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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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.