( Humming, humming — and through the Murmur, a faint echo, as if someone is thinking back Megumi's thoughts, holding onto them as he writes them down. )
Fushiguro, you're quite the treasury of vital information.
Testing a theory. It must be hard, your birthday so close to the end of the year, when everyone else is getting their strawberry shortcake. And you were born in.... Tokyo? Going by the accent?
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Fushiguro, you're quite the treasury of vital information.
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...wait, has he just been stealth-dissed. ]
Are you just going to namedrop a couple bands and hope for the best? [ Because he kind of wants a ringside seat to watch how well that works. ]
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[ What year is your teenager even from, for one thing... ]
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Well, good luck, I guess.
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Say, Fushiguro. When is your birthday?
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[ ...it's not really that he's intent so much as he's been aggressively steered into it by every adult in his life, but sure. ]
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Fushiguro, friend or foe or government, a professional exorcist can never reveal his true birthday or birth place.
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That's not really a norm in jujutsu society. Is it because it might be used against you?
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[ Though it's clearly not as much of a thing in his own world, but that doesn't mean it isn't at all...something to look into, maybe?
If they actually get out of here, of course. ]
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Sure. We're even.
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( Safe from the way of whatever harm befalls teenagers with as many death wishes as acne scars? )
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