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Your brother?

[ He gets that there are other spirits like Vietnam, but he doesn't understand why they're family? ]

Is America your brother, too?

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[She looks horrified at the thought. It's time to make things a little clearer.]

Oh thank goodness, no! How to say, so none of us are related, but we are taken in by other countries under their wing. For example, China and France raised me, at different points in time. So I call them my big brothers.

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[ That makes sense. Okay. He gets it! Sort of. ]

You get along with them well enough?

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[She rubs the back of her head.]

I am a good older sister. As for being a good little sister. [She winces.] It's much better now, even though I am sure France probably is getting grey hairs because of me, here. What of yourself, you have siblings?

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[ Good younger sisters are what life is all about. (What a siscon...) ]

Nemu. She's 6 years younger than I am.

[ There's a little bit of sadness that shows in his eyes when he mentions her name. He really misses Nemu. ☹️ ]

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[She would be good if her big brothers weren't what they are. Look!!!]

Nemu...[She sighs, since he looks sad. So she reaches over and places her hand on his arm.]

I'm closest to my younger sister. Taiwan.

[She gets it, Samatoki ☹️]

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Is she here?

[ Vietnam's lucky to have her family around, if that's the case! ]

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[If only! She's are Taiwan would love them. Like that fanart where she made Macau dress up as Jyuto.

Instead she shakes her head.]

My other colleagues are here... But not her.

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Shit happens.

We're not supposed to be here in the first place.

[ He looks at her, sympathetic, but his expression turns sour again once he faces forward. ]

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You're right. That...ah, "shit happens". [It's strange coming out of her mouth.] And how we are not meant to be here. Other than them wanting our chroma. America thinks he could make a proposal so that we can move back and form between worlds in exchange for chroma, and then we should be able to go back home...

[She knows why he looks sour.]

Then you can see your sister and save the world, no?

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Sounds simple, but it's a lot more complicated than that.

[ It's really been some time since he last saw Nemu. It wouldn't change right away even if he went back home. ]

We'll see.

[ But that's enough serious talk. Samatoki isn't always angry or brooding. ]

Cursing doesn't suit you.

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More complicated?

[There was something really serious, almost muted, about the way he said that.

Yet...]

I don't often swear, did I just sound silly? [She fiddles with the ends of her hair. Is she really that much of a well spoken girl?]

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Mm.

[ But that's pretty much all the details he'll give. Samatoki isn't exactly eager to divulge every detail about himself. ]

Not silly. You just didn't sound like you own the words.

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[She's not going to pry, at least not until he trusts her. They may be talking easily, but it is early yet no matter how they feel.

On the other hand? She straightens up, trying to look like a badass. Except she just looks like a noble lady so never mind.]

Perhaps, or perhaps I'm not trying hard enough! I could attempt to be a badass [Badass] rapper. [No. She knows.]

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[ Samatoki raises a brow at that. Not that he doubts Vietnam can apply herself and be an effective and good rapper, but it just doesn't suit her image. Then again, he barely knows her. He knows she's nice; he knows what she is; he knows her name. They're still in the getting-to-know-you phase.

He lets out a puff of laughter. ]

Sure. You should learn freestyle.

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[That's right, hear her roar! Except yes all she is good with is karaoke so hmm.

But look at that tiny fist pump! And then pauses.]

What...is freestyle?

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It's what it sounds like. You rap with or without a beat and you make up verses on the spot.

[ Freestyle! Tadah!

Samatoki pushes the door open into the convenient store. It's a pretty big one but not that big to be considered a grocery. He intends to just buy the set meals and reheat in his apartment than cook since it saves money. ]

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Oh! [Okay so she did say she could've tried, but she's not entirely sure how either.] Do you have an example?

[Is that what she saw in the movies?! Rap battles?!

With the door open, she walks inside, a nice convenient store. The range of produce is pretty limited, so she looks around, wondering what he was thinking of getting.]

What is on the list?

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[ Samatoki looks around. While the convenient store may be big, there aren't that many people. It's not like he's embarrassed to rap in public. He's a figure at home, after all. He just doesn't want Vietnam to be embarrassed.

While a beat doesn't follow them, he makes one up in his head. He counts, following a rhythm he's set, then begins until his flow is set, as well. It does sound good despite there not being an audible beat. ]

Fridge is empty
Vibe is healthy, we Chroma wealthy [ Thanks, Vietnam... ]
Buyin' ham and cheese, breakfast
Broccoli, lettuce, tomatoes, isle four

Sushi's shit,
Fried chicken and dip
The basket of beer is lit
Condoms over there, but I can't fit

[ Because...

(Help me...)

And he's just nonchalantly picking up various things and putting it in his basket. ]

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[Is she embarrassed? Monikki and Amumumumy believe she should be. We're screaming about it and Amy had to stop Monica from scratching out her keyboards.

On the other hand? Vietnam listens attentively. She could hear a beat, one that bounces with his rap, that if she did, she could snap her fingers with it. His voice is sharp and confident, and it cuts through the air to a non-existent SICK BEAT.

The lyrics are questionable but then she knows modern music okay.]

That was really amazing? Made up on the spot and yet it was effortless!

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[ He makes his way to the chillers and plucks out a bunch of beers from it. Into the basket they go! ]

It's easy once you're used to it.

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Practice makes perfect, no? I guess one must start somewhere, how I am like with cooking. Though I guess one needs to be good at music--...ah, that reminds me, I do need some drinks.

[Except not beer, so she peruses the freezer a little bit away bit leaning to the side to get a better look.]

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You need a sense of rhythm.

[ He doesn't mean to imply that she doesn't have it now. He's simply saying that it's what's needed if you want to be good in music. ]

It's really important.

[ With a bunch of microwaveable meals, beer, and some other stuff like tissues, tooth paste, and the like, he heads to the counter to pay, though he waits by the side for Vietnam to finish.

They can check out the flower shop after. ]

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I'll have to see if I have one that fits for music.

[She has a sense when it comes to keeping time and beats because of just everything in life. Is she good at rhythm? Not sure. She doesn't even often dance, for once.

With the drinks in hand, she follows after him so that she could pay for the goods she had to buy last minute, before their quest to the flowershop.]

Time to spend all of that Chroma.

[...........................oh. Oh yeah.]

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You— You're using up all you have?

[ He sputters. Please don't be broke, Vietnam... ]