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“Ice cream?! Shakes and floats?! I’m all for that!!”

Rex followed with renewed vigor. Shawnie had made exactly the offer Rex couldn’t refuse. Although he’d been busy just now, he simply nodded along at her description of the doldrums plight: Existential ennui a-go-go indeed. Talking about the how/why/etc. of what she’s doing here in town and what she was getting away from would come later.

“Then let’s load up on sugar and kick this day into high gear…”

“Let’s do it! And I’ll even pay for you if you want!”

“Have you been in here before?” 

Without waiting for an answer, Shawnie already has to distract herself. She spins her barstool’s seat around, throwing her arms up so she won’t hit Rex. Her long and thin tail loosely wraps around her as she does so, and when she stops, she gently unwraps it, giggling like a madwoman.

“It’s okay, I’ve saved up my playcoins for a moment like this.”

Rex started to stretch, before fishing for the requisite currency by which Dr. Coomer operated.

“Call it the deluxe package. Get up in my space, long strike combo chains, any ranged attacks you wanna work in there. It’s on me to defend and counter. Otherwise this chump’s got my number!”

Oh, now that’s lighting a fire in Coomer’s eyes. The semi-metaphorical exchange of currency done, he’s also very excited to tussle with Rex. 

Coomer lets out a hearty chuckle, cracking his knuckles.. “Well then... Do you know of any good locations... With wide open space?” He asks, an idea forming. “I won’t go easy on you if that’s what you want, but we’ll need a suitable Play Space.”

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He flinches away from Spinel’s pointed finger, but only a little. You’d be hard-pressed to find a tsukumogami who isn’t used to some degree of poking and pointing, after all. Instead of insult, Ittan-Momen responds with a chuckle. “‘Thin’… true, true enough, though I prefer to think of myself as ‘hale’.”

“…And all I’m doing right now is getting soaked, it seems like.” He answers back in a good-natured huff, shaking his arm free of some droplets resting down the length of it. The yokai then gives Spinel an imploring look, sheepish about asking a favour of a complete stranger. “…I don’t suppose you’d mind me waiting out the downpour with you? Or that perhaps you’d be so kind as to walk me to the nearest overhang?”

Spinel doesn’t mind doing him a favor - His imploring look makes her heart melt a little bit, to be honest. Poor little guy! She doesn’t often interact with such small folk, it’s kind of cute to see somebody like that. She pulls her arm back to a more normal length, and shifts the umbrella in her grip a bit.  “Don’t worry, I got’cha! C’mon, let’s go over here.” She says, as if he’s really got any choice as she starts walking with the yokai wrapped around her umbrella. ”Hale, d’you wanna go inside until it stops raining?”

...There’s a large ship visible on the horizon, that Spinel’s head indicates towards, although its fairly obstructed by the landscape and the rain. And, well. “Ship” might be an exaggeration, as one’d be a bit pressed to call the shape recognizable as a form of transport.

“Thank you. Thank you dearly.” he chimes gratefully. The damage may already a little done, but the effort will always be appreciated nonetheless. Ittan-Momen scoots up the length of Spinel’s umbrella, tail end coiled around it in an effort to keep himself off the ground and at least somewhat compact and inconspicuous.

Which might be out of the question, he’s realising, getting a proper look at his knight in shining clown shoes here.

“...You are incredibly pink.”

Spinel’s eyes follow Ittan-Momen’s movements, and she’s honestly a bit delighted at how he moves. Something very new to her! She can’t help but wonder what kind of gem he is.

Joe watched the old man stride through the dilapidated fence into playground, never taking his eyes off him. His feet were obscured by the tall overgrown grass but Joe could hear the hard stomp in his step. Joe used the momentum of the swing to leap off the seat and onto the dirt.

He stood with his feet firmly planted and his hands in his pockets. Sachi tugged on his sleeve, clearly unnerved by the threatening presence of the older man. Joe ignored her.

He laughed dryly. “Old man, you came all the way here? That’s annoying.”

“You’re not as dumb as I thought; I’ll give you that.”

Coomer doesn’t really respond to the insult, very caught up in his own head. It’s an understatement to say he has a penchant for violence, and that being taken advantage of is making it hard to keep ahold of.

Coomer tries to meet Joe’s gaze, but he’s antsy, a bit like a caged animal and doesn’t keep eye contact. He’s glancing at Joe, the movement of the swing, Sachi’s anxious tugging, everything...