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[inuko]

Hey, magic knowledgeable people, how possible is it on a scale of 1 to 100 that people who have a part of what used to be your body (nail clippings, hair, blood, antlers, scales, fur, feathers) could work some kind of magic on you, specifically, with it?

I mean, more how likely do you think it is that people here can do that? Especially as more Chroma's being absorbed back into the world.

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i'm so sorry, time has been my nemesis

[inuko]

[ Shino more hates the idea, because as far as things get digested, they still digest. He can get uncomfortable if Murasame's eating weird stuff, but his constitution is so ridiculously good because Murasame's is that he doesn't actually get sick. Still, who wants a stomach full of demons? Or lintballs? Or whatever else a demon in the form of a bird finds interesting?

Murasame says: ]

Itadakimassssssssssu!

[ Because he's been with Shino long enough he sometimes remembers to have manners, then promptly uses one foot to hold the bread and tear into it piece by piece with his beak. Shino blinks, then raises his hands, shaking his head firmly. ]

No, I'm fine, I'm fine. What's peanut butter?

[ It's one of the foodstuffs he hasn't happened to deal with specifically; peanut sauces, sure, but not a butter of peanuts. (Or any other kind of nut. Or even... cookies.) ]

time is always my nemesis

[nipzips]

[ A talking crow is still kind of creepy, but he's also friends with a guy who's essentially a wolf on two legs, so it shouldn't even be that shocking. ]

You've really never had peanut butter? What kinda backwards world did you come from? [ Probably an old timey world, he assumes. Though his words come off a little rude, it's really only because Josuke's a blunt guy. His intentions are good. In fact, he goes to fetch the jar and starts spreading it over a slice of bread for Shino (or Murasame, if he ends up eating it instead) to try. ]

Here. It's pretty good.

final boss get

[inuko]

One without peanut butter.

[ He responds, more than a touch sarcastic, though there's no heat behind it. Still, who makes butter out of peanuts? Why is it in a jar? He watches the whole spreading thing, accepting the bread and sniffing it (Shino, why) ]

Thanks...

[ ... before he takes a hesitant bite. It's... dry... but not bad? The peanut butter doesn't taste like whatever he expected, and the novelty is interesting. If he likes it or not is undecided.

Murasame, already finished with his bread and with scattered crumbs all around him, is now eyeing Shino.

Intently. ]

Dunno what I was expecting, but this is different. Does it go with anything else, or is it mostly a bread thing?

[ The amount of bread here still throws him off, but he's adapted to it after all these months. ]

[nipzips]

[ Shino looks largely ambivalent about the taste, but that's fair. It probably is a strange thing to taste for the first time. ]

Mostly just bread. It'd be weird on anything else. [ Sometimes it's in chocolate, but peanut butter chocolate cups sound like something far too complicated for him to make. ]

... Your bird still looks hungry. [ At least, it's staring really, really intently at Shino. Here's hoping nobody is getting pecked at today. ]

[inuko]

[ Murasame, deciding to be helpful, agrees with Josuke: ]

I'm hungry!

[ Meanwhile, Shino doesn't look like he's really bothered, considering his rejoinder is: ]

You're greedy, it's not the same.

[ Then again, Murasame takes wing to flap on over to his shoulder, landing with more care than one might expect out of a bird his size, and leans his face down next to Shino's, getting fed a piece of the bread with a put-out sigh on Shino's part. He doesn't mind, considering it's not something like top grade beef that Shino's been looking forward to eating himself. Thus young man and not so young demon peacefully start sharing the rest of the peanut butter smeared slice. ]

Ah, right, thank you. For the bread, and for putting up with his begging.

[ A hooked thumb up at the bird on his shoulder. Murasame seems nothing close to apologetic. He does, however, fix Josuke with a stare, flaring his wings. ]

Thank you for the meal!