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[trashed]

[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

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[trashed]

[Good. He's just trying to get the garbage out of him, because...ew. This is gross.]

What do you mean by flavor, anyway?

[cilantro]

Oh? What I mean is that you seem to have shades of an adamant personality--a distinctive quality, or "flavor" perceived by a person's particular tastes, so to speak.

[Which could mean he more or less was calling you "stubborn" a moment ago for not accepting his help.]

[trashed]

[He may or may not be looking at Cilan like he just sprouted two heads.]

But why flavor? Flavor is used for food.

[cilantro]

[It's something that he is starting to realize in Luceti is that his manner of speech would probably sound odd to people that have never spoken to a connoisseur before until now...then again, people he knew in Unova were often unfamiliar with it, too. He better start getting used to trying to explain himself every time, he supposes.]

Well, to me at least, other things can have a wide variety of different aspects and tastes akin to food as well--some can have a flavor as equally bitter as the blackest of coffees, or even as sweet as one's favorite dessert. In the cases of people, you'd compare it alternatively between people you like and dislike--you might think someone you like is "sweet" while someone you don't like is "bitter"...and of course, like any meal, sometimes you have to be able to get a taste for them first before you truly know anything about them.

[Is this making any sense at all to you, Sync...]

[trashed]

[Wow. Just. Wow.

That's pretty much...all he's thinking right about now. It makes sense but he's not sure why or how it makes sense, to be honest.]

It's still a stupid way of saying things.

[Sorry, that'll probably be the most you'll get out of him, opinion-wise.]

I'm beginning to think that there's nothing normal about anything or anyone around here.

[cilantro]

[He just offers a slightly awkward smile at that--he doesn't let it bother him that much when strangers make fun of how he speaks or acts.]

Perhaps, but sometimes eccentricity can be a good thing too if it helps keep things from growing a little too stale...

[trashed]

[That's good because Sync is not a Nice Person.]

I guess some people would actually care about that.

[He doesn't. But then again, he's not exactly normal either.]

[cilantro]

Some people have their limits of how much eccentricity they can taste in one sitting, I suppose. [His way of saying that it's fine--hell, Cilan actually does have limits of how much insanity he can handle, he's just better at dealing with or repressing it. He reaches down to pick some stray trash at your feet as well as picking up some other scraps he dropped when he had been about to throw them away before you arrived, still talking.]

So, who might you be? I don't think we've met or spoken before until now...

[trashed]

[...He might be brushing more trash off of him while Cilan isn't looking.

Oops?]

Of course we haven't spoken before. [He mutters, a little.] I don't deal with the journals.

[Conveniently 'forgot' to give his name.]

[cilantro]

[Sigh. Could you at least dispose of any trash on your person into the garbage can rather than onto our nice kitchen floor...

Conveniently for you, he lets it slide for a second but he'll find a way to get your name somehow as he picks up more trash.]

Really? Why not?

[trashed]

[Nope. He's just really a jerk like that.]

People annoy me.

[And that's pretty accurate. He's just. Going to start looking around for the nearest window...]

[cilantro]

...Oh, I see. [But he oddly doesn't sound that bothered by your blunt admission of finding people annoying--he's dealt with people who act that way before. A slight pause before, barely looking up as he's picking up more trash--] I wouldn't suggest using the window to leave. You might just end up in the same predicament of being in someone's trash again, or having a dangerous fall since we're on the 7th floor right now.

[trashed]

I can deal with it. Either way, I'll probably end up in the trash.

[Maybe trying to find a way down the window will prolong his finding a way into a trashcan.]

[cilantro]

Mm. I'd offer to let you stay until it passes...but I take it you're not interested. [he sighs slightly as he gestures towards the kitchen door] I still think it would be better trying the door though rather than potentially being injured from falling seven floors or more.

[trashed]

What was your first clue? [He's eyeing the door, though.] I don't want to walk through another door.

[He doesn't want to be smelly and garbage infested anymore...]

[cilantro]

Well, you could always just open the door and see where it goes before actually stepping through it. [Said a bit matter-of-factly, even though he only has the vaguest understanding of how this actually works himself. Still, people would probably end up in less trash cans or wrong places if they actually looked where they were going before blindly stepping through doors...]

If whatever's on the other side of the door still has an undesirable taste for you, then I suppose you could try climbing out the window, even if I would prefer you didn't. [And provided you actually checked outside the window to see where it went first before just climbing through it.]

[trashed]

[He doesn't really see the logic in it.]

I can't look and see where it goes, idiot.

[If he could, things would be so much easier. He wouldn't have ended up in the Abyss cast's place so many times, then...]

Every door I've gone through has ended in a trash can. I'm done with that.

[cilantro]

[He gives a slight look at the "idiot" comment--gosh, no need to be rude. You open the door, you see if there's a hallway or room or something on the other side, and then step through it into wherever it goes...it's not rocket science. Cilan's tempted to go and waltz over to that door to prove a point, but then again, he has no idea where that door actually leads yet right now either.]

Really? ...Then wouldn't trying to leave through the window possibly give you the same result?

[trashed]

[This is Sync. His rude is always on high. Always.]

It won't - I've done it before, today.

[He just so happened to accidentally walk through another doorway, to end up here.]

So tell me where the window is.

[cilantro]

[...Sigh. This place and you people and your lack of logical reasoning...]

I still think that idea has a terrible taste to it, but if you insist, the window's over there. [Points over to the window on the other end of the kitchen.] But we should at least look before you decide to leap, otherwise you could end up falling several stories.

[In fact he'll probably end up walking over to the window with you so that he can make sure it doesn't lead somewhere that would be a terrible fall and we'd have to stop your stupid self from getting pitched out the window.]

[trashed]

[Hey, it's because of Luceti he has to think like this. Sob.]

Do I look that stupid to you?

[Of course he's not going to just jump out the window. He'll figure out another way out--

Somehow.

But he's wandering over to the window now, opening it and doing just what Cilan warned him to do; look to see if he could find a way out. Which he figures he could, but it would just take thinking.]

[cilantro]

[Well, at least you seem to be listening to us, so that's a start. And yes you do look that stupid--I mean uh]

No, of course not. But it doesn't stop me from being concerned either way.

[trashed]

[Yeah well, he's not that stupid to go jumping out a window that high up anyway. No matter what either of you think!]

Don't be. There's no use in being concerned over me.

[And he carefully starts climbing out, looking for a way...to get down.

Which he will, or something. Because maybe there are something he can grab on to - and he's pretty agile so he'll figure it out either way.

He's got this!]

[cilantro]

[Despite what you say, the look on his face clearly spells that he still thinks this is a terrible idea and highly worthy of concern. Cilan opens his mouth to potentially argue that fact, but then Sync is already climbing out of his window. Sigh. We'll just...stand here close to watch in case we need to throw a hand out to keep you from potentially falling to your death if you let go.]

Please be careful out there. [Yes, he knows he doesn't have to tell you twice, but...]

glkhdgfh that icon

[trashed]

[He should let go and see what happens to Cilan--hehehe.

Wait no he's not actually going to do that. And he's not going to respond to Cilan either; because it's not something he thinks is worthy enough to in the first place. Why would people worry about him?

He didn't get it.

Also those window ledges? Yeah, that's probably what he'll be grabbing on to on the way down.]