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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

[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?!

1/2

[okane]

You’re definitely talking about cocks.

_{[ this guy is just.. he’s so hard to read sometimes. But Toji shouldn’t be irritated: he is the one that made the suggestive comment. ]}

2/2

[okane]

_{[ whether he is or isn’t, Toji goes on to explain. ]}

I don’t do that because I don’t like receiving.

_{[ — most of the time. ]}

Doing that implies you’re helping the top get ready for that. Does that answer your question?

_{[ ??? ]}

You’re taking your damn time getting here. Are you lost?

[gimu]

[ tidbits, absurd trivias to squirrel away, to examine and turn over like strangely shaped rocks. ]

Now I have no idea what queshtun I was asking. Your cock sssslapped it away. Don’ you ever want to do it juss’ because?

[ listen to him, bandying these crass words about like he didn’t just get intimately acquainted with them only a month or so ago.

the pitter patter of travel nevertheless picks up a notch. ]

I’m ghhoing, I’m ghoing. Not everyone has giant feet like yhou. Big, giant legs.

[okane]

Do what? Suck cock? Hey, you’re still talking about that, right?

_{[ … ]}

I guess.. sixty-nine is kind of fun.