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[semblant]

[Pls don't rely on him for accuracy when he's eternally ass blasted.]

Aren't you trying to make it one of my concerns?

[How's he supposed to agree to some weird shit with zero info?? Fool him once...]

[shikomizue]

Why don't you think of it as me inviting you over for a meal?

[One you have to reap and process and cook yourself! Great!!!]

[semblant]

You've prepared something?

[The world must be ending...who should he even contact about this????]

[shikomizue]

I could, there's plenty in the fields.

[Not that he has any idea how to harvest them. Takasugi's way better at razing and burning crops.

Why he thinks Solomon has any expertise in this area is a mystery. (He just wants to see him fail.)]

Come over, and we'll see what we can do about that. ['We'. Hm. Sounds fake.]

[semblant]

[We. We...huh. Tryina put a cucumber up ya butt?]

I'll come once you've prepared something. Let me know when it's been done.

[shikomizue]

[Solomon is trying so hard to stay one step ahead here...

Takasugi can't let him off so easily.

Twenty minutes pass before he sends another message.]

I've prepared a surprise for you.

[Dubious.]

[semblant]

[20 minutes huh....]

Will I like it?

[shikomizue]

It smells pleasant.

And there's enough to last the night.

[He's warmed up some sake.

How bougie]

[semblant]

There's some promise. Fine.

[This is still scary, what a terrible ultimatum.]

[shikomizue]

[OOC: I'm gonna move this to a log RIGHT HERE]