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[improvking]

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[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit snickers, but with a teasing grin, not an outright mocking one. He tips his head at the floor beside him. ]

Just set it there, it can wait. Not like it's ~holy~ or anything, the ground won't hurt it.

Sit with me? I'd let you in, but it really does smell vile in there. I think we need to get more salt or something, decontaminate the place.

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou sighs, then sits next to the Ring-Spirit, deciding he'll hold onto the Ring because he can't imagine simply setting it on the ground like it's any old thing.]

You know, normally I'm the one who ends up possessed. It's weird seeing it the other way around.

[Scary, honestly. He doesn't like it.]

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit grins wryly as he starts in on the okayu. ]

And yet you're not the one who craves head-company... I probably have some kind of spiritual beacon over me now that I'm not the one hitching a ride.

It's not the first time something like this has happened here. This batch of spirits is the first time the entity involved's been so stifling while at it though...

[ They remind him of what it was like back when Mahaad wore the Ring, to be honest. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

I think we've established that head-company might be acceptable in the right circumstances.

[He let you in when he was upset, didn't he?

Ryou settles in a legs-crossed position, his tail curling around him. The barb's much easier to see this close--it's bright and shining, like gold. Funny, that.]

...Why did you choose a die? Of all the items you could have chosen for your phylactery...that's what you went with?

[improvking]

H-heheh... you're amenable to it. "In the right circumstances", as you said. That's hardly the same level of... [ he pauses, trying to think of a better term, before giving in with a shrug and using the term he'd first thought of anyway: ] ...desperation.

[ He hesitates again at the question, looking uncomfortable. ]

I... don't know?

[ (Liar.) ]

I didn't pick it on purpose. It just sort of... worked out that way.

[ That much is true. He fidgets with the chopsticks. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou doesn't seem convinced by that response, but he eases back, because he's not going to press the issue while the Ring-Spirit feels like warmed-over garbage. Instead, he extends his feathered wing, brushing against the spirit's arm.]

And here I thought you didn't like when people played their stories by the dice. That's not really making a character, it's just depending on probability.

[It's an attempt to lighten things a bit.]

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit smirks a bit a that, playfully jostling the wing back. ]

H-heh, maybe it was karma for harping on about it.

[ He appreciates being let off the hook for however long that'll last. Mood slightly improved, he gets to work on the food in earnest. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[He's more than allowed. Ryou encourages it with a bit of silence, contenting himself with watching the Ring-Spirit eat. He sincerely hopes the food was sufficiently tasty, he'd probably have done it better with more time, but he had tried his best anyway.

After a few long moments though, he breaks the silence.]

Do you, uh. Do you like it?

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit nods before he answers - he has to swallow this mouthful before words will work... ]

Mhm! You're a good cook, always have been.

[ Indeed, the bowl is now basically emptied... maybe another bite or two. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Before he can stop himself, Ryou lets out a rather embarrassing prrt noise, which is a content sound but also makes him look away, flustered. It's a kind compliment, and he's not always used to that from the Ring-Spirit. Sometimes their conversations were just...awkward as fuck.]

H-haha...thanks. I mean...I wanted to do something nice. You always bring me nice things when I don't feel great.

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit grins crookedly, giving Ryou a fond look. ]

Well, I've got a lot more to make up for... so... [ He also looks away again, feeling somewhat awkward himself, but happy all the same. ] ...h-heh, it's appreciated.

[ And the bowl is empty! ...He keeps hold of it, unsure whether to set it down or not. ]