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[siriusly]

Mnh... [grimacing.] That tracks. People were changing body shapes and genders not that long ago, so why not scales? [...] Weird that it's not when that giant snake was roaming around, though...

[truerevival]

I'm guessing that either happened before I was here, or I missed it entirely...[He sighs, and flicks the scale back at Manabu.] She's my Patron, the snake. If change is part of the process, I can only assume I need to make some changes of my own to counteract this. But I'm not sure what that might be.

There are plenty of possible avenues...

[siriusly]

[he has to juggle a bit to keep from fumbling and dropping the scale, give him a second here to just - CLAP - his hands over it and freeze a beat before blinking again.]

A, aa...And if you can't find answers yourself, Diluc or others may figure it out, too! So...so you probably won't be a snake forever. Or very long, maybe.

[truerevival]

Very reassuring, Manabu. Thank you.

[But well, he may not have a choice but to rely on what answers others come to first.]

Ange suggested that it may begin to fade with the monthly change. If it is tied to the Patrons. Having another taking their place may have it wane...

[siriusly]

[that! better not be sarcasm! he's still not good at detecting it, ok!!!]

Right... So if it lasts longer than a month, then we worry.

[...]

I guess...you don't have to worry about wrecking your shoes in the thaw for a while...

[truerevival]

[It was absolutely sarcasm. It's one of Kazuma's many talents.]

Right...[That should be comforting, but he doesn't like not doing something.]

I won't ruin my shoes. Instead I just have to drag myself through the muck. [Sarcasm, again. Talent.] There's also the problem of not really generating my own heat. Nights have been a bit cold...

[siriusly]

Eh-?! You-you're a coldblood now, too? [wait, no--] Er...no...like a... Oh, right. Reptile. [grimace.

he rubs the back of his head.] That is a problem, huh... It's not like I can be an all-hours furnace for that kind of thing, either.

[truerevival]

It would have been more convenient if it changed my bloodtype. [At least then it wouldn't be a pure annoyance.]

...Ah yes well...I've leeched heat where I can, when I can. [RIP Ryunosuke in particular.]

[siriusly]

[he pockets the scale with one hand, rubbing his face with another.] Mnh, yeah...I, I had to do that a lot early on when I was adjusting, too... [BLANKETS, NOT CUDDLING, YOU LECHER]

I bet now that the sun's back and things are thawing, I could find someone willing to part with a bloodstone heater...

[truerevival]

I'm hoping I won't have to adjust on a more permanent basis. [Look! Blankets only help so much! He's not trying anything.]

A bloodstone heater...[Promising, promising.] I would find somewhere sunny to just curl up in. But you've made it quite clear that some people might want to hunt my scales...

[siriusly]

I mean, maybe...since there's lots of weirdos around. [present company EXCLUDED: he picked that scale out of CURIOSITY, not MONEY.]

But if I see anything promising, I can message you. [shrug!]

[truerevival]

Still a worrying possibility. [Curiosity or profit--he'd rather not have more people picking at his scales, thanks.]

That'd be appreciated. [. . .] Your ability to generate heat...You can just do that on a whim, correct? [Asking for a friend. It's him. He's the friend.]

[siriusly]

Eh? Um, [he scratches at the back of his head, looking askance in thought.] sort of. I mean, sometimes heat or sparks kick up if I'm really mad or worked up, but I can also concentrate and make it happen. Like the kotatsu, remember?

[truerevival]

Just looking to clarify. [Please ignore the fact that he's unraveling again. Or slinking across the room. It's not as though he's slithered into a loose, but ever-tightening circle around you or anything.

What? No temperature regulation remember? There's a draft.] So you could, as an example, make it a few degrees warmer in here?

[siriusly]

Umh... [oblivious, thinking about it with folded arms.] Entirely? Probably. It might take a while without conjuring actual fire, though... [or spontaneously combusting, as one does.]

[truerevival]

[Soft, quiet swshh, swsshh as he coils. That's definitely a small circle now, and Kazuma's not exactly hiding the fact he's within what one might call their 'personal bubble'.] Care to give it a go, then? At the very least the immediate space would do.

[siriusly]

Mmm, I guess I could trRIGH--!! [he starts to pace, but there is a shitload of snake in every way, so instead he pitches forward about to eat shit.

Magnet let this happen. silent criminal.]

[truerevival]

[Magnet, the silent co-conspirator, is probably having the time of his life watching this chaos.

At least Kazuma has the foresight to not let Manabu pitch all the way forward--can't have a personal heater eat shit. Nope, just gonna shift a little and--caught.]

Careful. [Said as if this is not his fault entirely.]

[siriusly]

[he's braced only a beat, waiting for said shit-eating, but when it doesn't happen--]

Eh-?? [blinkblink. hey, hey WAIT--]

Hey! Le-leggo! What the heck's the big idea, huh?!

[well, Kazuma did want warm, and fussiness DOES facilitate warm, so Manabu is several degrees hotter and a bit staticky to boot while he fidgets.]

[truerevival]

If you would have rather fallen, I could still drop you. [He's at least more amused than annoyed. Might have something to do with that heat though--sweet blessed warmth, sparks be damned.

Just give him a few seconds to bask in that and then--oop, there you are Manabu, settled right back on your own two feet again.]

Is that better?

[siriusly]

That-- that would've been your fault, too!

[jeez!! now he's all fussed and confused. what the heck!!

while uneasily dusting himself off:] Don't just--encroach like that! It's weird! Don't forget it's totally weird!

[truerevival]

Outside of startling you, I personally don't see the problem.

[Besides, he kind of enjoys the whole "getting a rise out of Manabu people" thing. Probably best not to think too hard on the why.]

Magnet didn't seem bothered by it either. [Yes, use the dog as a defense. Perfect. Ace attorney work right there.] Besides, the room is a fair deal warmer now, thank you.

[siriusly]

[indignant:] Who cares what the dog thinks?! And I could've done that without you getting weird about it, you know...!

[truerevival]

[Very clearly holding back a laugh:] I fail to see how I am the one that is being weird about any of this.

[siriusly]

[HMPH!!!] Maybe because you've been stuck as a weirdo for too long...

[he stomps off toward the door to get his shoes.]

I'm going back to work, but I guess I'll keep my ears open about the transformation stuff.