, why do you ask??]

You were busy, huh.

[ That blushing is not fair or allowed. It brought back with it the memories of that night, his mind suddenly trying to remember the sensation of her lips.

Focus, Bishop! Focus!

Stop trying to catch more of her scent as she entered, you dolt! ]

Uhhh, n-n-not really.

[ Also please don't notice how needlessly immaculate the place is. ]

Uhh, please have a seat.

[ He gestures to the one bed and the couple of chairs at the table where he was working. ]

Would you like a drink?

[As a psychometer, she can't help but notice how clean this place is. And she also knows exactly how many times it was just cleaned in the past half hour and who had done all the cleaning. Thankfully she's already blushing.

Shiho chooses to sit on the chair because she knows for a fact she would be distracted sitting on his bed, wondering exactly how it might look to him. At least with gun parts in front of her she can somewhat relax.]

J-Just water, thank you. [Because him going to get water gives her time to take a deep breath to prepare without finding her eyes drifting to him.]

[ Quietly he took two glasses, filled it with ice and poured them each a glass of water, though he all that one glass at a time to give himself a moment to prepare. He has no idea what she wants to talk about and that scares him. She's the only person who's managed to get this kind of reaction out of him in a very very long time. Hell, he practically believe he couldn't feel this way for-...wait, no no! This couldn't be "that" feeling!

He took a breath and shook his head to focus his mind. Shiho had something to say and he needed to listen, not drift into the far reaches of his mind. ]

Here you go. [ He says placing the glass before her then taking the other chair. ] So...what did you want to talk about?

[There is only the faintest imprint of his worry on the glass he hands her, but Shiho doesn't look into it, anxious herself of what she'd see.

Instead she holds it tighter, letting the cold glass brace her.]

Thank you.

[Taking a breath to steady herself, she looks down into the water and the ice as she begins to speak.]

I never... told you about my world, right?

[ This conversation suddenly started to sound familiar. He flashed back briefly to the hospital with him and Marie where he confessed certain things about him. It's going to be one of those conversations. ]

No.

[ He listens intently, bracing himself for whatever may come out of her lips next. ]

[This is definitely one of those conversations.]

...Well, where I come from... a portion of the population are born with powers. They're... espers. And have the ability to move things with their minds. Or the ability to... read things from others. Their futures, their pasts, their thoughts....

[She takes a deep breath and doesn't look at him.]

I'm... one of those. When... I touch someone, I can read them.

An esper.

[ There's no sound of disbelief or skepticism in his voice and any feeling or emotion he felt from her confession he doesn't show it. But it is there.

If she can read people from touching them then how much did she see from him? She wasn't surprised when she saw the disassembled gun on the table, could it be she already knows he's an assassin? Does she know about his past?

...That's more horrifying than the day he encountered Fenrir. ]

How far does your reading reach?

[Shiho has a disassembled gun on her own coffee table though. Even regular people have to clean their guns sometimes? (never mind that she's not normal)

Sure he sounds about the same but Shiho's mind does its best to supply tone and expression where there is none. She knows she needs to say this, that the longer she put it off, the worse it would be.

And she also knows that no matter what, she has Kaoru there for her. So this time she looks up to catch his eyes.]

Only as far as I want it to. But... with you, I've only ever looked at your surface thoughts. Nothing else.

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