Tao | please indulge me

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[Pick your poison:

• A reputable high school, populated by students in white uniform. Are you perhaps a transfer student? A teacher? A new addition to the security guards?
  
• You're on a computer or some database or another when the screen behaves strangely. You are now being hacked.
  
• An electronics store. Tao is picking up a copious amount of parts, almost at what looks like random, and not bothering to be quiet about it.
  
• Your choice.

Mmhahahaha.]

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[Tao reads, and he is somewhat impressed.]

Hm . . . so you're going to carry all that?

[afflictive]

What do you think?

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[What a stubborn guy . . . ]

Well, lead on, then.

[afflictive]

[He just shoots another glare at Tao, before... leading on...

In his defence, his sense of navigation is perfectly fine and he's not necessarily doing a bad job at trying to locate what he needs. He just hasn't actually found the right area yet, whoops.]

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[Happens to the best of everyone in a new store as big as this. Tao doesn't fault Fujimaru for it, and he isn't in any rush to be impatient about it.

Only . . .

Well, he'll be quiet until they find what they're looking for.]

[afflictive]

[aaaaaaand eventually, they do! Much to the relief of Fujimaru's shoulder, as he finally places the bags on the ground so that he can properly browse.

... though first he glances over at Tao.]

Well? You can go now.

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[ . . . ]

Haa . . . Coincidentally, there's something I need to buy, too.

[So he'll just snake an arm around and past Fujimaru for that thing right in front of him.]

[afflictive]

Hey—!

[alskdjalsd personal space??

He gives a start at that, nearly tripping over his bags in surprise.]

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[Tao chuckles as he turns around to face Fujimaru, free hand on the back of his head.]

Aha, sorry, sorry. You were right in front of it.

[afflictive]

Couldn't you have just said something beforehand!?

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[A shrug.]

Well, what's done is done. Find what you need?

[The advantage of this store is its somewhat notable diversity. What Tao got is a computer part.

Which was misplaced by, more than likely, a disinterested customer, but hey. Whatever works.]

[afflictive]

Yeah, yeah. So you can go now.

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Okay, okay. Just don't trip on your stuff, all right?

[And there goes Tao. Except the line at the registers is congested, so he may be a while in actually leaving the vicinity. Beware, Fujimaru . . . ]

[afflictive]

[DAMN IT.

The thing about Fujimaru is that he likes to work quickly, so with Tao out of the picture, he gathers what he needs as quickly as possible, and—

...

Well, he may or may not be purposely choosing a line that Tao isn't in...]

a thousand light years later

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[Thank.

Tao's line takes longer to go through, however, and he finds the exit not too far from Fujimaru after the delay.]

You're still here?

they were in the longest store lines ever apparently

[afflictive]

[ugggggggggggh why this guy again]

Shut up! So what if I am!?

oh, jan, you're so funny!

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[Tao just laughs.]

But the same could be said for me, right? And all I got was this . . . So you're heading back now?

...

[afflictive]

Yes. Not that it's any of your business.

no, really . . . I laughed out loud.

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I still think that's a lot for you to be carrying. Are you sure you'll manage? You look like you're not from around here.

o-oh uwu

[afflictive]

Is there a reason you're still so concerned about my affairs?

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I just want to help. But I guess you'd have a harder time if I kept stopping you like this and making you stand around longer, huh?

[He turns away, waving, and sends a smile over his shoulder. Time to leave.]

Don't drop anything!

screams

[afflictive]

I don't need you to tell me that!

why

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[Tao chuckles, the laughter fading.

Make sure your bags don't rip and leave you stranded, boy-o.]