mischiefbreeder | 15 [Voice]

[It's been a week since his group and so many others had returned from the Southern Farmlands... Since they returned from the heat of war. Some people died out there, both friend and foe, and many more were injured. Of course, Gold knows that all too well. Masaomi broke his ankle out there, and Gold's been accommodating him in his house ever since they got back.]

So, everyone's holdin' up alright after last week, right? Man, between that and that damn experiment, February was way too busy for my tastes.

But... You know, part of me really kinda misses that place we were stayin' in for the battles now. A sweet room with anything we could possibly ask for, and a giant robot to fight in? Hey, if goin' back there means gettin' all that back, then sign me up already! Sure beats this dump, at any rate.

[And now for some conversations directed at certain people. Fuck yo' filters, he doesn't need them.]

...Speakin' of, they... didn't let you keep Gurren Lagann, huh, Simon? ...Oh, and, uhh... Oi, Mikado, Frey. I got a proposition for you two, if you're willin' to listen.

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...Flirt, hit on! Attract members of the opposite sex!

[This thing is an animal right, they do that]

[oh okay that makes sense]

You seem young for mating.

Gold, too.

[...]

We're getting ahead of the game. Even if it's too young for the mating, we can find mates, right?

[...blink]

I suppose so.

[but then what do I know about mates and shit]

...So that's it.

[It's hard to hide the edge in his voice when the thing opposite him is a brain-panning catthing]

That is strange. But interesting.

[I don't read minds, bro]

It's a hobby of Gold's, didn't you know?

[Haha... ha]

No, I didn't.

[Tell me more I guess...?]

Ah, well-~ So long as there's not any mates for you to find, I guess there's no problem.

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