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[The message starts off with an image of a --well, he's pretty funny looking, really. Some grouchy guy with a really dumb perm sidecut and an unimpressed expression.]

So.

[He rolls his eyes, looking at something that isn't the focus of the message. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, making a tch sound, before looking back.]

Do any of you actually do anything interesting?

[Welp. That said, he's also seated on the roof of any given cabin, really. He doesn't really spend much time on the ground, all things considered, and right now is no exception. Feel free to tell him to get down or ask him what the hell he's doing. Or both. Both is good.]

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[If you're gonna loiter on the roofs of random cabins you had better be prepared for some shenanigans.]

[specifically if one of those cabins is cabin 1 where the entire residence sleeps on the roof anyway. Eiji, in particular is fond of this cabin and has what little he owns set up in one corner. One of such items is a clothes line he keeps his laundry on.]

[Too bad its a windy day. Cause. That's some ashita no pantsu slapping you in the back of the head.]

Ah!

[Why the fuck do you people sleep on the roof. Ankh has probably lurked on the roof of Cabin One a good bit-- though primarily as a hawk because he didn't really want to get bothered. He happened to be in his given form because he hadn't noticed anybody up there when Eiji's colorful boxers assault his head.]

[He jolts, swatting them and grasping them roughly in one hand for a moment with a sound not unlike a squawk until he realizes what they are and makes another sound, only slightly more human in its disgust, and flicks his wrist to send them out of his hand and-- either to the roof at his feet or back into the air, depending on just how windy it is.]

[He hasn't even acknowledged Eiji.]

[If you looked inside the cabin, you would understand.]

Those are-!

[Eiji makes a startled shout at his underwear being thrown into the sky and proceeds to leap for them. Probably shoving Ankh out of the way to do it.]

My underwear!

[You--!]

[Another squawk, and he tumbles reasonably gracefully to the side, rolling before getting back to his feet to sputter at Eiji.]

Yes, I know they're underwear, why do you think I didn't want them on my head--

[He finally gets a good look at the tie-dyed idiot, and stops short, doing a doubletake.]

[Aaaand he catches them just shy of leaping off the roof. He's tough but he didn't want to test that kind of landing just yet. There is relief on his face as he turns back towards the guy who tried to chuck them earlier.]

You didn't have to toss them like that!

[He frowns, tilting his head.]

Is something wrong?

[He exhales, looking frazzled, and quickly turns away from looking at him, clicking his teeth.]

[When he looks back he's collected himself and partially smoothed his figuratively ruffled feathers.]

Maybe you should keep a better handle on them in the first place, then.

[What a strange guy.]

It was the wind.

[Pause.]

I haven't seen you before. Are you a new member of this cabin?

What are your underwear even doing on the roof?

[That is the stupidest question he thinks he has ever had to ask.]

No.

Because I live up here? The whole cabin does. If you didn't know that then you must be new.

[Eiji says it like its obvious, jeez guy. Get with the program.]

[He inhales to retort, and just. Stops. They all live on the roof.]

[What the fuck kind of camp has he come into.]

So what if I am?

[Take one look inside the cabin and you'll understand Ankh.]

Welcome to camp? What's your name?

[Fucking humans and their welcomes!! He bristles, standing a little straighter and squaring his shoulders.]

[He just sort of scowls at Eiji for a long moment, before he finally huffs and tosses his head a little.]

Ankh.

Eiji Hino. Nice to meet you.

[And he actually gives him a genuine smile now. Was that so hard?]

What brought you to cabin 1?

[He scrunches his face up in a sneer for a moment, does it again, and then clicks his tongue against his teeth. It's like a habitual quirk that he can't stop doing.]

[How does he even handle this shit.]

[He answers the question literally, for lack of better answer.]

...the wind.

[He can't decide if that was a jab at his earlier comment about the wind or not. He raises an eyebrow for a second before he's back to smiling.]

What Pantheon are you from?

[Everything is always a jab with Ankh. Like. Literally. Everything.]

[Here's this question again. He narrows his eyes and tilts his head very slightly, considering.]

...Egyptian. [Is that the correct answer.]

One of the magicians? Mm, I've met a few others. They're very interesting.

[Just going to continue small talk.]

[What even are you.]

What about you?

Norse! Thor's reincarnation.

[It's taken about this long for him to say that without the air of uncertainty in his words.]

[A very blank expression.]

[You have got to be fucking kidding.]

[And then an abrupt laugh, without vocalization, just a rush of air and something that vaguely looks like a smile for a third of a second.]

[When Eiji's expression doesn't change he inhales again and frowns at him.]

...you're being serious.

[There is deep frowning at you. Okay, he gets it. He doesn't really look like any historical description of Thor. He's not bearded, red-haired or Nordic by any stretch of the imagination, but was that sort of laugh really necessary?]

[He sighs, crossing his arms.]

I am!

[He processes this for a moment.]

[Fucking Thor lives on a roof and wears colorful underwear.]

[...No, nevermind, we're done processing this, this is too stupid.]

[Another barked laugh, and he shakes his head.]

Well, at least you aren't boring.

[That. Might actually be a quirked smile.]

You won't be concerned about boring if you're going to stay here.

[That's a small eye roll and he goes over to his line to pin his underwear back up.]

[Another breathy laugh, and he turns away from Eiji to survey the camp again.]

That's what everyone keeps telling me. I'll reserve judgement until something happens.

Mm. There's a phrase for that, you know. Be careful what you wish for.

[Hippie laundry wee]

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