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[oh no he got her:(]

If you told me it was inexcusable I wouldn't try. [She quirks a brow up.] You mind? You can use me too. Fair and square.

Who keeps coming up with these stupid rules... and why? As far as I know, I didn't get punished for not doing last week's... and I didn't get rewarded for doing the previous week's either.

[ Holds out his hand. ]

Maybe it's a slow burn slap in the face.

[My theory is that the punishments are given to the dead, that's why they're always rolling.

Anyway she will gently take his and a lightly bite. Just a nip!! He's a delicate boy.

She lets him go, still smiling.]

Much obliged.

[ DHDDBK MY THEORY WAS THAT THE DEAD MAKE THE RULES BUT THEM GETTING PUNISHED FOR US NOT DOING IT IS SO FUNNY.

He drops his hand after that. Wow, so polite. He didn't particularly react. ]

Congratulations. Just another few more days of it to go, unless you're feeling like being an overachiever.

Oh, don't worry. I've never overachieved at anything.

If you need help with tomorrow's quota though, you know where to find me.

Why am I being booked? It's almost like you want me to bite you.

[She shrugs. Innocent.]

Tit for tat. If you've got other offers that's fine by me. Just thought I'd be polite.

[Though, now she's curious.]

Who would you prefer to bite? Given the options here. Top three, no judgement.

Really? I don't have a "top three" for who I'd bite. On the other hand, there's some obvious contenders I wouldn't, like the kids, or Miss Izutsumi [ because she'd bite back ], or Mr. Kanda [ because that would just be way too weird ]...

[The way I've got Kanda roasting in two or three pcs right now.]

Well, obviously. [Lord knows he'd make a stink of it. And she remembers Izutsumi biting him at trial, though the most note she'll make of it is a small quirk of a smile.] I suppose it's more a question of least objectionable.

So?

[ To be fair there's a non-zero chance that Kanda would simply judo-throw him if he tried to bite him for whatever reason. ]

So... what? I gave you a bottom three, was that not enough?

[Ah sweet Daan. She chuckles, waving the matter off.]

You're a funny guy, Daan. But you're honest. It's refreshing.

May all your bites be hassle-free and quickly forgotten.

I'll pick and choose which bites I want to be a hassle and unforgotten, thanks. Preferably not ones awkwardly and arbitrarily forced by rules.

You haven't gotten punished for not doing last week's, have you?

[ Did a single damn person actually manage that. ]

So you're getting some you like.

[J'ACCUSE]

No. I don't know what the point of that one was at all. Nor this one, for that matter.

They probably just like jerking our chains.

I'm not.

[ Womp. ]

If we're not gaining or losing anything from them then I think we can forget it. Already enough on everyone's plates.

[Leaves the dead to wither ig]

You're probably right.

Thank you, though. For being a good sport.

I haven't done anything.

You're putting up with my antics. That's plenty enough worth thanking.

You call this antics? Maybe you're not as wild as I thought.

If you wanted me wilder you'd have to rewind the clock a ways. Probably back to junior high if we're being honest.

[She'd been a hot ticket in her day. Not something she's proud of. And with the extra time to think about it, is never sure how much she wanted to be doing in the first place.]

I do promise not to drag you into any mad dances again though.

[ There's a bit of an aura that says he doesn't know what junior high is. Because he's not gone to school, he's European, and it's 1942. All these three things at once.

In his own equivalent though... well, days best left forgotten. ]

I do enjoy a normal one.

[ Just for the record. ]

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[Her head ducks a little. Hiding the smile.]

Ditto.

None of what you were doing earlier looked like a waltz.

[ The middle finger disco truly is a standout. ]

Oh god, right, you've never seen the earthly delights of a twentieth century night club.

[She cocks her head.]

Do you want a lesson?

I am from the twentieth century, in case you've forgotten. I've been around them a fair amount.

Societies, cabarets. Their ins and outs.

Early twentieth century. Time moved fast Daan, and dance moved faster.

Come on. I can get you up to speed.

[Extends hand]

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