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THIRD WHEEL. FOURTH REALLY.
[Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony惻Cool Morning (Extended)]
Classless-7
2024-12-28 20:18:50
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Last edit: 2024-12-28 20:21:26
CL-7 had found himself once again in insulting circumstances. He was on a dinner date with O-6 once again. And as before, he was a sidepiece to this whole affair.
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:21:41
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Last edit: 2024-12-28 20:27:10
"You know, you really don't need to put up with this! Consider taking a nice walk outside. :V"
"May I propose you stop tailing me everywhere I go and mocking me in this way or another? =U"
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:22:17
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"I'm just trying to give you chances to get out of it."
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:22:31
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Last edit: 2024-12-28 20:27:05
"How sad you won't take my advice."
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:22:45
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Posted by ID #99
Last edit: 2024-12-28 20:26:56
"We can even swap clothes, so no one would know we changed places! :V"
"The cook and waiter are standing right there, don't you think they would inform everyone about this swap? =V"
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:23:03
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"They look like awfully friendly people, I'm sure they won't say a thing! Now would you folks? :V"
Scab makes a clear show of looking away from the two.
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:25:06
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"I think you're the only person who would ever out anyone to O-6..... :V"
Classless-7
2024-12-28 20:25:16
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Posted by ID #107
Last edit: 2025-07-24 04:26:26
"Either way I will not be engaging in your absurd pursuit. I already know your goal and I will not let you slander my good name. You will just insist on killing the sir under my disguise. :U"
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:25:38
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"He's making you a 3rd wheel on his date and you'll still defend him....."
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:25:45
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"Haha! Makes sense for a person like you. Well, I gave you your chance. I'll leave you to it then!"
Canine-7
2024-12-28 20:26:16
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"Glad I don't have to wear your face though, it's so stuffy. :V" Canine leaves the area before O-6 and his date could arrive.
O-6 arrives soon after with H-427, his date, in tow. "The other day I had some pretty fucking great cekeki I found behind one of those machines. Everyone was up its ass trying to earn it, but I just fucking took it."
"I didn't need to follow no damn puzzle. What are they going to do? Tell me not to? >:3"
H-427 jogged inside close behind his partner, his arms held up in attempt to shield himself from the rain. "I mean, like, if they had to go through you for the permit, that's like... i 'unno. Royalties or something? =w="
"I should camp outside of their machine and rip out every cekeki that they earn from that mother fucking machine. I've been waiting MONTHS for a damn appointment just to get this god loving building off this planet! Who the FUCK is taking all their damn appointment slots? >:3"
"I just don't get the, uh, shrimp thing. Just go catch one yourself, why buy?" H-427 gestures for their waiter, before returning to wringing out his hair.
H-427
2024-12-28 20:28:59
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Last edit: 2025-07-24 04:29:09
"The gallery thing's cute, though. Guess I'm more used to you buying your art online. =w="
He stands up a little taller and makes his way over to H-427's side, looking between the two.
"What are we having today, sirs? What can I start you with?"
"Yo, Tiger. Uh, cekeki for the both of us, right? Ought to try it before it's gone."
O-6
2024-12-28 20:29:45
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"You might as well give us some asshole's hard earned mental drug before it's all gone. Aliens, I swear."
H-427 scans the restaurant for- yeah. As expected.
"...Is your, uh... is he gonna eat anything today? =w=" He glances towards the hound.
"We wouldn't even have this god damn tower on this planet if I'd just get rid of the population of assholes using this planet as their personal trading booth. But I know if I did that, I'd be getting rid of most of your profits......"
"What do you even use money for anyway? Whenever I get the shit I don't know where to even put it. Can't find enough shit to buy. >:3"
"I mean like, most of it goes back into production... You hire aliens, you gotta pay them. I get the same problem, not having enough shit to spend my money on..." He leans back in his seat, rifling around in his pocket.
For a moment he wasn't sure if the money question was directed to him, and was relieved when H-427 responded first.
"Cekeki for you both, and to drink? Or smoke, presuming you were serious about the drugs."
"The cekeki is the mental drug, you god damn idiot. Don't fucking forget my hound either. I don't know what he's fucking having. >:3"
"I'm not very hungry. :V"
"You're never fucking hungry. You're getting food whether you want it or not. The hound will get the same. >:3"
"Haha, what? What is this, a pharmacy? I'm all good, man. =w=" He produces a cigarette of his own from his pocket.
