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[busternaut]

alright, I give. hair gel brand recommendations: anyone got some?

apparently my usual stuff doesn't exist in this world. and this cheap-ass "FOP" crap I bought to fit within the budget of the uh, "generous" stipend that LILITH gives newcomers... pretty much smells like a chemical factory took a shit. texture it leaves me with feels like that, too.

so yeah. any tips? or hell, gimme a clue on whose arm i have to twist to get these guys to use their fancy tech to zap some TMR-GEL into this dimension or whatever.

[yes he realizes they're on a mission and also in an entirely different country right now, but. look. the situation is unbearable? he feels like a bedraggled and very unsexy sheep, walking around without his hair slicked back like usual.]

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[saudadist]

[ A laugh. Small, in the back of her throat, but it's there and the smirk that comes with it shapes her words. ]

If you go to your day job, you might get some extra pocket change.

[busternaut]

My day job, huh... Do you know if we have to stick with the one LILITH assigns us to for cover? Because mine sounds pretty damn boring.

[saudadist]

You don't have to keep it if you hate it. I quit mine as soon as I found something I liked better.

[ Because "barista" might as well be another word for "hell." ]

So if you don't like yours, just go find something you do like. Or don't. Nobody will stop you.

[busternaut]

Well, damn. That IS good to know. Thanks!

[Now he has to decide if he wants to be nice and let Yzak know that information as well, or if he wants to let him continue to suffer working at a cat cafe.]