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<UCTN87> yamatonokami yASUS ad a goo d s wor d
<UCTN87> I won der w ho te per son who loves me the mo s tttt is
<UCTN87> h ave u scene okita-kun?
<UCTN87>
ooh this is where you stay
alright, it shouldn't take that long to get there.
i am a harpy so it shouldnt take long, would 15 mins be fine with you/
[ He's already moving away from his computer so that he can get ready to dismiss himself. ]
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[ IV gets up to leave the front door to the apartment open— with too many legs to navigate, he's not going to suffer the indignity of tripping over his literal two left feet when the guy gets there. (Thieves and curious passerby are a non-issue, in a rare perk of being a very noisy apartment filled with monsters) ]
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So it doesn't take long for Yamato to arrive, the harpy knocking against the door that's already open. He peeks inside of the housing and with a chirp in his voice. ] Excuse me, would DISASTERLEO be in? [ He doesn't know the name of the male that needs assistance, but he can here something or someone falling over. ] Huh? I wonder where that came from.
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The one and only! Now get your ass in here, rather than gawking!
[ His roommate requested no amputation in the apartment, but she's just going to have to deal with amputation happening in his room, out of her sight. ]
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Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you "the one and only".
[ Looking at the other's problem that he has, he tries to figure out which limb is causing him such a problem. Yamato doesn't mind hacking them all off, that's no problem but he believes that he should be good. Slowly entering the room to speak once again. ]
Hm, now which ones seems to be causing you a problem?
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[ He corrects, taking his cue. It doesn't sound like much more of a name than DISASTERLEO or "the one and only", but it is shorter. He doesn't pretend the feeling is mutual, that's it's nice to meet this guy under these circumstances— he's no masochist.
He doesn't stand, but he gestures down— as if saying silently, 'what, you can't tell?' A vampire is about as human as a monster can get, so the extra legs are clearly unnatural. There's no room for them, like teeth in an overcrowded jaw, sticking out at useless jarring angles. The pressure they exert on his frame, that alone looks painful.
But in case the view wasn't clear enough, he taps the two offending limbs. ]
I'm keeping the ones that work, it's this dead-weight I want gone.