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This has gotta be some kind of… screwed up dream…

[ There's lightly panicked breathing, albeit calm for one who has just woken up in a strange world. Adrenaline is high, but there's no one around for him to blame, nothing around for him to throw.

A blond man in bartending regalia lights a cigarette, unconcerned with the fact that the communications device is making a small documentary: Inside the Pocket, the untold story. There's a grunt of disproval, he obviously realizes something's amiss after a quiet beep alerts him to the piece of technology hidden from view. ]

What the hell is-… a phone…?

[ He's obviously stressed, his voice clipped, strained as though he's trying to keep his wits about him. The feed shakes, the image blurs from a violent motion, a rough hand locked around the camera. A thumb moves and you finally see the man's face.

… He looks quite angry, a tick at his brow, a twitch at his jaw where his teeth are clenched around the filter of his abused cigarette. Like an animal backed into a corner. ]

Spyin' on me now? Tch. I don't get it -- whaddaya want me to do?

[ The image takes on a new angle; Shizuo holds the camera up, pointing it down towards his face at a rather artistic angle and he stares up into it with a squint over his sunglasses as though trying to decipher an unintelligible code. ]

Well… fuck this. Fuck you. Like I'll make it that easy!

[ Expression darkening, the cigarette he can be seen holding snaps between his fingers. The device loses focus immediately, white noise flickering briefly when the uneven ground catches it, managing to land with its camera pointed up at grey sky.

Just in time to record the heel of a dress shoe dropping down on the lens. ]

Problem solved!

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How frank.

"How frank"? Isn't that frank? [ Laughs. ] Looks like we're in the same boat.

I don't enjoy lies or dancing around an issue.

Are we just gonna list shit we have in common now? Or is that gonna interfere in our fights?

[ Dry sniff of amusement. ]

I won't go easy on you for any reason. That isn't the way I work.

I'd be offended if you did. Droppin' your guard's not healthy. But you don't seem that type.

Again with the quick assumptions... If you really want to spar then you'll see how I fight soon enough.

I said I wanted to spar, I said that. So obviously I want to.

Fighting and sparring are not the same. Though I guess it doesn't matter; I'll stop before you're dead.

[ Overconfidence! ]

Same enough to me. That said, I can't guarantee I'll stop. [ There's nothing funny or arrogant about this. ]

With such a temper like that I shouldn't be too surprised.

So you understand. [ An embittered, impatient smile. ] And you still wanna fight. Good, good, good.

[ It's at this point that he's really starting to get the impression that Shizuo is a bit psychotic. Maa, he can handle psychotic, can't he? ]

I'm not scared of you, if that's what you mean.

[ Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Shizuo gives a wave and rolls his head back to squint at the sky. ]

It's not what I mean. I mean some people have a stronger sense of self-preservation.

Such a big head...

[ Sense of self-preservation? When it comes to fighting? Sasuke has none. ]

You sure like to talk tough.

I can, 'cause I am.

[ It's spoken plainly. Seriously. Like he's rattling off random facts. ]

Otherwise I wouldn't.

I'll be the judge of that. Forget the rules of your own world; there are some insanely powerful guys here. Even if you were something impressive there, you might not be in this place.

That's fine by me. [ He screws a finger into his ear and closes an eye. ] Make me feel better about myself. You're not gonna intimidate me, kid.

I wasn't trying to. I'm not referring to myself.

And I'm not a 'kid'. [ That irritating nickname, again? ]

Well then you should specify. I wanna know when to threaten you back. Though I could do that anytime.

And as far as numbers go, you are. [ Shrugs. ]

The last person you should be worrying about is me. If we fight, worry about yourself.

And that is pointless.

I don't worry about myself when I'm fightin'. [ And that kind of destructive nature is dangerous. ]

I'm not worried about numbers. You look like a kid, so I called you a kid. Not hard to get.

Then you're an idiot, though I hadn't so far been convinced otherwise. [ Even though he's thinking exactly that, that it's dangerous behavior. Someone fighting with nothing to lose? ]

I haven't heard that in a while. [ Considering how even if he looks young people usually get it wrong. ]

I know I'm an idiot, an insult like that's not gonna cut it, idiot. [ He has things to lose, they just aren't present; as far as he's concerned, he already died and came to Hell.

Snorting, he gives a humourless smirk. ] Guess you gotta get used to it again.

Then at least you have some self-awareness. If you want to insult me, however, go ahead. I know my own strengths and weaknesses. [ Idiocy may or may not be one of them. More on that during news at eleven. ]

It's not of much importance.

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