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[feistytrader]

specify the kind of thread (voice/action/etc) and the date (mm/dd pref) in the thread please!

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[feistytrader]

[...Oh. It's Kimbley.]

As long as it's nothing too startling, because I'm balancing six dishes right now.

[What's up, dude?]

[alchemicals]

...In that case, may you have more coordination than me, damn.

[He's got a tendency to trip over fucking nothing.]

It's nothing too bad, though, I just figure I owe you an apology for a couple of weeks ago.

[feistytrader]

...You do?

[He has gotten some of the plates down, at least, because damn, that wasn't startling, but he didn't think Kimbley's mouth was capable of putting those words together in that order.]

[alchemicals]

Apparently? Archer said that I did, anyway.

[...Well, that makes marginally more sense.]

[feistytrader]

Oh good, you weren't replaced by some creepy polite alternate version of yourself.

[He can stop making a weird face at the people at this table now.

...There's a quiet I'm sorry through the crystals as he apologies to his damn customers for making a weird as face at them.]

...Apology accepted, I guess. As long as you don't do that again, it's fine.

[alchemicals]

I'm not planning on it; I got what I wanted out of it.

We should probably continue this when you're around less people, though; I have no idea what you're apologizing for, but I know that wasn't to me. I'm guessing you're working?

[...Either that or you're the guy in charge of the food table at a party, but you don't seem the partying type.]

[feistytrader]

Yeah, I am. My shift's almost done, so I can come see you after work, if you want.

[...]

Do you want a cake?

[alchemicals]

...You say that like I'd say no to cake. Why are you offering?

[Fuck's the catch.]

[feistytrader]

Just because. As long as I get to deliver it straight to the face, I don't mind.

[alchemicals]

...Sure, why the hell not. It'll probably take me until your damn shift is over to figure out how to get Archer to let me leave the house on my own for more than thirty seconds, but we can meet up wherever you want.

[feistytrader]

...Should I get him a cake too?

[This is important.]

[alchemicals]

...You're not going to get to deliver it straight to his face, but that'd be good, actually.

Loads of strawberries, he loves the damn things. I do not and will probably die if those go directly in my face, but he'll enjoy it.

[feistytrader]

That's an allergy, right?

[Tsukiyama taught him all about allergies! He's allergic to everything.]

One strawberry covered cake, not to the face. What kind of cake do you want, then?

[alchemicals]

[...Holy shit, the forest child knows what an allergy is. Color him surprised.]

Outside of the strawberries I'm okay with pretty much everything, assuming it's edible. Surprise me.

[feistytrader]

I'll meet you after work, then. By the tree, I guess.

[He likes the tree! Let's meet by the tree. ...Silver you don't eat cake in a tree- you're the actual forest child, of course you do.]

[alchemicals]

[...Silver, you'd better not be expecting to get Archer actually up the tree, because Archer is literally no fun.

That said, they'll be standing around below it, well before anyone could reasonably expect Silver's shift to be over; Kimbley's usually...surprisingly punctual, just because he's used to prison and the military before that, everything's always on a schedule, but Archer tends to like being early and so damn, they're going to be early, apparently.]

The kid's probably going to expect you to climb this thing at some point or another. You realize that, right.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer is zero fun at all and he also runs on his own time which means they're here at least five minutes early.]

...I'm not climbing that tree.

[Oh my god no. Does he look like he grew up anywhere near a forest??? Tree-climbing is out of the question.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver and Honchkrow aren't exactly early to show up; Silver gets caught up in a conversation at the end of work and takes a little too long looking at the cakes. But he does show up, and he shows up with two boxes of cake. ...And Honchkrow greets Kimbley long before Silver actually reaches either of them by flying right up to him and crowing at him a lot. Hey buddy! Hey!]

[alchemicals]

Hey-

[Holy crap, huge bird -

...so is it a bad idea to headbutt the bird because that seems to be his standard way of initiating conversation, by greeting it directly with his face

...

we're gonna do it, we're gonna headbutt the bird

archer i'm so sorry that you have to witness this]

[sadisticwarfare]

[...is it too late to go home and pretend this never happened.]

What are you doing.

[It's not even a question. He sounds so done already. Why is this his life, what did he do to deserve this, etc.]

[feistytrader]

[...Oh heck yes, Honchkrow is headbutting Kimbley right back!!

In time for Silver to show up.]

Careful, buddy. Don't get him too hard.

[Alright, alright, he's had his fun, he'll just sit on Kimbley's head instead.]

I brought cake.

[alchemicals]

[...Well, Kimbley has...recently had his hair whacked off again by Greed, so it's not like it isn't a convenient place for birds to hang out or something.

Anyway.]

Don't worry about it, Archer, I'm friends with this one.

[Isn't that right, Honchkrow.]

...Anyway. No delivering it straight to the intended location with the fun police around, but I'll let you do it after a bit, okay?

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well as long as Kimbley's not getting killed by the murderbird it's fine, maybe.]

"The intended location"?

[Does he even want to know? He suspects he doesn't.]

Good evening, Silver.

[He's trying to be civil! Look at that. He's not even frowning as much as usual. Progress...??]

[feistytrader]

[...You know, Silver would comment, but he's had the same hairstyle since he was two, so he's the last person to say anything about anyone's hair.]

Yeah, straight to the face. Why do you think I brought cake?

[He grabs one of the boxes with one hand and holds it out to Archer.]

I can't deliver yours to the face though. Kimbley said so.

[alchemicals]

[...CHILD...]

Never let it be said that I don't look out for you guys.