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[sesa]

I will make this pretty later

(Spoilers I won't, I always say I will but I won't-)

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INVENTORY:

-Grenade Launcher with 3 ammo stacks (refreshes monthly)

-Nondescript gaming console (it's an offbrand Nintendo Switch)

-Some glowing star rocks from an investigation with Elsword in the Deep Woods

-A little knitted dragon from Elsword that I forgot to link and am too lazy to find now

-1 Kotatsu that he keeps in his room at the lab. It's red with light beige birds on it

-His toolbox from Rhodes

-A workshop that connects to Gnosis' lab via a breezeway. He lives there with Passenger now

-3 erythrites, used to make Passenger a pair of earrings

Comments

[sesa]

[For what it's worth, Sesa wasn't actually trying to flirt, at least not this time. He's just. Stupid, this is something you'll get used to.

Anyway!! Sesa wipes some grease off his face with one hand while he carefully reaches out to take the ornamental piece in his claws, turning it over so he can examine it in the light.]

I am, yes...though. Apologies if I'm prying, and you do not have to answer if you don't want to, but...are you sure you want to melt down something as fine as this?

[bajamutblast]

I am. [There's no hesitation here whatsoever.] The piece I removed was for show, and I have no use for something so impractical. The rest of my armor still suits me well. Besides.


[He folds his arms, studying Sesa in silence for a moment. Whatever he's searching for, he seems to find, for he quickly adds on:]

Besides, this is meant to be symbolic. It is my oath to protect the man I intend to give it to. If not from my armor, then what would I have?

[sesa]

[Sesa, immediately to himself: oh okay so you're gay got it

He'll turn the piece over in his hand one more time, as if to study it more closely, before he nods and turns his attention back to Dion.]

In that case, I would be happy to get this done for you. It shouldn't take very long, just a few days at most. Do you have any idea what exactly you want this cuff to look like? Or am I to put my own stylistic flair into the piece?

[bajamutblast]

[Dion... actually hadn't thought about that. He does want it to bear something of a semblance to the one that Clive wears, if only to ensure that the sentiment is maintained. However, anything more had slipped his mind.]

If you are able to spy the one that Clive wears, that would be a start. Beyond that, though... something draconic, I suppose? It is... difficult to describe, but the semblance alone should be enough.

[sesa]

Heh. Well, if "draconic" is what you're after, then you've come to the right place.

[Sesa smiles, showing off his rows of sharp fangs as he carefully places the metal piece on a section of table that's far away from the bits and bobs of the Punisher he's repairing, so it'll be safe and out of the way until such a time that he's ready to smelt it down.]

The result will be finer than what it started as, this I swear to you.

[bajamutblast]

This I believe.

[He doubts Sesa would come so recommended if he weren't fully capable of pulling something together. Never mind the fact that he seems to be doing a decent job at... repairing? building? whatever weapon is on the table. Dion might not understand what it is, but he can admit that it's a marvel.]

Now, regarding payment. I understand that shells are a common currency, and I am happy to exchange them. [He jingles the little satchel he has.] But if there is something else you would prefer, I would be glad to give it to you.

[sesa]

Mmm...to be perfectly honest with you, I would be more than happy to do this for you for free. Finding shells here isn't a particularly difficult task, and that's only if you need them for something. Working with metal and machinery has long since been a passion and hobby of mine, so you giving me a project to work on merely fuels that.

[He brushes some of his hair out of his eyes, smirking.]

But you seem like the polite sort to insist you pay me somehow, so the shells will suffice. Truly, the look on your face when I deliver the finished product will be worth far more.

[bajamutblast]

You know me far too well.

[Dion takes his satchel of shells and sets them down on whatever surface doesn't seem to be actively in use. The corner of his mouth twitches down as he wonders if it's enough, but decides to leave it be. Sesa is being kind enough in accepting Dion's offer.]

I admit I am interested in this trade of yours. Most of my weaponry and armor was always provided to me, you see. I should like to see something be made first hand.

[He waves his hand.]

At a later date, however. I would not distract you from your work any further.

[sesa]

[Sesa can't help but give a hearty laugh at that. It would make him sound like an asshole if he weren't so genuine about everything. This man has no thoughts and a heart that's simply too big.]

You're more than welcome to stop by any time. I usually keep my workshop open to the outside for the fresh air it provides, but these snakes have made doing that...troublesome. Come back sometime next month, I wager, and they should be gone enough for me to get back to my normal work.

But your piece will be done long before then. I give you my word.

[Wink!]

[bajamutblast]

[It's a good thing that Dion has grown very used to men who wear their hearts on their sleeve. A few weeks ago and he might have been affronted. Now, he only smiles. The people in this place are strange, but good. He's starting to get used to that.]

I shall take you up on that. And I trust you at your word.

[He gives a little bow.]

I will drop in in three days time, but do not feel as if it must be done by then. Perhaps I will simply watch you work for a time, if you will have me.

[sesa]

You are more than welcome to. I think I would quite enjoy the company, actually.

[Not many come stop by while he's working, and it's both the chance to socialize and show off, and he isn't about to pass up either.]

Be careful until then, will you? I do not want to hear that you've been stricken down by those snakes by the time you get back.

[bajamutblast]

Fear not. [He holds his hand out, palm open, to soothe any concerns Sesa might have.] I do not intend to fall prey to them any further. Though I do have to ask you do the same

[And with Sesa's doubt hopefully assuaged, Dion backs out of the room.]

Until next we meet.