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[hellraiser02]

Hey, you've reached your good pal Shinigami! I'm a little busy right now and can't answer my comm, so leave your name- or alias- and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!

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[d33tached]

[That it does, D33 thinks, certainly bitterly, but he never gets a chance to say it.

[What kind of...food does he like?]

I find a great variety of food to be pleasing.

[hellraiser02]

Buddy come on, it's not that cloak and dagger

Pizza, then? I'm thinking pizza.

You work at this café place at nights, right? I'll bring it over tonight. Be on the lookout, okay?

[You know, not that 'looking out' will help you with Mr. Invisible here.]

[d33tached]

[Of course he'd know about the Café. D33 almost wants to scold himself for not being more discreet, but a.) he's kind of over that kind of thing at this point, and b.) how the hell was he supposed to know that someone he knew would port out and return with all their memori--

[Oh wait. He definitely knew that was a possibility. He scolds himself after all.]

I feel as though I don't have much choice in the matter.

[As if he's not chomping at the bit to see him again, even if he doesn't remember him.]

[hellraiser02]

Glad you already know me that well! See you later, alligator!

[And Duo goes on with his harrowing, hectic first day in MoM.]

[Even after the various crises he's had to handle out of the blue today, he still manages to hold to his promise. At around half past midnight, the door to Re:Cafe jingles, as if a breeze has blown in. By now, Dee probably knows better.]

[There's a sudden and distinct scent of melted cheese suddenly filling the room that Duo has allowed to permeate, and then, after a few moments of stillness (while Duo checks the premises- can't be too safe in a new environment), a little jingle-jangle from the Swear Jar.]

Oh that's exactly the kinda guy you are, huh. [Says a voice, perfectly familiar in timbre and cadence save for the lack of the throaty rasp of age. With a thump, the pizza box appears from thin air as it's dropped onto a table.]

[Then a few more short, scuffed footsteps- just a few unmuted ones, you know, to prolong the mystery......]

[d33tached]

[D33 sees the door swing open and knows instantly who it must be that came through. The pizza smell is a dead giveaway as well, and the jangling of the Swear Jar just makes him roll his eyes. He doesn't even notice at first how different Duo's voice sounds. Maybe he's just making it sound stupid on purpose. D33 wouldn't put it past him.]

Why bother cloaking yourself if you're going to speak immediately anyway?

[hellraiser02]

Jesus, Deero, it's called atmosphere. Whatever, I wouldn't expect you to get it anyway... [Duo scoffs, waving a frustrated hand that Dee also cannot see. Whatever- he reappears- all of 5'5", back still turned, long braid trailing down his back to his waist; he's still glancing around the rest of the dining room. It's then that he finally turns, with a cocky raised eyebrow and a half-eaten donut in his hand. The braid flicks and sways with his movements like an extension of himself, a tail or something.]

[Munch munch... Hey, where'd he get that from!? Lo, there's a pastry missing from the display just behind the counter.] You don't seem like one for aesthetic. [He adds, muffled, as he stuffs the rest into his mouth.]

[d33tached]

[What is it with this asshole and taking food without asking? Just order the donut like a normal human being. Even D33 knows this. Anyway, he's a little distracted by Duo being tiny and sporting a braid to notice the donut anyway.

[For a minute, D33 can't help but stand there, stunned, confused, his mind racing with possibilities until he remembers the age event from last month. Had the effect just never dissipated?]

You're a child. [Sad flatly, but definitely with a bit of bewilderment.]

[hellraiser02]

[Excuse YOU he threw the money into the Swear Jar, because whatever, it's probably going somewhere good. Call it a donation on your behalf or something, yeah, Dee?]

[Anyway, Duo gawks at him for a long moment, then puts his hands on his hips, indignant as he swallows his mouthful.] I'm eighteen, screw you, pal. You'd be this scrawny too if you didn't eat regularly 'til you were 12!

[d33tached]

You weren't a child before. [He says flat, irritation rising in his voice now, or at least impatience.]

[hellraiser02]

Oh yeah?

[Duo wanders over to the table of pizza, and flips open the top. Ooey-gooey goodness. He picks it up, and walks over to Dee behind the counter, popping it on top and out to him.] Tell me about it.

[His mannerisms and expressions were more exaggerated, more honest perhaps, but it was the same flippant, friendly Shinigami, the same biting sarcasm, the same willingness to open and listen.]

[d33tached]

[Unfortunately, D33's willingness to talk seems to have regressed a couple of months (at least).

[It's still Shinigami - that much is difficult to deny - but D33 feels as though he doesn't know him anymore. He doesn't know what he was like as a child, and D33 doesn't know if he can be trusted to the same level.

[It's too bad that Duo has access to all of their former correspondence, then. That realization doesn't stay lost on D33 for too long.]

