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Bahamut was silent throughout the explanation. He wasn’t sure how much his dead teammates knew about Joule’s fate. Did they know what he did? Would they even care? No, this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Having read the book with Pleo, Bahamut now had a better idea of just how large the...

"Ah, yes. Very specific." Esper puffed into the pipe once again. "Well, I'm-a go stare at Leg's plushie collection for a while. Byeonara!" He zipped higher into the air and out of sight. <><><>

"Esper." The poipole bowed once again.

"It'll get easier with practice, kiddo," Esper said, producing a corncob pipe from his head to puff into.

"Ding ding ding! Correct." Esper reached behind the trash bin and tossed Ivy another mochi ball.

Shades were supposed to inherit knowledge and memories from their partners, right? Did this one inherit absolutely nothing? Lovely. "It's like using 'he' for guys and 'she' for girls," Esper said. He pointed at himself. "I stole your mochi." He paused. "Get it?"

"It doesn't mean 'eyeball,' ya dingus." Esper bapped her on the forehead. "It's a single letter: I. It's a possessive term. Like the word 'me.'"

Esper remained silent. He tsked and wagged a nubby hand. "Uh uh. If I'm going to answer any questions, you've gotta stop referring to yourself in the third-person. It's, like, cute for a baby. But not a shade. Haven't you heard enough people speak by now to realize people refer to themselves...

"I'll say whatever I fucking want, thank you." Esper bowed.

Esper sighed. "You even have the appetite of a shonen protag. That's another boring point. One more and I peace out."

"Huh? I didn't eat any of it. I just stuck it together into a big ball." Esper pointed behind a trash bin to show mochi pieces stuck together in a ball. "Eating things is boring. Art is meant to be admired. Or to liven up a blasé dumpster."

"It's gone," Esper said in a gravely voice. "Reduced to ashes."

The seed hit its mark... but all the ensuing explosion would do is shower Ivy in paint while an Ultra Stone harmlessly bounced away and spawned more slime to congeal into a blackened poipole. "... bah. Out of the all the things you could do with yourself, you pretend to be an action hero?" He...

Black and purple slime twisted and oozed around parts of a building, dangling over Ivy's head. It coalesced until it formed something... truly ghastly. "iF YoU INsIsT!" (Source)

The next stick had neon purple paint dribbling from it...

An empty stick pelted her. Then another. And a third.

A trail of slime slithered up behind Ivy and snatched the sticks — both eaten and uneaten — away. It ducked behind a stand.

Bahamut wasn't sure whether to admire their optimism or facepalm at their naivete. He settled for neither. "... err, right. Best of luck with that." His head and neck slid off the armrest and onto the floor. Anyone who looked at him would think he was plain uncomfortable, but Bahamut wasn't...

"No. It means you're homeless and you don't own any possessions," Bahamut responded. "Any other questions?"

Bahamut's normal impulse was to brush off that kind of comment, but that wasn't what he should do. It wasn't what his teammates did. But awkward silences made him just as uncomfortable. He had to say something. "Well, it's pretty easy to ask for nothing when you're used to being a hobo." ...