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[ichimyatsu]

[He pretty obviously didn't mean to turn on the video function, from the way he's just staring dully at his wristband and then jerks away from it startled when he notices the feed going.]

...fuckin', weird space technology.

[An odd, stilted voice from out of view filters up to the feed. It's pretty neat, really., it says, and Ichimatsu's sparse little eyebrows crash together and he looks down. A moment later, the feed whirls as he moves and hefts a bizarre-looking orange cat into his lap, and he folds his free hand gently over the feline's ears.]

You're gonna have to stop doing that.

[The cat's mouth moves, but he just stares blankly ahead like he has no real idea he's speaking in the first place.] You're gonna make people wanna steal you and sell you again.

[A slow, huffed sigh, and Ichimatsu frowns at the communicator.]

...so, uh. My cat can talk, do us both a favor and don't try to steal him and sell him.

I'll pull out your entrails and feed them to you.

[He chokes, and covers the cat's mouth this time.] Stop that!!

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[ichimyatsu]

That's to be expected given the general size of the ship. Just means I'll only leave where I'm staying to eat. ...and I guess work, since that's something I have to do.

[His mouth quirks into another frown.]

[hellshot]

[Hah.]

Unless you want to pay someone to deliver food to your door and live as a shut-in.

[His head cocks a little to the side--curious.]

Half wonder if they gave you a suitable job, or if they're keeping up with their scheme of giving out terrible ones.

[ichimyatsu]

[He scrunches his nose.]

Mmn, somebody else would be likely to screw that up. Never mind that this being my first paying job I'd like to actually keep my money.

[He shifts his weight, shrugging.] Psychic for Purrfect Palmistry. I think they got confused on who has the mental capabilities, but I'll make it work.

[hellshot]

Just get your kitty cat there to do the work for you. Unless it can only read your mind.

[Ha ha ha ha.]

But I was right.

They have no idea how to assign proper jobs to people. [You're like. The fifth person he's met with an awful job.]

[ichimyatsu]

He's not specifically psychic, he doesn't just read minds. He corrects lies.

[Of which Ichimatsu speaks many, so he may as well only do his little trick on him. He shrugs.]

I dunno that there's really a good job to give to someone like me.

[hellshot]

[....He gives the cat another squint from under his mask. Yeah, he can see that cat being a problem. Since Reaper is far more likely to not speak his mind...

Anyway.]

'Someone like you?' You telling me you're going to list out the same set of useless traits your brother did when I first met him?

[ichimyatsu]

[He cringes.]

God, no. I have no interest in working, I have no skills, I'm pretty sure the phrase I liked best was "unburnable garbage with no will to live", I wrote it down somewhere but who the fuck knows where that piece of paper got to. If a job exists that you'd give someone self-proclaimed as such I'd love to hear about it.

[hellshot]

[Give him a minute. Normally, if someone were to brazenly tell him their skillset, he'd point out how useless they were in an attempt to get them to actually change their damn minds.

But Ichimatsu was being so self-depreciating, he was basically doing Reaper's job for him. Which meant there was probably no use in adding to it. This guy would probably just agree with him. So instead:]

There actually are jobs where people are paid to test beds and chairs for comfort for a living.

[Is this sarcasm.]

[ichimyatsu]

[His stubby little eyebrows climb for his hairline.]

Hilarious.

[hellshot]

I'm being serious.

[Even though he doubts that job exists on the ship.]

Money can be made here in easy ways, all the same. Though you hardly look the type who would go on missions on the planets below.

[You and Karamatsu both--you look like you'd get eaten alive during a fire-fight.]