[ closed ] simmer for seven days

[seafloor]

WHO: kaito and pals
WHAT: post-surgery and mid-month event shenanigans
WHERE: around town
WHEN: from april 12 to the end of the month
WARNINGS: potential discussion of body horror; will update as things Go On

Comments

me losing it

[immortalpoet]

.....No. What are they?

[seafloor]

They're just regular pictures or videos.

But for some reason people will buy them at ridiculously high prices. It's stupid, but it somehow works.

[ That's all he remembers, anyway. Kaito isn't even sure NFTs exist in Neo Tokyo. But that's the cover story he's come up with to hide his real dealing with Sooyoung. ]

[immortalpoet]

....I don't understand the logic.

[Like. What the fuck.]

Do you convince them they're valuable or something?

[seafloor]

[ Kaito nods. It's the same model for [redacted] so he doesn't have trouble rewording it all. ]

Pretty much. We go after rich folks who won't miss their kryptos. You know, like the people at the club the other month.

Convincing them that they can go without such a rare collector's item is easier than it sounds. Rich people are greedy, too.

[immortalpoet]

So you've a full-time scam artist.





This makes a lot of sense for you, actually.

[seafloor]

[ Kaito flashes a thumbs up. ]

Only for a month! That's about how long any good scam holds up, anyway.

And now that I've got decent funds, I can start my food cart.

[immortalpoet]

And what is your food cart going to be about? Not desserts, definitely.

[seafloor]

Absolutely not.

...Honestly, I'm not sure. I've been playing with this idea that there simply isn't a menu, and I just cook whatever I feel like cooking on any particular day.

Don't like it? Don't eat it.

Something like that.

[immortalpoet]

What if I don't like anything you're serving? Can I make requests?

[seafloor]

Nope!

Unless it's for dietary restrictions or allergies, if you don't like what the chef's cooking then you come back tomorrow.

I think it'll be pretty decisive—which means it'll be interesting.

[immortalpoet]

I think you just want an excuse to be mean.

[mean chef...]

[seafloor]

You and I both know I don't need an excuse for that.

[ Grinning. ]

[immortalpoet]

[A HEAVY SIGH LIKE YEAH THAT'S WHAT HE EXPECTED YOU BASTARD]

I want discounts.

[seafloor]

[ Grin Becomes Smirk. ]

Seeking preferential treatment? What'll your employees say when they find out?

[immortalpoet]

Oh, they'll deal with it.

[h eh]

[seafloor]

Oh, go a little harder with that. You're so close to a smile...

[immortalpoet]

I haven't smiled once in my life.

[#serious(?)]

[seafloor]

I'm almost willing to believe that...

But I suppose it gives me work to do.

[immortalpoet]

You're making it sound like your homework.

[seafloor]

Should I call it my duty instead?

[immortalpoet]

You can find better duties than that. What a waste of time.

[seafloor]

Yeah, well, I'm a disaster.

[ Boy oh boy is he about to prove it this week. ]

[immortalpoet]

Join the line.

[WE'RE ALL FUCKING DISASTERS!!!]

[...He glances to the side.]

You're not special.

[seafloor]

[ He shifts to the side, smirking. ]

We're all special, Vergilius. That's why we aren't.

[immortalpoet]

Didn't take you to be the philosophical type.

[But no, that makes sense for him, he thinks.]

You're....a lot like water yourself, aren't you.