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"I feel like the Third Wheel here..."

Naoto was sitting on a nearby couch with a soda can in his hand, having heard of the conversation not too afar from him.

"From my reality, it's kind of taught to you to use. So I definitely can find the time to show you how to so you don't need a servo skull. Yeah. I suppose you are right on that. They must use the similar technique like me there on Terra."

She grinned back as she watched the servo skull kind of made mistakes with various things. She knew what was going to come next, and she was bracing for it.

There it was. His outburst from the servo skull messing up with the salmon and soy sauce as she silently sat there eating another sushi with chopsticks. He was indeed scary when he was mad.

All the while, she was chewing as the events unfolded as her face became sour from it. Chainsaw through their sushi and the table. She was hoping this wouldn't happen, but it did. She had to somehow make things better with everything that had happened. Maybe even consul him and tell him everything would be okay. It wasn't the servo skull's fault in the end. She laid her chopsticks in her pocket as she stood up from the wreckage of the table and their sushi to walk to Aleksandr.

"Everything will be okay, Lord General Aleksandr. Come to another table and mayhaps have some more Recaf? Or maybe something stronger?" she asked him as she put her hand on his shoulder while she saw smoke come from his pipe. She did smoke, but she gave it up once she joined the Sistherood. It was the least she could do the calm the massive waves of the ocean.

((Sorry was asleep when you made a post.))

Bah... well... alright... if you insist Ami, they should really do something about those sloppy machine spirits and what not, I expected to get my thrones worth out of the thing... yes... some recaf.

He calmed and follow Ami back to another table, sitting down.

Alright then, how do you use those damnable things

He added inquiring of the chopsticks.

...and while playing dead, she fell asleep, and just woke up again.

Immediately she jumped up and caught her own soul.

HP 147 / 122
SL 52 / 42

Well on the bright side atleast you didnt surrender it to the warp

"Yes, they should have made it not malfunction like that. I think you are in need of a refund. Because it could have went rogued for all we know."

She nodded with recaf. It would most definitely calm down the Lord General. As they went to another seat, she looked across the way when he popped up the question. She was confused at first, but then realized what he had meant by those damnable things.

"Yeah, I can show you how to use chopsticks."

She grabbed his hand in with hers, her hands cold to the touch, as she held chopsticks in his hand to form the proper way to hold chopsticks. "Like this, Lord General. Just remember, it's technique. And don't worry, it isn't as hard as you think," she finished as she gestured him to try the technique she had just showed him with her hands gripped with his.

"What the [taunt sfx] just happened?"

"Leave Jeff alone. You'd piss off Drael seriously"

"I just got home from vacation. Let's not piss me off"

"Hopefuwwy things haven't gotten too cwazy."

" Perish "

Goodshow guardswoman... i mean.. Sister Arpatia, this takes peculiar dexterity... chopsticks bahah, sounds like an ork named them.

The sticks would issue a few clicks before falling out of his hand

A thousand curses upon it !

He brought over a pair of beginner chopsticks to the Lord General. They were painted yellow with brown dots and had a giraffe's head at the top. A CUTESY giraffe head.

"Here. These are practice chopsticks"

He saw the adorable chopsticks and he pounded the table letting out a booming guffaw of laughter.

Aleksandr would promptly snap them into many small pieces and discard them, issuing a glare.

"Instances of mockery are ill-appreciated Kothinto, ours is a bond of respect."

"I hope you intend upon paying for those. They were for you to practice. I will thank you to mind your tongue when speaking to Mathius"

He draped an arm around Drael's shoulder "the Lord General will pay. His service to the Allfather is a source of joy and a source of frustration for him."


He looked Drael over "You have hair like that of the great Primarch Sanguinus.."

Of course, Suletta had popped in, observing as you do-

"Erm- I don't even want to know-"

I will not pay Lord Greystorm, for what was not requested. Mathius is indeed a friend, but transgressions in decorum are met in kind. The gesture was not appreciated. He does indeed have the likeness of Sanguinius.

"Me either."