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[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.

He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.

Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.

Care to approach?]

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[ He almost laughs, as though he's in on his own little secret. ] I'm not really... easily hindered.

[ He sobers up rather quick when the scientists are mentioned and looks down at his hand, clenching it into a tight fist. ] They've already done that. I need to get this chip out as soon as possible. Then I might be useful...

[ Watching Gin walk around the room, Shizuo decides to rifle through some more cupboards, pulling out various supplies. Moist towelettes, rubber gloves, gauze, antiseptic. A thermometer. He pops it into his mouth and waits. ]

No bullets or anythin' 'round here? What about that munitions depot by the fish market? Cuttin' it close, since the forest's right there, but there's gotta be some shit to use.

No dice. I've been there, all they've got are some knives.

Damn scientists are keeping it all to themselves. All we got so far is what they gave us when we were brought in.

[Gin glances Shizuo's way, at first wondering if the latter meant to test his own temperature, then smirks when he remembers the fallen lollipop.]

You ran out.

Figures they wouldn't want us to have weapons to fight 'em with. [ He pushes the thermometer to the other corner of his lips with his tongue, speaking through his teeth as he bites down. ]

Obviously they never heard of innovation. When a person's trapped, they think of all sorts of ways to survive. It's instinct. To some it comes natural. [ Watching the other smirk at him, he shifts under the look and tries to ignore the connotations. But he's caught red-handed instead. ]

That's why we gotta walk you home quick. [ He breathes through his nose steadily and gives him a meaningful look. ] That's why I'm iffy about gettin' my chip out so soon.

Edited 2012-06-15 14:46 (UTC)

Give them due credit. [His expression is unreadable.] If they're men of science, they ought to know already... I'd even hazard a guess that it's exactly what they want to see.

It's like this: we drag a bunch of people from different worlds, throw them altogether in some dangerous dystopia where resources are sparse, populate it with an ever-growing collection of monsters, and watch them struggle to survive. They die, we'll bring them back... just to run around in our maze some more for our amusement.

Maybe there's something more to it for them, but this is what affects us most.

Getting the chip out is risky, but if it'll leave you less vulnerable in the long run, it's probably best that you get rid of it soon, before a large-scale catastrophe strikes. [He ceases his pacing, looking up thoughtfully for a moment, with his back to Shizuo.]

Not that quick, I hope. [Spoken in a much lighter tone than what preceded it; he turns to Shizuo again.] Ain't got any cigarettes on me, but I'd still like to treat you to something.

If they wanna know how people work, they should hand out a fuckin' survey. [ He sighs irritatedly and presses his hands back against the counter to drum his fingers on the edge. ]

Let's not give 'em the satisfaction of dying, you and I. We'll find you some ammo, one way or another, 'cause you don't look like you have any abilities other than... whatever you've got goin' for you. Smarts or sneakiness or whatever. So long as the bullets stay in the gun when I'm sleepin'.

[ The fact that Gin was showing him his back meant that either the guy trusted him or figured he was too weak to do much of anything. Shizuo just sniffed in amusement and chewed on the thermometer. ] Yeah yeah. I get that. I just don't wanna help the catastrophe out any or hurt anyone I don't mean to.

[ Blinking, though, Shizuo tilts his head a little, like a curious dog. ] Treat me...? To what?

Your answers on a survey don't have to reflect the truth. Those types want something authentic, something they can study and prove, theorize over, and repeat over and over...

[There's an odd sense of familiarity in the way he describes the scientists, despite the fact that he'd never met them. He certainly wasn't one himself, unless the scientists were just as susceptible to the diseases they introduce and had less power over the place than they appear to... well, wherever that familiarity came from, it disappears in the blink of a eye, when he decides to cast out a far less serious theory.]

Or maybe they just get off on having power over so many people and these so-called experiments are just a way for them to get their fix.

[What a touching sentiment, Shizuo! Staying alive and finding some ammunition both sound very appealing. Gin just smirks.] Sounds nice.

[Gin finds it somewhat amusing that Shizuo cares whether others get hurt, but he has that to be grateful for, since it's what got him to the hospital for treatment. Gin couldn't care less, but if the chip's removal will help keep Shizuo safe, he wouldn't mind being around as back-up.] So, when that Sakura girl digs it out of you, you could stay cooped up here where it's nice and safe. If you escape, I'll take you down easy and nobody gets hurt.

Yeah. [The curious puppy look is an amusing one on him, even if it's not on the same level as his look of shock.] You'll see when we get to my place.

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I like your second take on them better. Makes 'em sound more like the sons of bitches they are and not those intelligent types bein' ruled by some unknown factor I can't reach. That reminds me...

[ Approaching Gin unceremoniously, he shoves his hand into the trench coat's pocket and pulls out the communicator he forgot in there, before staring into the lens. ] This thing has started to get useful. [ He tucks it into his dress pants.

Then looks back to Gin, eyebrow cocked. ] I don't know what's gonna happen. If I look like I'm gonna hurt someone, I give you permission to try and kill me. Well... maybe try and calm me down first. [ His face tilts up and he laughs a little. ] I hope you're good at what you do.

[ Turning away to grab a bag off to the side, Shizuo throws some stuff he picked up into it and pulls it onto his shoulder. ] ... Alright... guess I was headin' there anyway. We hikin' it, or takin' the Subway?

[Gin doesn't stop him, nor does he look bothered at all by the action.] Oh?

I'm decent. [He's selling himself short.]

[He has never taken the subway during his time here, so it sounds like the more interesting choice. He's had enough of walking for one day.] Subway.