Surely, you've done more than enough research yourself regarding your past dealings. There's certainly nothing more than that that I could tell you about yourself.

[hellraiser02]

[Duo's eyes roll, exaggeratedly. He grabs a slice for himself. And leaves the box sitting under Dee's nose.]

Um, obviously. And anyway, 04 caught me up. [He pops a seat on a nearby chair- backwards, spread-legged with one kicked up- and takes a first gooey bite.] --Ah! hot, hot...! [He reverse-blows, fanning his mouth.] Sheeshh-- there's more to people than what can be recorded in text. Ain't you understand things like nuance?

[...If he was like Heero, maybe he just didn't care.]

[d33tached]

[No, Duo was right the first time. D33 doesn't really understand things like nuance. Duo will learn quickly (again) that he'll have to be more direct to get a satisfactory answer out of this asshole.]

As I've said, whatever information I am able to give you is likely information you have already gathered yourself.

[hellraiser02]

[Siiiiiiigh that's so laaaaaaame]

[Duo rolls his eyes, again, and takes another bite.] Whatever. I don't wanna know my future like that anyway. Not how things're meant to be...

So you're a trained man, right? Only combat? [They'd never really spoken about training before- not outside Duo's stealth training, but he was on a different level of perspective then. Now, it's just shoptalk.] Although I guess I taught you about some things. Shadows, huh... Half-baked, compared to mine, but it's got style. Maybe too much for you!

[d33tached]

[D33 takes a brief, somewhat nervous glance around the room before putting his eyes back on Duo. He's not sure if the man is speaking only to him or if anyone else might be able to hear, but he kind of assumes that it's the first one. Either way, D33 doesn't want anyone knowing about his powers that doesn't have to.]

I am trained in combat, yes. There are a subset of skills relevant to that that I am proficient in as well.

[hellraiser02]

[Duo looks at him for a long minute, then mirrors his shifty glance. With a movement sort of like a resigned shrug, he stands up again, shoving the rest of the slice in his mouth, and walks up to the counter again. He taps on the pizza box.]

Put your hand on it, like you're reaching for one. Don't let go.

[He waits, and then... it's not like Dee could feel it, but Duo's cloaked him before. His hand remains resting on the counter.]

You're dependent on the size of the shadows, right? Have you learned how to make yourself shadows?

[d33tached]

[D33 reluctantly puts his hand on the pizza box, only seconds after which he realizes what it is Shinigami is doing. Still, he speaks quietly.]

To an extent. I can stretch them further now than I could one year ago. [At the second question, D33 looks a little confused, cause there's one of two things that that could mean and he's not sure which.] I'm not able to bring shadows into existence that aren't already there. I can move through them, however.

[hellraiser02]

Nah, nah. What I mean is... [Duo glances around the shop, then points to a shadow stretching across the floor from a case of sandwiches.] See that? If the light was at another angle, it wouldn't case much of a shadow, right? So, have you figured out ways that you can artificially create shadows without relying on the ambient lighting?

[There were ways, he was sure of it... Even if the guy just had to keep a flashlight or a flare on him. Powers dependent on the terrain were such a drag, he thought quietly.] It takes some creativity. That's why I'm asking.

[d33tached]

[He does keep a flashlight on him and it might have been Duo's idea in the first place.]

As I've said, I'm not able to manifest shadows myself, no. I don't believe that that is within the capabilities listed on my file.

[hellraiser02]

You don't need it to be a power. That's why it's creativity.

[Duo squints up at Dee, like he's trying to decide something, his lips curled up in the same ol' smirk he had even as an older man.]

Hmmmmmmmmm....

I guess I could teach a young dog old tricks...

[d33tached]

[D33 resists the urge to roll his eyes, but it's not like he isn't intrigued.]

Like what?

[hellraiser02]

[Don't you roll your eyes at him, Dee Thirty Three]

I was like, 'training' you or whatever, before. Right? From the sounds of it, there's still more you haven't learned.

[Look at that smarmy grin]

[d33tached]

You're suggesting we continue?

[He sounds a little impatient - antsy, maybe?]

[hellraiser02]

I'm suggesting you could use it... [Duo corrects, corner of his mouth inching up just the slightest.]

Not everything is assassination-oriented, you know. Not in this world. Damage control, information control, escape tactics, multi-target battles- they all require different kinds'a skill and powersets from what we're taught individually.

[But his team isn't all here now, his connections have to be remade, and he's gonna need that help.] You wanna learn how not to get killed or what?

[d33tached]

[D33 rolls his eyes, but if Duo can read past the flat expression, he does look a little nervous. They'd been training efficiently before, he thinks, and not just in combat, but he had absolutely no desire for those sessions to stop.

[To think he'd be being taught by a child is beyond aggravating, but it is still Shinigami, and D33's sure he still knows what he's doing.]

Yes, of course. Are you offering to assist me in that respect?