"Take a light if you've got it, though. =w="
Scab fetches a lighter from his pockets, holding the flame out to the end of H-427's cigarette. He brings a hand up to scratch the fur on his cheek but quickly stops himself. He turns to the chef.
"Three courses of cekeki."
"You better be ready to tell us the stories of each of those cekekis. >:3"
"Is that customary?"
"What the fuck am I paying you two? I'm paying you two to give me some god damn entertaining alien commentary. You aliens love talking about how your fruits come from the highest mountains, harvested by families who have been there for 5 generations. So you're going to do the same shit here! >:3"
"If you don't know where those cekekis came from....."
"I recommend figuring it out. :V"
"Wonder how you afford to put this on the menu. Aren't they supposed to be gods or something? Sorry-"
He raises his hands and makes air quotations, to emphasize. "'Gods?' =w="
"R-Right..."
Blood Moon threw a nervous glance to the metaparxi before focusing back to the dinner guests.
"I'll get started on the amuse bouche for tonight, I hope we are ready for a few chef specials, yes ?"
He begins to protest the idea; he has never rambled about fruits or mountains, and was a designer baby commissioned by rich assholes, but it seemed pointless to protest. He simply nods to the tiger and the hound before leaving the table and heading to the kitchen.
He shakes his head to the chef as he passes by. No clue.
The umorus nodded, heading back to the kitchen with Scab.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get it done, and get it done fast. >:3" O-6 looks back to H-427. "They're not really gods, they're all fucked up shits. They can't do anything anymore, cause they've been sucked up for everything they're worth."
O-6 shakes his head. "I don't really want to talk about fucking cekekis on my mother fucking date, but I have to ask, have you considered wrapping up business? With that damn machine all over the universe profits have to be in the mother fucking gutter. >:3
"I would prefer he stays here."
"................."
"Ah, of course, because, having him control whatever criminals that are around here is a wonderful way to keep these people under the thumb of the Union and away from causing trouble. =U"
H-427
2024-12-28 20:38:39
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Last edit: 2025-07-24 04:35:17
"Fffuuhh, yeah. Well. Not that I wouldn't appreciate retirement, 'cause trust me, I've thought it over. As for my employees," He glances at CL-7, "I'll be the first to admit that maybe trying to totally dissolve operations isn't the most economical solution here. Like, where'll the little guys go? I like 'em. Hate to kick 'em aside. =w="
"They're aliens! They're used to being thrown into the deep end and scrambling to find whatever scraps they can eat. Fuck 'em. They'll figure it out!"
"I doubt any of them care as much for you as you do for them. >:3"
"Profits are in the toilet since those shrimp fellas have set up shop. I've still got a good amount of coverage off-planet, but like," He gestures. "I've already, like, gotta futz around purity laws and shit like that... =w="
H-427
2024-12-28 20:39:25
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Last edit: 2025-07-24 04:35:51
"I hate to say it, Tiger, but I'm not so sure about 'passing the torch' here. 'Cause it's like, who'dya trust with something like that? =w="
"You don't need to pass any torches, bear. You just fucking let it rot. The aliens will fight over the scraps. >:3"
H-427
2024-12-28 20:39:53
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Last edit: 2025-07-24 04:36:22
He takes a long drag. "...You know better'n anybody that it's, like, not my first choice to drag this out to the grave, I'll find a solution. But, y'know... It's safe, in a way. Comfy. =w="
"Maybe I shoulda grown up selling tomatoes, heh. What would I even do with myself if I retired, huh? I'd be so fuckin' bored, man. =w="
H-427
2024-12-28 20:40:15
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"Maybe it turns out I wouldn't like it. Maybe I'd suck shit at mass-producing tomatoes? =w="
"They'll point and laugh and call me names, Tiger. It'd hurt my feelings. =w="
"I don't think they would be laughing very much if I ripped out their vocal cords and let them bleed out. >:3"
H-427
2024-12-28 20:41:22
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"Always lookin' out for me, babe. I'll find a way. I'm just tired, man, but I 'unno what'd I'd do with myself if I was so... Y'know. Exposed like that. =w=" Hart picks his elbows up off the table and makes room for the food.
