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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[soulpeeping.livejournal.com]

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.]

[scaletipping]

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.

[soulpeeping.livejournal.com]

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.