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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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[ He'll throw shade at any bike he pleases. Though it is true: It's good for what it is. ]

It's a little weird seeing myself with them. [ He says it that was but he does sound pleased with it. A little listless. Rohan doesn't let it stick around, however, and he makes his way toward the door, going right on through it without holding it open for his GOOD FRIEND. ]

What did you have to ask me?

[pomaded]

[why you gotta be like this]

Can you at least let me get a coffee? I'm still half asleep.

[Oh, now he tells him. Probably wouldn't have been a very wise thing to admit to before trying to get Rohan on the back of his motorcycle.

Whatever complaints Rohan might have for him, though, he breezes past and promptly orders himself a drink and one- no, two slices of cake. Might as well go all out now that he can appreciate it.]

What are you having? I'm paying.

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I will get you a coffee, yes. Take your pick.

[ In fact, Rohan hops right behind the counter itself, bumping whomever is Barista-ing out of the way. ] We have a caramel mocha thing I like here. Do you want to try it with some espresso?

[ He's quite the talented little coffee handler and he goes right about his business-- which is much easier now that he isn't dragging his tail around. ]

I do not work here too much anymore but Miss Madoka is kind enough to allow me to hang around for pocket change. Pick out some cake if you want. I like the little lime cream one even if I have to puree it.

If I am honest, I'm finding out that eating normal food is very difficult... [ By which he means he REALLY has to barf after he eats lately. ]

[pomaded]

Hey, didn't I just say I'm paying? I know you said you get free food but...

[There's no convincing a guy like Rohan when he has something in mind and, after a moment or so of trying to look like a cash-money-tough-guy, he gives up and leans over the counter.]

Hmm... let's see... [He taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully. The classy answer would be walnut cake or a scone or something but...] Okay, I'll have a cappuccino and... how about a slice of that cheesecake to go with it?

[That done, he glances back up at Rohan.]

... did she screw up fixing you or something?

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[ He's been wondering the same thing since he was put back together again. He stays quiet until he brings Josuke his cappuccino, setting it neatly atop the little saucer sitting there. ]

I think it just a basic lesson in biology. When you go for so long without something and a shock to the system occurs, the reaction can be highly negative. I don't think it's her fault as much as it is my body not being used to what it's supposed to be doing.

[ He fetches his lime pie and Josuke's cheesecake and they're off to the races. ]

Imagine an accordion. You stretch it all the way out and then squeeze it together as tightly as possible. [ He takes a sip of his own mocha thing. ] That's me. I'll get over it. It's just... Not easy for a while. I've been limiting my intake for the sake of safety. I will be fine.

[ MAYBE. ]

Tell me how your coffee is. No cafe in Bavan compares to this one.

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You'd think that if she could make your legs grow back, she could make your insides work properly to go with it.

[He slides the coffee and cake towards his side of the table with a grateful nod, though he doesn't start on either right away. There's still a slightly pensive look in his eyes and, when he glances back at Rohan- and unashamedly at his new-old legs- he gives a hum.]

... I guess that answers one of my other questions, though. Mana probably wouldn't be able to change us back permanently, huh...?

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[ He is still having fun with them. On and off, he will scuff his foot on the floor or pop one hip up pompously. It's so... Nice. ]

I think if Mana could make up permanently human again, the Fog God would be out of work and there would be less monsters, Josuke. [ He has a point though. ]

I have learned that she can permanently change the species of somebody who pays her enough money. Like turning you into a seaweed horse or one of those giant spiders.

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Yeah, I'm not sure that anyone else here has it any easier than me, y'know? [He pulls a face.] All of the different monsters suck in their own special way.

[As if to get the bad taste of that thought out of his mouth, he picks up his fork, cuts a healthy chunk off of his cheesecake and eats it. Rohan was right- it is pretty good.]

Anyway. Your legs... they're totally identical? Same length? She didn't accidentally make one shorter than the other, right?