[Mingle]

[randomly_modding]

[So you're in the studio and the camera crew has instructed your characters to break into your teams to discuss 1) the client's personal fashion comfort zone and preferences, and 2) how to give them the Stylecation makeover they obviously need, while 3) working in the episode theme of "animal".]

[Or that's what you're supposed to be talking about, to obey the host.]

[Please don't mind the cameras focused on you at all times, even following you to the snack table to grab coffee and danishes and donuts. But feel free to crash one of the other team mingles!]

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[sank]

[ A corner of the magazine bends back and she makes a face at him over it. It's not an entirely off-put face, but her nose wrinkles with a decided lack of amusement. ]

[neverforgets]

[ He is definitely used to that. At least she didn't kick him in the head like Gramps would have. ]

[ Big grin. ]

I've got better puns, if you didn't like that one.

[sank]

[ Her lips twitch. It's not a smile, shut up. ]

Hey, uh, weird question but... where are we?

[neverforgets]

[ Oho, so you don't work here. Not that he actually doubted. ]

No clue. Someplace that's long after I'm dead an' buried.

There guys with "cameras" following you around too? [ Peeks out into the hallway. Yup, they're still there. ]

[sank]

[ A muscle in her throat moves when he says "dead and buried" -- the last thing to occur to her is that he means the future. People, beings from different worlds are something she's used to. Time travel has yet to spread more than a year or two.

She leans forward to peek out with him. ]

Sooo, what? Final judgment looks like some cheap reality show? [ Saki rolls her eyes. ]

[neverforgets]

"Reality show"? This all feels pretty damn fake to me.

[ Glances around at all the reading material. ]

Though, if hell looks like this, I might not be too surprised. [ Leans on the desk. ] I'm Lavi, nice t'meet you.

[sank]

[ She was just in hell. This has three square meals and a roof. It feels more like heaven to Saki, even if she doesn't say that.

His introduction gets a smile, but she's in no hurry to reciprocate it. ] So do you really only have one eye?

[neverforgets]

[ If he ever gets a canon update, his idea of hell will be re-evaluated. ]

Yup. Sacrificed it to a panda in return for knowledge. [ Completely nonchalant. Though, he did notice she didn't give her name, too. ]

[sank]

[ She's assuming he's being glib, but is also taking his words at face value. If he wants to worship fuzzy panda bears, well. It's a little adorable. Only a little. ]

Oh, yeah, and just last week I was teaching a pile of sentient meat about morality.

[ She'll see your unexpectedly true non-sequitur and raise you, Lavi. ]

[neverforgets]

[ Worshiping fuzzy pandas would be kind of fun. But her comment makes him tilt his head. ]

Sentient meat like cows? Or like humans?

[sank]

It was a she. She had a head.

[ It makes sense, right? Saki's long resigned herself to her strange life of shifting worlds and inhuman creatures. She's mildly surprised he's still listening. Most people tune out of her stories by now. ]

[neverforgets]

[ No way, man; he's still listening, and trying to imagine what it looks like. She couldn't be talking about an akuma, could she? ]

Can you draw it? [ Looking around for a piece of paper. ] Sounds like something that'd be pretty interesting to see.

[sank]

[ Saki sighs, playfully feigning a beleaguered attitude. He won't have to look far, the desk is littered with various office tools. She's a decent enough sketch artist, although obviously untrained — if it is a skill, it's a skill she has no interest in pursuing. That said, it is a little difficult to draw out anything with pens and post-its.

She eventually hands him a scratchy, smudged approximation. Her fingers are completely covered in pen marks by the time she done and Saki wipes them off on her sleeve. ] Body was like. Raw hamburger or something. Showed me her brain once, too.

[neverforgets]

[ Never one to ridicule ink-stained fingers, in fact that probably improves his opinion of her. He listens and takes in the picture, crude as it is. ]

[ And whistles a little, impressed. ]

Cool. [ Probably also terrifying. But so long as it's not a vampire, he can handle it. ] Was it like a human brain?

[sank]

She got it from a human.

[ Saki gives a shrug, as if that's the best answer she can provide. ]

[neverforgets]

[ Pffffff! Whistles again. ]

Kinda wish I could see it.

[ Looking at the picture again. ]

Probably pretty scary though, right?

[sank]

[ She shrugs. The knife in her back that had resulted from the encounter had been a bit scarier. Letting him keep the picture, she leans back in the chair; Saki's long mastered the art of looking like she owns the place no matter where she is. ]

Depends on what scares you. She was just kinda... there.