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[crystallinememories]

Hello! This is Raha's phone. Sorry that I couldn't answer, but leave me a message or text me.

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[thavnairian]

If you like. But don't empty your wallet on my behalf!

[Amal can be surprisingly stubborn when it comes down to it. After he's paid for everything and slipped G'raha's new books into a couple of canvas bags, it's back to walking.]

Oh, me? I'm a dancer by profession. It translates surprisingly well here, though there are fewer weapons involved. I'll scare the guests, they said... [He rolls his eyes.] Thavnair was the birthplace of the discipline, and it's been passed down for generations as a way to protect that which we hold dear and purify the darkness from the hearts of the discontent. And also to entertain, of course. Naturally, I've developed some other skills adjacent to all of that—singing, playing instruments, telling stories, sleight of hand, how to tell if something is poisoned... whatever gets the job done.

[He'll carry the books if G'raha lets him, since they barely weigh anything to him.]

But here, all I have to do for coin is take a piece of clothing off every few minutes. Or sit and look interested while old men talk for hours. It's much easier than vanquishing dragons and the like.

[crystallinememories]

[He tries not to let him, but, well. Stubborn.

He laughs a little, though he's... not sure if Amal realizes he's a stripper?? He has a lot of adjacent questions to that, but also he's trying very, very hard not to picture it. (Which usually would not be a problem for him, but Amal is just too flirty and charming apparently.)]

I was going to say, I feel as though a number of those skills would be wasted here... [Though the 'telling if something is poisoned' one may actually be useful sometimes, unfortunately.] I would ask what kind of dance, but I, uh, know so little about the types here much less your world.

[thavnairian]

[He cannot and will not apologize for being who he is. Raha is cute and he would be remiss not to point it out at every opportunity.]

A few of them, yes. But I feel a little old-fashioned next to a lot of things here, I have to admit.

[He beams.]

I wouldn't mind giving you a demonstration sometime. With the weapons, obviously!

[crystallinememories]

I wouldn't consider any of that old-fashioned. If anything, most of them are timeless.

[Especially story telling, given his whole area of research. ...Maybe he should ask Amal about some of those stories sometimes.]

Obviously! I would love to see it. [Hopefully he won't combust, given how well it apparently translates to Amal's current job.]

[thavnairian]

Well... I can't deny that. Locks haven't changed all that much from world to world...

[AMAL???]

I'll have to put together something fun. How do you feel about fire?

[crystallinememories]

[a m a l. really though, raha isn't all that surprised. amal does seem very... rogueish.]

As part of your dancing? Assuming you know how not to catch yourself on fire, then... good?

[thavnairian]

[He's simply a rogue who didn't graduate to ninja.]

I haven't set myself on fire since I started learning. Though a little practice wouldn't be unwelcome, seeing as I haven't done it in a while. [He winks.]

What kind of food do you like? There's all sorts down here. Some of it's familiar even to me, and some of it is... ah... I had some squid noodles once that were still alive when I bit into them, and they were spicy too.

[He's still not sure how he feels about it.]

[crystallinememories]

[rogues have more fun tbh]

Now you're trying to make me worry on purpose.

I'll eat most anything, honestly. [just wait until archon loaf makes an appearance] What are you familiar with?

[thavnairian]

[It's true! And he'd argue as much.]

Hahah, caught red-handed. It's nice to know someone cares.

[He just can't turn it off, sorry.]

I'm trying to remember the name of the cuisine. Um... Indian food, that's what's most familiar to me. They even have the right kind of curry in the stores here. There are some things I've never heard of before, too, but they're good. And... what is it... vegetables and meat over rice, or made into little dumplings... Japanese, that's it! I had this special kind of pancake I've never eaten before, and it blew my mind!

[... He loves food. If that's not obvious. In fact he's literally shown up to college campus events for the free food even though he's not a student.]

[crystallinememories]

Oh, it's been ages since I've had good curry...

[So that's very tempting, but he also has an idea, and so once they're around the food he'll gently tug Amal along until he finds what he's looking for.]

Have you tried this before? ['middle eastern' is a vague category for the amount of countries it covers, but the ingredients are often the same even if the dishes are different.]

[thavnairian]

That's what I thought until that place opened up next to the university.

[He lets his friend lead for a bit, simply taking in the sights and quietly mulling over the options-- until there's something Raha likes and points out. The tugging is... not unwelcome. Congratulations on being the one person in Kaisou who can do that to him. Bestie privilege!

He leans in to read the menu posted outside.]

Oh? Let me see—mujaddara? Let's eat here, please! These people know a good dish when they see one!

[Bitches love lentils. He's bitches.]

[crystallinememories]

[heck yes lentils. Raha smiles and nods, and as promised he is going to insist on paying for this. And also buy them both some baklava, because obviously.]