It's bugging me, grating me, and twisting me around

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[Hey. Hey Ginshu. We'll say this is before Shit Happened, y'know? You haven't been coming out to talk to him much lately, you know that? And he's hideously bored, so our nameless bird is going to get your attention by making that barrier crackle. He's just barely outside, sticking fingers through and feeling the electric sting as his own weakness rebounds at him. It's a bitter thought, that this does nearly nothing. And he's wondering if the princess will come out of his pile of texts to see him.]

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[Oh that's his favorite time. Okay, Ginshu's been holed up inside, coddling little girls, and quite frankly? He's excited to slip out at the earliest provocation, leaving Shinshu safely inside as he slips out into the frigid air, blinking as fat flakes of snow drift down and rests in his hair. It's been a while since he's been able to see Byakuroku-san, and a bright smile lights up his face as soon as he lays eyes on the grumpy ayakashi, and he all but skips to the edge of the barrier.]

Byakuroku-san, I don't think I've ever seen you come out in the falling snow.

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Maybe I was hoping you'd catch a cold.

[His smile in return is small, condescending as always. But it's obvious enough by his presence that he wants to be there. He's relaxed. It's cold, but not cold enough to deter him.]

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But if I caught a cold, I wouldn't be able to come out and let you through the barrier, would I? [Which he does, playfully tapping Byakuroku-san's talons with his own fingers before pushing them through the barrier, opening a hole large enough for his willful friend to pass through without being singed.]

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It would be a fair trade.

[Still, he comes in when he can, stepping clear of that nasty thing and taking a habitual look around, just in case there's something waiting to cause trouble. There never is, but he still always, always checks. He still doesn't trust this place.]

You've been busy.

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Yes I have. And if I were sick I wouldn't be able to bring you this sort of thing, would I? [Triumphantly, he pulls a warm bundle from his sleeve. Byakuroku-san has always been finicky about what he'll eat, but Ginshu is a firm believer in the try-until-you-get-it method.] And then you would have to wait out here in the snow without any kind of pay-out!

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[Honestly, he just doesn't much like eating. But he likes eating things given to him by Ginshu even less, so as usual he'll just ignore the offering.]

I'd be outside whether I came to bother you in the first place or not. You're just a distraction.

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[He's such a troublesome child! Oh but a fascinating one regardless. Ginshu will surprise himself later when he reflects on how fond of this scrawny little bird he's become.]

A pleasant one, I'd hope. [He wants to ask what he's a distraction from, but that sort of question must come later, if it comes at all.]

What do you want to play today, Byakuroku-san?

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Janken.

[He doesn't bother to look at Ginshu before he finds a comfortable place to sit on the ground. It's a simple game -- a child's game -- but he knows how to play, and it has the potential to be an excuse to be extra rude.

Not that he thinks of it that way.]

Maybe we'll up the stakes this time.

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[Ahhhh Ginshu knows this one. He folds neatly to the ground across from Byakuroku-san and tilts his head.]

Oh? What did you have in mind?

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Who knows? Maybe the loser can take a dare.

[He isn't sure where he expects that to go, honestly. He just wants to keep things interesting, especially since there's been so much less of Ginshu lately. Filling the time to the fullest, as it were, and maybe humiliate the man at the same time.]

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Well, we can't have you bored, can we, Byakuroku-san? [Ginshu teased easily, voice light and mischievous.] Loser takes a dare, then. [He catches up his long, flowing sleeve and bares his hand to the wrist, fingers curled loosely in a fist.] Shall we?

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Don't talk to me like a child.

[He grumbles, still as difficult as ever, but copies Ginshu's position anyway.]

Of course.

[Three quick motions -- jan ken pon -- and he's holding out a flat hand, perfectly honest.]

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Oh, my mistake. [He obviously wasn't sorry in the least, as Byakuroku-san was clearly a child, and teasing him is the best fun a priestess can get.

And then they are playing, one two three and Ginshu's fingers are still curled up into a ball. He laughs (giggles, really) and taps the underside of Byakuroku's palm.]

I guess this round goes to you, then.

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You shouldn't be so happy about losing. You really are stupid.

[Even though he won, he looks disgruntled. But he's usually disgruntled, honestly. It's a mystery even to him why he keeps coming back.

He isn't sure what to ask for a dare, really. But he's not going to go with anything serious or major yet. If he did, it'd be over too quickly.]

Sing something.