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[upholsteredvelvet]

[There is a boy (probably) with a box on his head. No holes, but it has several goofy faces scribbled all over it in red ink. Coincidentally, there's a redhead giant of a man behind him with just such a red marker!]

Um, I don't bother with this sort of thing typically, but would anyone happen to have good book recommendations? I have a preference for detective fiction but at this point I'm so desperate, I'll read anyth--

Rider stop that I can feel you doing it!

[The boy swats at his companion, but as he can't see, his aim is completely off. The big man merely laughs.]

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[getinthechariot]

Don't mind me! There's nothing you need to be concerned about!

[Except he's totally screwing with your box, Waver]

[upholsteredvelvet]

Have you ever heard the expression, "never trust a man who says trust me"? Because you are a perfect example as to why it exists.

[HAHA HE CAN BITCH AT YOU ALL HE WANTS AND YOU CAN'T TELL WHAT HE'S REALLY THINKING BECAUSE THIS BOX HIDES ALL! This is so liberating!]

[getinthechariot]

Ah, but who would have better instinct than I?

[Hey, it's never failed before, has it?]

[upholsteredvelvet]

Your instincts and your lying are completely unrelated.

[getinthechariot]

It's not lying, per se! It's merely creative negotiation!

[upholsteredvelvet]

You're doing something awful to my property and you're lying about it!

[WHERE IS RIDER HE WILL PUSH HIM]

[getinthechariot]

Of course I'm not! I'm improving it!

[Somewhere out of Waver's reach, for sure!]

[upholsteredvelvet]

Highly doubtful!

[THE EFFORTS CONTINUE though really at this point Waver's just flailing his arms uselessly.]

Doyle, get him! Bite his ankles!

[The fat puppy formally known as Smelly perks up, wags his tail, and licks Waver's knee.]

...I hate both of you.

[getinthechariot]

[Watching the eager puppy with some interest]

Doyle, eh? Is that what you decided on?

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[highstakesgame]

I've always preferred fantasy novels, myself.

[upholsteredvelvet]

[Oh, he knows that voice!]

I don't think I ought to trust your taste in literature, honestly.

[highstakesgame]

Well, why not? I certainly don't have bad taste!

[Battler would disagree, but he's always wrong anyway]

[upholsteredvelvet]

Because every time I chat with you I feel vaguely uncomfortable and dirty.

[He won't let her ruin reading, too!]

[highstakesgame]

I hear that's a common side-effect!

[upholsteredvelvet]

It isn't a side-effect! It is the complete, total, and full effect!

[highstakesgame]

Well, I certainly can't help what direction your thoughts take!

[upholsteredvelvet]

Y-You can't turn it around on me like that! You're creepy!

[And he's flustered, BUT SHE CAN'T SEE SO OBVIOUSLY SHE CAN'T TELL, RIGHT?]

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[callmecaesar]

Anything by the Greek philosophers is sure to capture one's interest

[upholsteredvelvet]

I have a difficult time with some of those works, but I could give them a try.

[callmecaesar]

What is it you normally like to read?

[upholsteredvelvet]

Mysteries, things that make me think.

[That's Wavernese for "things that make me feel smart."]

[callmecaesar]

Mysteries. I cannot say I am well-versed in such writings.

[upholsteredvelvet]

I enjoy puzzles.

[callmecaesar]

Are you at all fond of tactical games? The ones with boards and pieces moved like small armies?

[upholsteredvelvet]

They look fun, but I've never had the opportunity to play with someone else before.

[His voice trails off into more of a mumble toward the end; it's hard admitting that you have no friends.]