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[piphilologize]

Who: Minamimoto & Goku
What: God and shinki things.
When: March 14
Where: Various locations
Warnings: Violence, swearing, careless disregard for safety and sanity, and self-destructive tendencies.

[ As the greatest number cruncher divinity would ever see, it's not easy to just blow off a visible trend. The math behind it might just work out. And, just because it'd been the stupid monkey that got him to play the game, it didn't mean that the effect wasn't worth investigating further.

So he's out here, sitting on the roof of a Tokyo shrine ostensibly dedicated to Susano'o for all that it's not doing the brisk sort of business he wants to see. It's been raining all day, but the wet doesn't seem to bother him. And, since it doesn't bother him, he's taking the stance that clearly it shouldn't bother his companion. ]

It's zetta lame, Monkey. All the prayers to me are garbage-- trash like "I need a job," "I lost a keepsake." [ It seems worth complaining about, though his heart's not in it. Too much has been going his way lately to get too riled up about the little things. ] Where's the "slay all my enemies," huh?

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[konobakazaru]

[The rain isn't really bothering Goku, but that still doesn't mean he wants to sit out in it. He's soaked, and his hair might be sticking to his forehead and water might be trickling uncomfortably under his diadem, but he's still trying to cover his head with a broken down cardboard box. It's only helping somewhat.

Still, he feels restless. Sitting around isn't going to accomplish anything. Shouldn't they be out doing stuff?]

But they're askin' for help. So we gotta help. [He turns, glancing at Sho, frowning in both thought and irritation.] Who says we can't still kick some ayakashi ass while we're doin' it?

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Ugh, "gotta" is garbage, too. [ He shoots Goku a sour look. ] I do what I want.

[ He stands abruptly, boots sliding for a split second on the rooftop before he remembers to just levitate. It's not too smooth, but he fully intends on playing it off like it never happened. ]

Alright! Let's solve this problem with style, and crunch this trash.

[konobakazaru]

Look, they're followin' you, you gotta make sure they're safe an' happy or they're gonna not follow you.

[It makes sense to Goku. If someone chooses to follow you, you make sure they're happy! He stands up a little more carefully, his own boots not sliding because he's being careful. Not like he can levitate, though, so he's just having to keep his balance.]

Wait, what're we crunchin'? Aren't we s'posta be lookin' for jobs?

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[ For fuck's sake, Monkey...

Minamimoto shoots him an irritable look. ]

Figurative crunching. [ Then, more thoughtfully: ] Maybe. We're gonna have to convince someone to employ this loser somehow.

[ He reaches into his pocket, putting out his phone and tapping over to the twitter profile of his supplicant. If nothing else, the guy had some nice ink, but he wasn't rocking traditionally employable traits. They'd just have to get creative.]

[konobakazaru]

Oh.

[Right. Yeah. Convincing someone to hire the guy. He doesn't really know what that has to do with crunching, but whatever. He's kind of adapted to the fact that his god just says weird stuff sometimes.

Finding someone to give the guy a job, though... Goku frowns in thought. The guy seemed nice enough from the request. Maybe they can just talk to someone? Tell him what a good guy he is and how hard a worker he is?

Of course, his stomach growls in the silence.]

Well, whatever we do, can we get some snacks first?