he groans as he pulls himself to his feet, but fine!! fine. he's also still wearing jin's glasses, because he's forgotten. it's fine, they're fake, he's not disoriented. ]
... Guess we actually are dead now. Still not what I expected.
Nah. They're probably real. [ he feels so weird carrying his own arm around. ] Look, this place has got food, booze and a place to sleep. All of it is free. No dickheads around telling us what to do. You saying you wanna go back to scrubbing floors for cash?
[he is not carrying mugen's stupid arm. (that's a lie, he'd carry it if mugen shoved it at him.) he'll lead them trudging through the snow to find the bakery.
[ ah, fuck, that was the one thing he didn't want to talk about. he wants to shove his hands in his pockets like a punk but he is incapable of doing that, so. instead, he just huffs out a sigh. ]
... She'll be better off without a pair of assholes like us following her around. [ he says, a bit quiet. ] Ugh. I told her I weren't gonna die.
[he stumbles a bit in the snow, nothing bad, just a little hiccup in his walk.]
I'm going.
[DON'T CALL HIM OUT. he goes to dig up some of the frosting--sorry whatever spirit runs this place, he's taking it in one of the piping bags and going directly back to mugen.]
Mm. If you could go back, would you? Not the other place. But home.
[this is....... extremely bizarre, not sure i like how stupid they are to be able to simply do this without question just because they've seen stuff as weird.
it's fine.]
There's food, places to sleep. We don't have to pay.
[he, um, very badly squeegees out some frosting onto... mugen's... arm.]
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he groans as he pulls himself to his feet, but fine!! fine. he's also still wearing jin's glasses, because he's forgotten. it's fine, they're fake, he's not disoriented. ]
... Guess we actually are dead now. Still not what I expected.
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so he is just gonna let mugen wear them. they're fake.]
We have the vouchers. Do you think they're fake?
[let's go, four eyes]
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Nah. They're probably real. [ he feels so weird carrying his own arm around. ] Look, this place has got food, booze and a place to sleep. All of it is free. No dickheads around telling us what to do. You saying you wanna go back to scrubbing floors for cash?
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[he is not carrying mugen's stupid arm. (that's a lie, he'd carry it if mugen shoved it at him.) he'll lead them trudging through the snow to find the bakery.
he does look up ahead of them.]
...we didn't get to say goodbye to Fuu.
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... She'll be better off without a pair of assholes like us following her around. [ he says, a bit quiet. ] Ugh. I told her I weren't gonna die.
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Maybe it doesn't matter. If she found who she was looking for; we did what we promised.
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Yeah. Think that's the first time I actually fulfilled one of those. Figures.
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[he glances at mugen, and then looks away before his lips curl at the edges. someone is a softie.]
I think she was glad you came along.
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I was appreciative when you came along.
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he's quiet for a few moments, just listening to their footprints in the snow. ]
You always do come back.
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[hehe
he points at one of the buildings nestled between some of the other ones. bakery! frosting time. he'll... help.]
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he gently knocks his shoulder into jin's at that. there's a hint of a smile playing at his lips. as they go into the building: ]
Go get me some of the white sweet shit and stop getting all feelsy on me. [ huff. ]
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I'm going.
[DON'T CALL HIM OUT. he goes to dig up some of the frosting--sorry whatever spirit runs this place, he's taking it in one of the piping bags and going directly back to mugen.]
Mm. If you could go back, would you? Not the other place. But home.
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... Dunno. [ he says, thoughtfully, holding out his detached arm for jin to put frosting on it. ] This really ain't so bad, here.
Could do with more hot girls and less stuck up jackasses, though. Might go back just for that. [ ... ] S'kinda boring.
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it's fine.]
There's food, places to sleep. We don't have to pay.
[he, um, very badly squeegees out some frosting onto... mugen's... arm.]
Mm. There is a lack of prostitutes...