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[okane]

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MONEY$HOT

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CHARACTER NAME

Toji Fushiguro

CIVILIAN NAME

Hiro Hirano / Unemployed

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING NUMBER

005

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Comments

[okane]

_{[ … sounds like someone with lack of self worth; someone like him, really. Is he drunk? He sounds drunk. Toji is already annoyed. ]}

Go on. Say why you’re calling.

[gimu]

I want you to tahlk to me while I walk back home. [ what the heck ]

1/2

[okane]

_{[ … what the heck indeed. Toji has half the mind to not respond, because after all, he isn’t someone like Yuuji who is maybe responsible for him. ]}

2/2

[okane]

<sub>[ … then again, given the odd sort of situationship they are in, it would make Toji a bad dominant to not take care of him in some sort of way. That makes him stuck like this.

A sigh is heard, followed by: ]</sub>

What do you want me to say?

[gimu]

[ despite all the latest technology and noise-cancelling perks, the rumble of the world around him still makes it through. traffic, the scuff of shoes on pavement, choso's hiccup. ]

Tell me 'bou' your shmoking friend.

[okane]

_{[ Toji’s relationship with people who were considered friends and now are not is a strange one; mostly because he’s really only had one good friend other than his marriages and that was Shiu. He’s casual about it, no matter how close they were. ]}

We worked together. We shared our profits over meals. One day he didn’t want to be my friend anymore.

_{[ And that’s fine. He expects it to happen. ]}

I’m sure one day you won’t want to talk to me either. It’s just how it is.

_{[ He left Zenin expecting life to be a disappointment and it never fails. ]}

[gimu]

He wassh weak.

[ more scuffs, like this outburst has sent him veering off to the side. no, no, stay the course, damn it.

oh, a konbini. the hiss of an automatic door is unmistakable even here, 250 years past their own time. bing-bong, irrasshaimasen. ]

Who jush’ doesh that? No’ me. I wan’na talk to hyouu all the time. Every day.

[ a pause, the crinkle of plastic wrap. ]

Wao. Do you wan’ onigiri, Tojshi? There’sh so many here. Ssho many. Base doesn’t have thish many.

[okane]

_{[ Choso was weird to begin with, but he’s a special kind of weird when he’s been drinking… ]}

…

Yeah, I’ll take one.

_{[ another pause, then: ]}

Why?

[gimu]

[ tuna, and salmon, and umeboshi, and— ah, pay attention, choso. get an extra for Toji, another for Yuji, maybe one for, for the new people, another to snack on, oh maybe one for Marcille…

the sounds of shopping continue, choso piping up over what can only be a crinkling armload of onigiri. ]

Becaushe.

[ and that seems to be it, at least for the duration of what must be a very curious transaction for the store employee. after everything has been rung through and bagged (“come again!”) and the doors have spat him back out onto the street, the patter of travel starts up again.

after a moment— ]

I washn’t sure what kind, shho I got them all.

[okane]

_{[ Because isn't enough of a good answer for Toji, but he lets it go because the next thing out of Choso's mouth is ridiculous... he can't help but grin a little. ]}

I'll have more than one then.

_{[ a beat, then: ]}

You're an idiot.

[gimu]

Ghood. [ a rustling, like he’s giving the bag a shake.

then a snort. ]

Shhhut yhour fuckh, you. I’m gonna feed you.

[okane]

Feed me all you want. Should I just sit back with my mouth open?

[gimu]

Yesh— no! Lazy! Why sho lazy?!

[okane]

You know you want to. To put things in my mouth.

_{[ this suddenly got suggestive .. ]}

[gimu]

[ does choso get it? it’s hard to tell, since he bursts out with a heartfelt: ]

All the time! Every. Every time.

[okane]

Alright. What's taking you so long to get here, then?

[gimu]

Wuhh-walkin’. I’m gettin’ there. Impah… impatient. Tojshi sho impatient.

[okane]

Yeah? As if you don't like it when I'm asking demands from you. Does it make you feel useful? That I'm giving you all sorts of attention?

_{[ A pause, then. ]}

Listen. I don't mess around with people when they're drunk, but when you get here, you may stay the night with me if you'd like... just for sleeping. Sleeping and eating. Nothing more.

1/2

[gimu]

I dhon’ know, but I dhon’ mind it comingh from yhou.

[ pay attention, choso. listen, choso. Toji’s tone grips him, leads him along step after plodding step like a little red lead stretching out into the distance like a guide. ]

Ohkay. I hundersthand. Horizhontal ish fine.

2/2

[gimu]

Dho you not like the tashte?

[okane]

_{[ … ]}

Say that again?

[gimu]

Taste, the, the flavour. Mouth… feel.

1/2

[okane]

_{[ buffering… ]}

2/2

[okane]

Are you talking about sucking cock?

[gimu]

I— am I?! Where did cocks come from?!