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[soundsurfing]

[The squeeze on his hand makes him smile more, if it's possible. This is all right, then. Nothing too big, or forward. Just a hold. A threaded arm or a hand. Boy it's hot under his coat.]

Yeah, figure we'd check it out.

[He hands Neku the bag of Sandwiches when the bus pulls up, so he can dig his now free hand around for fare, handing it over for both of them. Only letting go so he doesn't smother the poor guy in his tail, and so they can find seats. And so Neku can eat, Beat attempting to eat his with one hand, the other down between them and a pinky hooked into Neku's pocket.]

Ain't sure what's in the Cube entirely. [Yes he will talk with a mouthful of sandwich.] Some weirdo on the network uses it fer some gore dates with his dude. I 'unno what that means. I think it lets you spar wid each other, widdout doin' damage? [A shrug.]

[unlivinglegend]

...gore dates?

[Neku looks a little distraught by the term]

[soundsurfing]

[Beat makes a face around his sandwich, like he bit into a bad spot.]

Ye, 'parently they into gettin' the wrong typa bloody together. The shitchu see on the network, yo. Curiosity made me regret.

[unlivinglegend]

So it's THAT kind of relationship.

[soundsurfing]

Each their own, I guess. Jus' glad they doin' it to each other an' ain't lettin' it spread. Long as they both into it?

[A shrug. Beat's absolutely devoured his sandwich, and now he's just sitting comfortable, backpack wedged against his back and his board bonking him in the head a little. The bus is empty so he feels comfortable leaning his head back a bit.]

After the Cube, le's hit up the Mall. You still look human so the Mannequins wont give you issue, an' they haven't bothered me none for a while. [Being fourth aligned.]