catch-all for chuuya.

[selfimmolates]

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[goatsongs]

[Yeah that's gonna make Chuuya retreat in a hurry.]

Ow! Shit, fuck, okay, you win. Your prize is having more feathers stuck to you than you had to.

[selfimmolates]

Don't underestimate me.

[or rather, don't underestimate his sheer amounts of pettiness.]

[goatsongs]

Don't underestimate how much you hate people being nice to you?

[hm.]

[selfimmolates]

I don't like owing people.

[goatsongs]

You wouldn't have owed me anything.

[selfimmolates]

You would have done the same thing even if you hadn't been the one to piss Disorder off. Don't tell me otherwise.

[goatsongs]

I would've.

[at least he won't lie.]

But I figured you might be a little bit more okay with letting me help out if you blamed me for the problem.

[selfimmolates]

... Tch. I don't need you to manage my emotions for me.

[goatsongs]

Right, because you're so willing to accept help that I don't need to worry about it?

[child...]

[selfimmolates]

I'll ask for help when I need it. Which I didn't.

[goatsongs]

Nope. But it's freely given anyway, that's different from asking for it.

[selfimmolates]

It's unnecessary. Save your energy for something else.

[goatsongs]

It wouldn't take any energy if you'd hold still.

[selfimmolates]

You know what I mean.

[goatsongs]

What makes you think I have anything better to be doing than looking after kids who won't look after themselves?

[selfimmolates]

Don't you have a bar to frequent?

[goatsongs]

I said better.

[He's at least a little more self-aware than that...]

[selfimmolates]

I'm impressed you're sober enough to acknowledge it.

[goatsongs]

If I were sober we wouldn't be having a conversation.

[Chuuya is either tipsy, drunk, or unconscious. There aren't any other acceptable options.]

[selfimmolates]

Wow.

And you say I need help.

[goatsongs]

I'm a hypocrite, and more importantly I'm already dead. Way too late for me to fix anything. Are you still alive?

[selfimmolates]

Not really any of your business, is it?

[goatsongs]

You're still alive and have plenty of growing up to do. I'm a lost cause. Completely different.

[selfimmolates]

Nope.

[goatsongs]

Hmmph. Having feathers stuck on you's a hell of a lot easier to fix than alcoholism.

[if they weren't both ridiculously stubborn.]