I hope you're bein' modest. [ Nodding to him, Shizuo deposits the thermometer into the bag and moves for the door, throwing it open.

He sighs and he walks. ] Looks like we're headed back to Latimir. It's at the end of the line.

[And as soon as they've reached, Gin leads him to his home. As soon as he steps in, he takes off his coat and hang it up on a nail in the wall— the hat is taken off and placed over that— and drops his makeshift bag of food too.]

Sit anywhere you like.

[Was that a joke? There's no change in his tone, but the place is a dump. It's bare, with an empty picture frame hanging lopsidedly on the wall, the window won't shut, there's something that looks vaguely like a chair with the back broken off, and the bed has only a sheet. Everything looks dusty and weathered. It's a wonder how he and his clothes aren't.]

Looks like the place got a little dusty while I was out. [... now in the running for the understatement of the year award.

He pulls out a bottle of gin from behind the threadbare bed and offers it to Shizuo with a smirk.]

Here.

[ Stepping inside, Shizuo slips off his shoes, still managing to remain polite when faced with the terror that is Gin's home. He ignores that though; he'd had a small place too and this could definitely be cozy for one person if cleaned up a little.

He takes up a spot on that half-chair and crosses an ankle over his knee, leaning against the wall. ] Nah, all this place needs is a little colour. [ He goes along with the joke. His face falls when he's handed a bottle of Gin. He turns it over in his hands. It's not expensive, he's seen this kind before. ]

Gin like the drink, huh... is this the present? [ Shizuo takes a moment to gauge whether Gin's the 'hurt his feelings' type. Then sniffs, amused. ] I don't like alcohol. Well, this kind, anyway. Thanks for the thought.

[Gin doesn't bother with taking off his shoes because, really? What cleanliness is he trying to preserve here?

What does surprise him is Shizuo's refusal. No hurt feelings, just surprise, judging by how he briefly lifts his brows.]

What kind do you like, then?

[... it sounds like he might have more.]

[ Shizuo does look like the type to drink; he was in a bartender's outfit for God's sake. But no, he just stares right back at Gin.

His fingers play with the bottle as he looks up to the musty looking ceiling to think on that. ] Uh. I like sweet things... [ He doesn't look embarrassed when he continues explaining. ]

Like things that are meant to taste good. Anything sour, chocolate-y... [ Manly things. ]

Edited 2012-06-16 17:05 (UTC)

[Gin won't speak for a good long moment, simply listening to Shizuo with a tremendously unimpressed expression. When he finally does speak, his words are delivered in the flattest tone possible:]

... so you want a sissy drink.

[Now, he's wondering if Shizuo's ever drank anything in public without being the subject of ridicule.]

[ Eyebrow twitch. ] It's not sissy to enjoy something. You can drink piss all you want.

[ People back home wouldn't insult him, he has a reputation. He holds out the Gin, to return it. ]

... chocolate, though? [Sissy.

He takes back the bottle.]

Well, I think I could mix you something that might go down more easily.

[Hey, he still wants to treat him.]

[ He grumbles under his breath that chocolate is delicious, looking to the side with an indignant frown. ]

Doesn't matter. [ Shizuo sighs. ] Whaddaya got?

[ He could even mix the drinks, he wouldn't mind. Being an ex-bartender, he can make a mean night cap. ]

[Gin mainly drinks straight gin and martinis, so he's mostly got gin, vodka, and vermouth, with some sweeter variants of the latter that Shizuo might be able to do something with? There's also some whisky... he's hoarding a lot more bottles in here than he's storing food, it seems.

He'll fish them out for Shizuo to pick from.]

[ Shizuo notes with a flat look that Gin's shamble of an apartment could be more easily described as a bar. He wonders if the man drinks to drown his sorrows, but looking around his place, he decides he probably drinks so everything looks better. ]

This. [ The sweet vermouth. He's okay with that, but it's far more palatable mixed with something. He takes it and weighs it in his hand, eyes cruising over the label. ]

Is a good gift. This isn't a cheap bottle. You found it, huh. [ He could manage it, regardless. ] Anything to mix this with, or am I on my own?

Have it, it's yours. [He gives him the closest thing he has to a polite smile. Still crooked, still icy— those eyes always have a cold, empty look to them, no matter what expression he wears— but it's the nicest one he has.]

I'm afraid I haven't got any chocolate or anything else you might be into. [It seems to Gin that if he mixed it with something, the result wouldn't be to Shizuo's tastes.]

Thanks, Gin. [ The lack of honorific is likely because he forgot to slap one on, but it'll probably stick anyway.

He smiles back all the same. Looking down at the bottle, he raises it a bit, as though toasting to him before screwing off the top to take a whiff. Shizuo's nose wrinkles in distaste, but he coaches his face into apathy in the presence of a hard liquor veteran.

He tilts it back and takes a swig right off the top, not even bothering to look for a cup. He licks his lips and assesses the flavour. ] Could be worse.

Is that any way to talk about a gift... [Assuming this was an invitation to start drinking, Gin sits on the edge of his bed and unceremoniously throws back some gin like it's water.]

[ Snorting and wiping his mouth a little after another, more dainty sip, Shizuo watches him toss back his signature drink and suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Could be worse. [ He reiterates. ] Doesn't mean it's all bad. I don't think you take offense to much. [ Another sip, but he's smirking behind the mouth of the bottle. ] Except "old man".

[He responds gruffly:] Hmph, I'm not that old, brat.

[ That was strangely predictable. Shizuo can't help but scoff at his reply. ] Well, how young are ya then?

[ He did look younger without the trench coat and hat, Shizuo mused. Maybe because they looked old fashioned. Like the fedora. ]

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