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[mindofathief]

[The texting function is so finicky and takes forever, so this voice messenger works much better. There's half a minute of Duster poking at the tablet, checking if it's working.]

Oh.

Hello? Can everyone hear me? I'm at the scrapyard near the edge of the forest. I met a spirit that threw a locked box at me, and I need help breaking it open.

[Why couldn't the spirit be like a normal ghost and leave behind a present box instead?]

...If whatever's inside is important, I don't want to accidentally break it.

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[mindofathief]

[...He certainly did not expect a being made of metal. His body stiffens briefly from the instinct to defend himself and Riku from the supposed chimera, but that name and the lack of a hostile attitude...

He should be safe? Daylight seems more of a peaceful Clayman than a killer robot? It still doesn't totally quiet the voice in the back of his mind cautioning him not to aggravate him.

It's really confusing.]

You're Daylight? [Definitely not how he imagined him.] ...I'm Duster. And yeah, it just fell right in front of me after I met a spirite.

[equinoctials]

[ Day's humble, he gives so much to the community and, Riku suspects, he doesn't realize it at all. Watching him investigate the trunk and it's collection of trading cards, Riku folds his arms.

It's notable, but not exactly worth mentioning that Riku doesn't disparage the value of this "treasure" the way he had before. As if he's reluctant to burst Daylight's bubble, or perhaps he's just basking in his optimism. ]

What do you make of it, Day?