voice @mikon - 11/11/2279

[tamamoe]

Hellolololo~!

Name your favorite Pocky. Quick!


I'll tell your romance fortune depending on the flavor.

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[gimu]

[ huh. most interesting, but whatever could it mean? aftertastes could be pretty nasty, though. ]

I will exercise caution, thank you, Pocky Seer.

Should I avoid the flavours too?

[tamamoe]

It's Tamamo.

[ She hums again. ]

This is just a premonition based on your favorites. It's not set in stone, so try whatever you like.

[gimu]

Aa, Tamamo. Just like the kitsune courtesan.

What flavour do you like, then?

[tamamoe]

Yup. That's me.

I don't really eat candy or sweets that much if it's not mochi, but the sakura matcha flavor is divine!

[gimu]

Ah. A flavour I have not found yet. I will search for it.

[ a pause for thought. ]

If you are... does this make you like Muramasa?

1/2

[tamamoe]

Ahaha...oh, Gimu-kun...

2/2

[tamamoe]

Do not ever speak of that brute in the same breath as me again.

[gimu]

[ the terror this inspires is entirely primal in nature, like the kneejerk fear of falling, or the dark, or blood in the water. ]

Yes, okay. I understand. Apologies.

[tamamoe]

[ There's a low laugh. Soft and dangerous like the buzzing of a thousand hornets.

But then, the sticky, syrupy sweet timbre returns. ]

No harm done. But yes, I am a Servant. Caster class.

[gimu]

[ oh, wow. danger. every instinct in him is hollering Danger, but



but ]

Un. I am Choso. I am most honoured to make your acquaintance, Caster Tamamo-no-mae.

[tamamoe]

Choso? Uwaaah, that's a cuter name than Gimu.

[ Changing on a dime without a beat... Was that growling earlier truly a sound she made? Thus is the confusion she loves to inflict. ]

It's a pleasure, Choso-kun.

[gimu]

[ saccharine sweet. he thinks of the carnivorous plants he learned of in Mexico. surely it isn't the same, though. she is just

a

just an historic figure in the same circumstances as Muramasa and-- others. strange, peculiar Others. ]

Un. Likewise.

Thank you. For the fortune.

[tamamoe]

When you try the sakura matcha, let me know how you like it. Okay?

[gimu]

... Nn. I will.

[ damn. now he really must go and find some.

the feed ends on a hiss of breath and a ruffling, as if he were scrubbing his hands through his hair. ]

To herself

[tamamoe]

Strange guy...

He seems nice!