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“hey, i told’ ya to quit doing that!” finally the bunny’s emerald eyes spark back to life, promptly jerking his head away from the other’s hand that was positioned behind an ear. oh come on, why did people keep doing that? was it his soft, luscious fur? sure, he worked hard to maintain it, travelling through those dirt tunnels of his weren’t exactly the cleanest method of transportation, but still.

“i’m not ‘yer personal stress toy alright, keep your hands to yourself, thank you very much.” with a huff, he turns his head away, folding his arms. he can deny it all he wants, but the way he was acting to the scratches mere moments ago proves his theory otherwise …

These guys again? Itto hadn’t the faintest idea of who they were, but he’d seen them skulking around Inazuma for years; shady foreigners that had been ousted during the nation’s period of isolation, but when it’d reopened had their activity ramped back up again. In his efforts to revitalize the Oni tribes, curiosity seized him: were they any good? Somehow, he doubted it.

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“No.”

The one-word answer drops out of him in a heavy, sharp note: one that’s as much deceptively enthusiastic as it is impatient—the tone you take on when someone’s asked a dumb question. He continues his work without wasting a beat, two hands moving in practically a blur while he clings to one of the grips in his tunnel.

“Entire mission unsafe,” Rocky needlessly tells her, as if she’s somehow forgotten. “Stay home if want safe.” Too late, of course, but his point still stands. He sets a strip of xenonite aside to begin work on another, all the while providing an actual explanation. “I make suit for me. Test. Adjust. Perfect. When acceptable, I move on to suits for Grace and Eiko. All of us survive in each other’s atmospheres. Useful.”

@primegrim ➥ a meme I can't find 😭

❝ I think life would be less of a shitshow if that were true. Aging is inevitable, while wisdom is something that's earned. ❞