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[ Voice ]

Hello, are we on? Yeah, we're on.

[ There's some sounds in the background - Ino showed up too and she's looking through what's left of Chouji's stuff to see if he did actually leave anything behind. Masaomi himself is leaning up against the wall as he makes to clarify: ]

Chouji's gone home. So, I've got my condolences to send out to his fellow ninja [ those who don't know already, they are all in the same building ] that diner he works at, and to all the ladies of Luceti, who are now denied one more sweet and kind fellow. You know, if he was actually interested. But hey, the guy has things to do back home.

[ Action ]

[ Option 1: Later in the day: was that too rude? Was that too sincere? Really, he is thrown for a loop by having Chouji gone. And he feels bad for his friends... and Katara. Shikamaru too, and he can't do anything for him because he left for a mission. In Lieu of that, Masaomi needed something to do in order to lighten his mood. And thus, he decided to put on a familiar outfit. He's not 100% sure if he wants to impersonate Dartmouth exactly, but it does make him feel empowered despite it all. Which is why he's got a stick of grain in his mouth, he's playing hookey from the Convenience store, and he's doing things like looming in trees and waiting for people he could play a prank on or two. Not his friends as much. More other people. But maybe a little on his friends too.

Option 2: Later in the day though, more towards night - with no reason to go home, he remains in the outfit but also picks up some odd looking tennis shoes to go the Battle Dome. Once there, he's trying to get the hand of what appear to be rocket shoes which use compressed air. He got it from all that kissing so... He's racing around a track and trying to work out the balance. Linda, his Pikachu, is also practicing zapping things, having now gotten enough back to manage it solo. Weakly

Option 3: Very late into the night, 9PM+ he should be heading back home but... he still doesn't want to go back to it being empty. He looks for any girls out late to flirt with them. Also any dudes out late too. If it's someone he knows or if there's someone he doesn't, he'll try to feign amnesia and/or being a new feather so that he can ask to stay the night with them. Just to see where that goes ]

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[Can do. As a sign she'll be back as soon as possible, Ginia leaves her cellphone behind - there's a password on it, so no getting in - and hurries off to retrieve the asked for items.

She'll be back several minutes later with an ice pack wrapped up in a few paper towels, a red health potion, and a bottle of water and a Snickers bar because why not?]

[ By that time he's over by where Linda is doing her zapping thing, and he's curled up next to her. So he waves, with the phone in his hand, for Ginia to get back to them. Hi. ]

[Hey Linda. Ginia takes a seat next to Masaomi and exchanges the ice pack, potion, and water bottle for her phone.

...And she'll just snap a quick picture of Linda with her phone. Smile!]

[ Linda wasn't looking but then she frowns and nods. Oh well. Masaomi for his part will start to guzzle up the potion ]

[Ah well, it was an attempt.]

Potion helping any?

Oh yeah, of course it is. [ And he gives a thumbs up, even. And then makes to apply the ice given that the potion went down. Well half of it ]

Good to hear.

Where'd you get the shoes from? Pretty fancy for what you see around here.

I got them as my gift for the whole kissing thing. I guess I did well.

[ ... Shouldn't have said that. Oh well ]

[Ginia snorts a little. Oh, Masaomi. Never change. Though the two kisses she'd given him had counted toward her own tally too.]

I got my cellphone so I think things turned out well.

I had noticed - you're a fast typer.

[ Which reminds him of Celty, now he thinks of it ]

All a part of my life.

[She waves a hand down at the rocket boots.]

How do those work?

[ He shifts it, so that he can show the air camber at the back of it - ]

Apparently it sucks in air, compresses it, and then shoots out the compressed air to give us bigger steps.

[Ginia leans in to study the rocket boots. Very ingenious.]

Impressive. Is there a max speed?

[ Oh man. she's studying his feet.

... Regardless: ]

I don't know yet, actually.

[Studying his rocket boots. Big difference.]

If you intend on finding out, I'd put on a helmet and safety gear. You could break an arm or leg pretty badly.

[Yeah, yeah, mother hen mode.]

[ He shrugs at that - he can go meterialise both of those back at the console and in fact he might do it in a bit. testing Running Shoes is important business, okay. But outside of that, he glances again at the phone, tilts his head, and then says a little sheepishly: ]

That had to be tiring to you, to type all that out.

[Ginia shakes her head. It's no different than writing things out, though typing on a phone is a bit easier to do while mobile. Also predictive text and swype technology helps her speed too.]

Asking me if typing everything is tiring is like asking you if speaking out loud all the time is tiring.

Yeah? Fair enough. I knew someone else who did the same thing, but in her case she had a pervert who was able to understand her without her having to do it, so I suppose she benefitted from that. [ And he leans forward at this, to make for standing up ] It's a little strange that this... person never mastered a sign language, as near as I could tell.

[Knew someone else that couldn't talk huh? Interesting.]

To each their own. I learned ASL when I was young as did my family, so I always signed with them. I've had people translate for me too when possible, but most of the time it's all writing.

There's text-to-voice programs - I have one on here - but some people find that even stranger.

[ Oh, that's a long one. He waits a bit and- oh. Haha ] I'd like to think your "voice" is more melodic than a robot. So maybe that's me too

[Ginia shrugs. Her voice, always an interesting thing. There was the voice she heard in her head as her own personal head voice that was an vague memory of her mother's voice. But if she could speak, would that be her voice? Who knew.]

Who knows. Maybe the Malnosso will see it fit to give me a voice.

[And probably take something away in exchange because why be kind?]

[ Did that mean she could speak at some point? He was being rather offbeat for the sake of it here. but he arches his eyebrows and then shrugs. Maybe. He doubts it. ]

Regardless, I'm glad your gift worked out better.

[In her own known life, never, but in her last stay in Luceti, a bit of magic had helped give her a voice.]

Thanks. Any idea what other people got?

Well my pal Gold got a gameboy. As for some other people on my floor... You know, I actually don't know for any of them.

[Gameboy, huh! Interesting.]

I was mostly curious. I can't say I know what anyone else has.

How have you been? New year, same old cycle.