[ The only reason she catches the churro and eats it is because she wants a churro. Then she continues eating it because it's good. Damn him that it's good. ]
[ Yamada counts off the points on the fingers of a spare hand, looking happily smug. At least he plonks a new churro down with each point too. ]
Terror. Temperamental. Food motivated. Adorable. Apparently, my problem.
[ He doesn't mind any of this. She keeps his life interesting, and escaping his endlessly dull life has given him a craving for it. He used to do it to avoid getting hurt, and still has a lot of those defences. But a silly spooky cutie threatening to do bizarre things to him every five minutes? Who would have guessed that was a gap in his armour? ]
[ Now her hands are going to her hips and her eyes are narrowed at him so much that they might as well be closed. The temptation to do something terrible is rising. ]
I'm not your Jeff. [ She won't deny the things he listed though... ]
[ Yamada nods, contemplatively, one pair of arms crossed thoughtfully, another with a cupped elbow stroking his chin. The third preparing the last churros. ]
[ He can't hold it in any more. He lets out a full, powerful laugh. They're fairly rare from him. It's usually his vibrato speech, the occasional low chuckle, but this is a full, head thrown back belly laugh. ]
[ the absolute offense on her face is vaguely overdramatic. Her nose scrunches up intensely, her eyes narrow into her best attempt at a death glare she can give. Like she's imagining teleporting him over a volcano right now. ]
[ Joke’s on her, he loves a lava bath. And flirting with danger, possibly literally, because she’s very cute to him right now. He cannot help himself. His thrill seeking has reached peek. ]
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[ Jeff is easily bought with churro's evidently. Spins around as he catches it in a little Jeff dance. He will call it his churro dance. ]
Time to find out what kind of weapon your soul would make
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So, basically, Jeff is to you as you are to me.
[ And with that he expertly extends a churro toward her mouth. The best one so far, darkly rich and crispy. Eat up. ]
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You can't compare me to Jeff!!
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Terror. Temperamental. Food motivated. Adorable. Apparently, my problem.
[ He doesn't mind any of this. She keeps his life interesting, and escaping his endlessly dull life has given him a craving for it. He used to do it to avoid getting hurt, and still has a lot of those defences. But a silly spooky cutie threatening to do bizarre things to him every five minutes? Who would have guessed that was a gap in his armour? ]
You're my Jeff.
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I'm not your Jeff. [ She won't deny the things he listed though... ]
I could teleport you back to the Dark Dimension.
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Give me a few ways you’re not my Jeff. I had a list.
[ His smile doesn't waver. ]
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[ The strongest list anyone has ever made. She actually even stomps her foot, which definitely is not childish. ]
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…Jeff could do that if he wanted.
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Jeff could not!
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Sure he could! Jeff as Sharkcerer Supreme!
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Are you laughing at me?
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What’re you gonna do about it?
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[ Why'd she pick that planet? Even she doesn't know. ]
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[ He says this like it is a totally logical reason for her choice. ]
But what, afraid to give me a proper fight?
[ Churro chomp for emphasis. ]
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[ She sticks her tongue out like an absolute child. ]
Would you really want one with me?
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[ He leans forward a bit, giving her a cocky smirk. ]
It sounds like a good time.
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[ There were teachers though, in a way.
Well that just makes her toss her head back in a manic sort of laugh. ]
Fine. Let's see if you keep that opinion after.
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Eat your churros. Then we battle.
[ Gosh, he hopes she lifts his chin with the tip of her sword at some point. ]
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[ She says as she shoves one in her mouth. ]
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[ His mischievous little smile will brook no ‘what do you want’ answers, either. ]
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[ It's a childish goading tactic, but hey, a moment ago she stuck her tongue out at him. He can drop to her level. ]
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[ Boo get out. She fears nothing, she's just certain he'll lose. ]
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[ Masterful manipulation, it's a trickster's job. ]
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A tour of my castle in Limbo?
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