[A bold challenge deserves a bold answer, as always -- and there's something about the way Natsuno slams it down right there that gives him a little thrill, at once similar to every other time he's taken up one of their ridiculous harebrained ideas and somehow completely different. There's no fear here, even when there probably should be; he's had his share of unease over the way they've gotten all tangled up together somehow, even if his share still isn't an especially big share.
Tonight, holed up together on the rooftop with only the sky and the sea for company, isn't the time for that. It's the time for closing his eyes (not literally, though, not right now because he wants to keep looking) and laughing in the face of everything and together, Anon shifting a little in response to all the nudges but never away.]
The goats aren't real good at listening at all. But-- [there's a brief nudge back because he can't help himself, before he rolls over and actually just bellows, Hey, Amber, I want some kakigoori here, okay? into the stars] --there. If they're going to be helpful goats, they should be helpful all the way.
[There's definitely some kind of shuffling and commotion going on down below, so he's probably been heard (it would be hard not to), but seriously. He didn't even remember to specify a flavor so who knows what's going to happen here. Anon rolls back in with a cocky grin.]
Besides, we would have run into each other eventually. It's hard to get away from anyone on this island.
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[A bold challenge deserves a bold answer, as always -- and there's something about the way Natsuno slams it down right there that gives him a little thrill, at once similar to every other time he's taken up one of their ridiculous harebrained ideas and somehow completely different. There's no fear here, even when there probably should be; he's had his share of unease over the way they've gotten all tangled up together somehow, even if his share still isn't an especially big share.
Tonight, holed up together on the rooftop with only the sky and the sea for company, isn't the time for that. It's the time for closing his eyes (not literally, though, not right now because he wants to keep looking) and laughing in the face of everything and together, Anon shifting a little in response to all the nudges but never away.]
The goats aren't real good at listening at all. But-- [there's a brief nudge back because he can't help himself, before he rolls over and actually just bellows, Hey, Amber, I want some kakigoori here, okay? into the stars] --there. If they're going to be helpful goats, they should be helpful all the way.
[There's definitely some kind of shuffling and commotion going on down below, so he's probably been heard (it would be hard not to), but seriously. He didn't even remember to specify a flavor so who knows what's going to happen here. Anon rolls back in with a cocky grin.]
Besides, we would have run into each other eventually. It's hard to get away from anyone on this island.
[But especially him, is probably implied here.]