The stress of watching O-6 and H-427 just talk to each other was getting to CL-7. Thankfully any discussions of getting H-427 into any position that didn't keep him off planet working was quickly passed over. CL-7 anxiously zoned out while waiting for the chef and waiter to come back with the meals. He paid no attention to any conversation at hand.
Scab is the first to come out, a plate in each hand. He waits a moment for the chef to follow through, and then quickly sets about placing down all of the dishes for the three notails.
Blood Moon
2024-12-28 20:41:58
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Blood Moon too strolls out with a cart, assorted with dishes.
"I do hope we are having a fine evening tonight..."
The umorus gestured to Scab to get the wine.
Blood Moon
2024-12-28 20:42:28
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Last edit: 2025-07-24 04:38:52
"As our patrons I first hope to satisfy your palettes, and let you get a taste of what awaits tonight..."
He'd remove a cover off a platter.
"For the amuse bouche I offer deviled seizing bird eggs, topped with meg tripe jam, drizzled with a spicy garlic aioli and garnished with lime infused salt."
("Damn they're really infusing fucking salt nowadays. >:3")
He fetches the wine and three glasses, setting them and pouring them to the top one by one, with the label facing up of course.
"Woooah. It's got fancy mayo on it. =w=" He inspects the appetizer, as if it were a piece of art.
("...Do you eat it, with a uh, fork, or... =w=")
"A fork or a spoon, though it's fine as finger food too."
"Though, I wouldn't judge were you to eat it with your toes."
"Hell yeah, man. The choice is mine. =w=" Fingers, naturally.
"Bring out the first cekeki and tell us about it while we eat. >:3"
"Right! Right."
He pulls out his phone as he heads back over to the cart, thumb scrolling and stopping shortly as his beady eyes dart over the screen.
Well, it wasn't yet time for that, but they weren't about to argue.
"But of course..."
Blood Moon too would retreat to the cart and looked over to Scab with pleading eyes, before continuing to speak as if to stall.
"This one I've decided to prepare into three cocktails for each of you..."
He simply nods, looking down at his phone one last time before locking the screen and slipping it back into his pocket. He picks up the hearty cocktail glasses the cekeki are being served in, placing them down behind the starters.
Scab
2024-12-28 20:45:39
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He moves to stand a ways from the table before clearing his throat, arms behind his back. His customer service voice is a little out of practice, but he tries his best.
"So, we have three shrimp here tonight, and thanks to the wonderful customer engagement offered by the providers at ShrimplyBlessedTM I could find a little bit about the shrimp you're to eat."
"Two of these shrimp actually came together, if you'd believe it. Prior to becoming animals they had met each other in an office setting, and chose to give it all up to travel the universe as efficiently as they could."
"When they were picked up it seemed as though one had taken a very mild bite at the other without so much as breaking the skin."
"The catcher suspects they might have discussed one eating the other before they lost themselves fully, but gave up their minds shortly after failing to commit."
He squints at the cocktails in front of O-6 and H-427, trying to verify the shrimp in question.
"A couple for the couple tonight!
"You trying to say something punk? >:3"
H-427 curiously pokes at the rim of the glass, peering inside. "Did mine do the bite? Or was it the bitten one? =w="
He moves a little closer to the table to inspect H-427's shrimp, he hums a little before hesitantly replying.
"The biter- "
"Bear, which one of us would eat the other? >:3"
"I'd 'prolly eat you. =w="
H-427
2024-12-28 20:51:41
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"The minute I open my mouth to say I'm hungry, you'd throw yourself on a dinnerplate. =w="
"Bear are you trying to say you wouldn't offer yourself to be eaten if I asked first? >:3"
What the fuck are these people talking about......?
"Hm!"
And he immediately backs away from the table again, sparing another quick glance at his phone as they discuss.
"!!!"
H-427 snorts. "I mean, if you asked. Don't think you'd be able to finish your meal, though. =w="
"Then I better be quick on the draw when the time comes. >:3"
"Can we just hear about the final shrimp? :U"
"Certainly!"
He clears his throat once again to regain some vocal composure.
The umorus continues to pass out the soup and salad to accompany before the main course.
