soul_campaign | 02 { feb 13: late afternoon } { video[s] }

[The network was spammed with a flood of messages in the span of a few minutes. Instead of posting each separately, it compiles them into a single post since there are so many. Each block is a separate message.

He posts all of them publicly since there is nothing remotely private about them. They're all addressed to Roy though. Who cares about saving Roy's face? It's not like Roy's in charge of a bunch of people, right?]

Roooooooooooooooooy, I'm BORED. Hey, you should come over.

Roy. Roy. Hey, Roy. I'll bet you'll never guess what Elicia did a few nights ago. It was the most adorable thing ever! I had just got home, and I was really tired bu— [The video cuts off suddenly.]

ROY, MY APARTMENT'S ON FIRE. [He looks frantic, but there is no evidence of a fire in the background behind him.]

Hey, stop working and get your ass over here, Mustang. I'm dying of boredom, over here!

There's nothing to do, Roy. You should come over and share some of that paperwork with me! And by share, I mean, give it to me and don't do any of it at all.

Hey, didja' know that Falman has impeccable memory? I tried moving the chess pieces once when he wasn't looking, and he figured it out as soon as he looked at the board again. Yeesh! How about we play a round, Roy?

Roy, have you ever seen a toilet paper roll be flushed down the toilet? Not the whole thing, but if you pull the paper over from the holder, put it in the water, and then flush it? It's pretty funny. It's probably a waste of paper though.

...okay, so I ran out of toilet paper. That wasn't a really good idea. Roy, could you get some toilet paper for me? I'm out. Please? Pleeeease? [In the background, anyone can see that he still has toilet paper though...]

Seriously, Roy, you should stop working and come over here. Don't leave me hanging!

Alright. You know what? Since you probably think my place is complete boring, and there's no reason to come by, how about I show you something you can't resist?
[The video moves and focuses in on Amaterasu, who's sleeping on Hughes' bed. After a few seconds, it shifts back to Hughes, who is smirking.]
What was that? I couldn't hear what you said over your sheer jealousy.

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[How does someone almost dry out in the sun...?]

...is he a fish or something? Or maybe a newt?

[Were fish and newts valid partners in this world???]

He's an alien.

[A beat.]

He looks like a frog.

Oh. [Well, he had heard there were aliens but—]

...wait, did you say a frog?

[She was partnered with an alien frog???]

Yes. [She wasn't even surprised to see a monkey transforming into someone with her face. Eve's idea of what is or isn't normal is probably more than a little skewed.]

...so he's a frog that's an alien? Or is he an alien that's a frog?

[Did order even matter? Hughes was not sure how aliens functioned. It was strange for an alien to look like a frog though, so maybe there was some correlation to order. He had never really thought about it before, but the idea of aliens existing at all was still intriguing to him.]

What's he like? I'm assuming he talks, right? And that he's green. Does he make noises like a normal frog too? Since his name is Keroro.

[She took a moment to think about it.]

I think he's just an alien that looks like a frog.

He's very kind and he's taught me a lot of things. [It's not very overt, but her voice is definitely warm as she talks about her partner.] Some times he says 'kero.'

Oh, I see. He seems like an interesting guy, haha. What types of things has he taught you?

[What kind of stuff did aliens know anyway? Where they just like people?

Hughes had way too many questions. Eve seemed all right with obliging him with a response each time though, so he did not see why he should not ask.]

[She didn't mind mostly because the idea that someone could ask too many questions was foreign to her.]

Gunpla can't be built in one day. [She sounds like she's quoting someone else's words.]

...Gunpla? What's Gunpla? Is it some sort of weapon?

They're a kind of plastic model Keroro likes building.

Plastic model... [He had only barely recently grasped what exactly plastic was, but the fact that one could build with it was new. Last he knew, it was fairly brittle!]

What types of models are they exactly? Er...that the plastic models are modeling, I mean.

They're something called Gunreapers in this world, but Keroro always calls them Gundams.

[Gunreapers??? Gundams???]

...do they...um...reap guns or something?

I think they're supposed to be some kind of robot.

Oh. [Hughes was not very familiar with the concept of robots though, so that did not really clear things up for him.]

Er. So they're machines and...I guess they have guns? Or is that unrelated? What do they look like exactly?

Most of them have guns. [And even still isn't really familiar with mobile suits. She only knows what Keroro has told her about them.]

They're shaped like humans.

...oh. [Yeah, he could not really picture that... Oh, well.]

So the models take more than a day to make, huh? I assume you've made one then?

I haven't. I've just watched Keroro make them.

Oh? Is it fun to watch him? You don't want to try yourself?

I'm fine with just watching. [Watching people do things is something she enjoys doing.]

Nothing wrong with that, hehe. You've probably learned how to build them though, right? From watching.

A little. I won't know until I try, though.

Maybe you should try some time! If it interests you anyway. I'll bet there's a manual or something too, if it's anything like the models I know about.

It could be fun!

[She thinks about it.]

I'll ask Keroro to let me try.

Okay, hehe. Let me know how it goes?

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