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[pancakeboy]

[Text him! Or do whatever, I'm not the police, and neither is he, thank God. Just specify if you want the more-fun-but-less-stable pre-11/20 guy or the grumpy third semester/postcanon guy. Pancake only for VRDR guys please, he's not third semester yet]

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[fogbornphantom]

Yes, yes, I know. But perhaps you'll even have fun.

[Oh, someone's having fun.]

At any rate, I'll leave you to your breakfast. Enjoy!

[He hangs up.

As he does so, Raven ponders...]

Clearly, we should come up with something outlandish for him to do for you. That would be fun.

[pancakeboy]

[Strictly inside his head, he thinks, maybe we should have him get you one of those Evokers. But even he can see that's not a great idea.]

Maybe back home I could have used a personal dogsbody. Here, what's the point? Absolutely nothing but free time.

What do you want for your birthday? [Subject change.] Not an Evoker.

[fogboundcrow]

...One of those show accurate Featherman weapons? The expensive kind. I'd like to see if they function properly in the Metaverse, and I could use a nice sword to go with my gun.

[He pauses, not wanting to seem greedy.]

But I'm just as open to surprises!

[pancakeboy]

Is that right?

[He thinks he can probably find the kid a decent sword, if the shops hold out—not a true replica, but an overpriced fantasy sword like the one he first picked out at sixteen. Whether it would be sized for Raven, though... or, actually.]

I suppose it wouldn't even matter if a sword wasn't sized for you. I'm sure you could wreak some havoc with it either way. [He finishes the miso soup. Beaches. Why.]

[fogboundcrow]

I'm conscious enough of media tropes to know that many action heroes wield comically large swords. I welcome the challenge.

[He also welcomes this next bite. This sugary treat will certainly give him boundless energy for the beach.]

But there's no strict deadline or obligation. Your time is equally as valuable.

[...]

I'll just have to make sure I'm dressed for the occasion.

[Obviously, his current attire isn't exactly ideal for ocean antics. It's a school uniform.]

[pancakeboy]

Yes, why are you still walking around in your school uniform? Force of habit?

[He's not, for instance. He looks a lot more put-together, though, than when he dragged the kid out of his apartment into the park.]

[fogboundcrow]

That and the pockets are convenient for storing odds and ends. The others use their school uniforms when they enter the TV world, so I figured I'd do the same.

[He shrugs.]

It hasn't been too big of a problem, even if my outfit changes in the Metaverse.

[Oh, come to think of it...]

I'll have to see if I have two costumes now, but another time. I assume that once we've eaten, we'll need to get ready for that beach trip.

[pancakeboy]

That seems like a plan. We can pick up something for you on the way back through Kichijoji. And, by that, I do mean "steal".

[Sure, he'll just... say things like that now.]

[fogboundcrow]

It wouldn't be my first foray into theft, anyway. I may be a law abiding citizen with a stable home now...

[...]

Actually, that's a bit of a lie, considering I photographed Narukami-san and his friends behind their backs to gather proof that they could enter the TV.

[pancakeboy]

[Heh. Like that time outside Okumura Foods with the Phantom Clowns. But that comes along with a boatload of other things he'd rather not examine too closely.]

Nice work. I did that to Ren and the rest, you know. The right to privacy quails before a detective with a suitably big stick.

[He stares down at his neglected pancake, and shoves it away; he's done with food for the day, hopefully. It turns out thinking about Ren makes him want to break something.]

[fogboundcrow]

It was also pertinent that I gather as much information as possible on the town's supernatural occurrences. Even 'innocent' examples still warranted investigation.

[Well, he's just about had his fill anyway, so after wiping his face and finishing his water, he vacates his seat.]

But I digress. We should probably get ready before Crow thinks we're playing hooky.