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[horsepoop]

"Hello, this is Namazuo Toushirou! I'm sorry I missed you, but leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can!"

[Audio/video/text/etc.!]

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[......... ????]

This must be the wrong number.

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[A few minutes later--

IT'S NOT THE WRONG NUMBER]

What the hell is wrong with you

[horsepoop]

Nothing's wrong with me! What's wrong with you!

[Namazuo: 1000 yers old or 5, who can tell]

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Nothing is wrong with me! Do not try to deflect away from the subject at hand!

[horsepoop]

You mean the subject of how you're being concerned?

[Which is SUSPICIOUS!!!!!! Did he mention that part]

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I am not being concerned!!

[horsepoop]

then what do you call it?

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nothing. Never mind! I am not speaking with you any longer!

[horsepoop]

but you're still sending me messages!!

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[HI NAMAZUO.

Leon wasn't looking for him, of course, but... well, they crossed paths, and Leon's not going to retreat or anything.

That'd be...pathetic. Obviously. A-ahem.]

Ah. You.

[Be nice, Leon, at least use his name.]

what a grump already

[horsepoop]

[HI LEON here is Namazuo, probably wandering around and helping with cleanup, or making sure no one in swordhaus is left behind against their will, or whatever. It's bittersweet, but mostly, Namazuo is glad to have a path home--he misses the rest of his family too much to stay in this strange place, no matter how much he likes the friends he'd made here.

Friends like Leon and Chal, what a coincidence!]

Oh, hello Leon-kun! [Despite the wreckage and the chaos that's slowly settling into order, Namazuo still has a bright smile for him.] I'm glad you're safe!

it's all he's good at

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Naturally. What do you take me for?

[Leon's... Leon, but Chal's at least going to be perky and chipper.

"Namazuo, the young master and I wanted to say farewell before we left!"

Leon's just scowling immediately because Chal, why you gotta.]

shoot for the stars leon-kun

[horsepoop]

[HE CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU, CHAL. Namazuo doesn't mind Leon's Leon-ness, but he laughs anyway--not in mockery, just out of happiness.]

That's very sweet of you... are you returning to your own world? [Or have the other swords decided to drag Chal (and Leon) back home with them... a sincere concern.]

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[Chal's going to Chal, and Leon's going to Leon, but Namazuo is as sweet and perky as ever.]

... No, I have no place there.

[He's way dead.]

But there is...somewhere else I can go. [So it's okay.]

[horsepoop]

[His smile softens at that; if Namazuo were the bro type, this would be the part where he'd clap Leon on the shoulder and say "well done kid". But he isn't, so he reaches for Leon's hand instead, grasping it lightly between his own. Will Leon let him stay like this for more than 0.5 seconds? Probably not, but it's worth a try. At least he didn't dive right into the hugs.]

That's wonderful. I'm glad you found a home. [That makes Leon sound like a stray puppy BUT LOOK HE'S BEING SINCERE]

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[Leon's startled enough that for a moment, he doesn't pull away.

And then he does, sharply. Sorry, Namazuo.]

Don't--

[... a-ahem.]

Hmph. It is not as though it is any of your concern, so keep that to yourself.

[It's embarrassing.]

[horsepoop]

[It's all good, at least he got a whole ten seconds in...]

Eh, but isn't that what you came to tell me? [You're the one that called out to him Leon!!]

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No, certainly not!

[Leave him alone, he's a pitiful tsun.]

I was simply--simply noting that you were still here!

[horsepoop]

Right! Of course.

[It's mostly because he's been around Ookurikara long enough that he knows when to play along, but he's smiling brightly anyway, which probably tells Leon just how much he believes that.

He also doesn't say "where else would I be?", even though that's the logical response.]

I'm making sure we haven't left anything important behind! [Like his frog hat.] And that no one gets lost or delayed. We couldn't leave family, of course.