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[frotag]

[ i'm gonna say this happens at a slightly later point when ichiban wakes up before conking out again

he squints ]

Olé...

[expiries]

[i love him so much]

...I beg your pardon?

[frotag]

You and Tem were with us earlier... or, well, clones of you guys. —Good clones, not evil ones.

[ it is impossible to tell if this is sleep talk or serious ]

[inquired]

[ looks slowly over at arthur and mouths "good clones"? ]

[expiries]

...Ah. Yes. Mr. Charles and Ms. Lovelace let me know.

[pauses]

Although - I heard you weren't with them...?

[naeddre]

[sleepily:]

You showed up at the end with a hat when Ichiban's friend ran over the horrible woman.

[expiries]

...I see.

[no he doesn't but it's fine]

[frotag]

[ nodding ]

You helped us kick her ass.

[expiries]

[...]

Was the hat - notable, in some way...? It's been brought up, ah, several times by multiple people...

[frotag]

It was a sombrero. So, olé.

[expiries]

[taking a long moment to process the fact that ichiban's first impression of him is helping beat someone up in a sombrero]

I see.

[frotag]

Yeah, like—

[ he reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out his phone... then shows arthur this picture ]

Dead ringer for this guy.

[expiries]

[...]

Was I also wearing the mask.

[someone destroy him]

[frotag]

Oh, nah, no mask. That's how I was able to recognize you.

[expiries]

Thank god.

[frotag]

Going by process of elimination... I think you were there because of Lovelace.

[expiries]

Because of...? What do you mean?

[frotag]

Remember what I said about clones? Like Necchan said, we each had another person to come and help us at the final boss battle. Like, I had one of my best friends show up, and Necchan had Tem. So... you must have been there for either her or Charles.

[expiries]

...I see.

[why does he seem embarrassed when this is a very sweet thing to know. who knows. searching awkwardly for something else to say.]

Is she - aware of that, yet?

[frotag]

Not sure—you'd probably have to ask her yourself.

[ a pause, then, almost mirroring arthur's embarrassment: ]

. . . If you're lookin' for advice on how to deal with that, I'm, uh, not exactly your best bet, heh.