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[fujimaru]

For some reason, he doesn't like the idea of making that pit in the middle of our dorm into a ball pit.

Like, to the point where he threatened to ask the box to not let me ask for things for like a week? So I've gotta cut him off first.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . omg!!]

[CLASPS HIS HANDS ON HER SHOULDER]

If we hurry, I bet we can beat him to it right now.

For the sake of the ball pit.

[fujimaru]

You're the best!

[ SPARKLE SPARKLE SPARKLE SPARKLE ]

[survivaltricks]

No.

[squeezes her shoulders, expression DEAD SERIOUS]

I'm just a ball pit advocate.

Destroy all ball pit opponents. They know not what joy they fight against.

[fujimaru]

He tried to say it was--[ she pitches her voice into a snooty tone, because frankly she can't go much deeper than her standard voice ]--"ridiculous." Like it was going to ruin the decor or something. We're practically designed like a fancy dungeon, is a ball pit really going to make it worse?

[survivaltricks]

Maybe he's just mad that the cuddle pit will no longer be fit for cuddling.

Joke's on him: you can cuddle in a ball pit, too.

[TO THE SUGGESTION BOX]

[fujimaru]

I dunno, he seems to not have any problems with anything like that.

[ She may have a certain opinion of Saturn at this point, sorry Saturn. ]

But yeah, let's see how many we can coax out of the box. If I can fill the whole pit, I'll be ecstatic.

[survivaltricks]

[Akira shares the opinion, don't worry]

Surely the box will understand that we're doing Cerberus great justice in making this request, right?

[fujimaru]

It's enrichment! That's good for everyone.

[ Never mind how promiscuous your teammates are, this is definitely important. There's a definite little skip in her step. ]

And also, I want to do my best to get video of his face in particular when he sees it.

[survivaltricks]

I can help with that. We'll pick out the perfect angle, and I'll lead him in so you can be ready.

[THIS IS A WHOLE THING NOW]

[fujimaru]

Ehhh, you're gonna be my co-conspirator that far? I knew I liked you.

[survivaltricks]

I like to do crimes. That's all there is to it.

[IT'S NOT A LIE. . .?]

[fujimaru]

It's not a crime! It's--

[ How would crime dad put it... ]

...a forcible introduction to avant garde elements in your home decor.

[survivaltricks]

That's a fancy way of saying "crime."

[own it ritsuka!!]

[fujimaru]

I live there too! I'm allowed to decorate how I want!

[ neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ]

[survivaltricks]

Crimes.

Interior decorating crimes.

[btw they're at the suggestion box. gesturing towards it, in a "you first" kind of way]

[fujimaru]

Where's the crime? Really? Everyone could use a little more color.

[ She had a very nice and heartfelt request for the box before this, but now it is time

to just scribble a "please give me as many ball pit balls as possible, thank you" and stuff it into the box. ]

[survivaltricks]

[HEARTFELT REQUESTS CAN WAIT UNTIL LATER. ONLY CRIMES NOW!!]

[does not respond; instead, he's watching her as she does that, still doing his best to keep his expression PERFECTLY BLASE]

[all the way up until the box spits out ten ball pit balls, one at a time, each one aimed for her head. sorry Ritsuka]

[fujimaru]

[ IT'S FINE IT'S COOL PLASTIC BALLS ARE NOWHERE NEAR AS BAD AS ARROWS OR SWORD PROJECTILES OR

which is to say, she dodges all of them pretty easily. It is the most graceful she has been in Reverie thus far.

To the box: ]

Wow, rude, but thanks!

[survivaltricks]

[. . . wao]

[GOLF CLAPS]

That was extremely impressive.

[fujimaru]

[ She dips low in a stage bow. ]

Thank you, thank you, that was a lot easier than dealing with arrows.

[survivaltricks]

[why is she dealing with ARROWS]

. . .

You know I have to ask, right?

[fujimaru]

...

I don't suppose you'd buy that I was part of an extreme archery club?

[survivaltricks]

Nope, but that is a very nice try.

[scooping up the ten ball pit balls as they chat]

[fujimaru]

What if I said I'd signed an NDA?

[ She probably has, is the thing. ]

Or how about--"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you"?