"The other shrimp is only noted as being an animal from the history provided here. Not quite as thematic, but..."
Scab
2024-12-28 20:57:13
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"Apparently it was claimed after having spent most of its life powering an old CCTV network in a super mall. The cekeki itself was stored in one of the observation rooms with a direct view of the feeds, allowing it to watch everything every camera it was powering would capture. Once the mall shut down they sold the cekeki to ShrimplyBlessedTM."
"The sellers made a passing comment that perhaps all the lingering memories from the mall might have an affect on the cekeki's taste, so if you happen to taste any 'mall' in there do say."
"Positively excited about the taste of decay and a midlife crisis. :U"
"Gonna be either asbestos or popcorn. Both are kind of exciting, not gonna lie. =w=" H-427 pokes at the food.
"Hmmm you did pretty good, aliens. I made you sweat having to come up with some random shit, and you managed to make it entertaining."
O-6 tosses the two some random pieces of papers. "Pretty sure these tickets are worth something. Go buy yourself something nice. >:3"
He looks at the tickets for a moment, then back up to O-6.
"Are these... Capture creature tickets?"
"I'm certain you can read, yes? :V"
He turns the tickets over in his hand, inspecting the other side.
"I was- "
Points. He was hoping for points.
"Thank you, sir. Enjoy your meal."
Blood Moon
2024-12-28 20:59:53
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"Do forgive me! I've one more dish to serve... I don't believe it is something either of you have ever delected before..."
O-6 is already starting to eat his cekeki. He motions with his hand to continue.
"While in the citadel, I came across a vendor... offering a delight known as a "gumby". So what I have to offer to you for the main course is a well marinated, sous vide, cooked to medium rare gumby, caramelized and glazed with a carefully prepared Keysmash mixed berry tequila reduction... Do enjoy your meal..."
"Shit, man, when you said chef's special, you weren't kidding. =w="
"Hmmmm nice choice. I got this gumby over here. Wanted to know if it was edible, but I just couldn't kill it. No idea why. >:3"
O-6 cracks his knuckles. "But once I know what gumby tastes like, if it's as good as you say, I might change my mind. >:3"
"I was informed it was a delicacy where they come from!"
"Sir, is your gumby smoking?"
"Yes he is smoking a joint and covered in blood. Is there a problem with that? >:3"
He looks away, scratching the fur on his cheek.
"Nope. Not with me anyhow."
"More wine?"
"Woah. Hey, lil' dude looks familiar. =w=" Hart waves nonchalantly at the large gumby.
"I've got this little dude that won't stay out of my hair, maybe they can be pals, or sumn'. =w=" He rifles around in his mane, and bats out a small animal.

It scampers out and curls up under the table, before he can make another comment about it.


"That's fucking ugly. >:3"
"Waiter, can we get this one cooked next week?"
O-6
2024-12-28 21:05:37
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"Look at its tiny fucking tail. >:3"
"I wouldn't say no, if you'd really like it cooked!"
"I think it's kinda cute. Lookit the lil' critter, gnaws on my finger when it's mad. =w="
"Look at my gumby." O-6 picks up the fat gumby and places it on the table. "This is the optimal creature. Pure bloodline I was told. Healthy size, large tail."
"My gumby could eat your gumby before it sees it coming. >:3"
The gumby ignores everything going on and nibbles on some food.
"Aw, what? I just found mine in a bush a lil' while ago. Felt kinda bad for the little guy, since it's like, a fuckin' hurricane out there and all. =w="
"The chef says yes so, I don't see why not if all agree."
"Nuh-uh, hey. Eat your cooked gumby first, if you want the lil' guy, we can box it up and save it for later. =w="
CL-7 ignores everything, but feels disappointed that O-6 hasn't noticed that he hasn't touched any of his food, merely keeping it out and moving it to the side when the next course came in.
The gumby placed on the table is eating his meal. The one given to him.
He wanted to lose it. To rip the gumby to shreds. Just because he was not going to eat his meal didn't mean some animal could consume it with little to no respect to him.
Alas, O-6, his sir, seemed particularly proud of his new pet.
Maybe one day, his gumby will suddenly grow ill after stealing what was his, or perhaps O-6 will wake to it suddenly dead.
He could wait as long as it could take.
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