[Happy new week, Haymitch. Wherever he happens to be hanging out at the moment, he'll shortly find himself with company; without any real warning, Chuuya is suddenly just There, though he appears out of reflexive punching range. Just in case. He knows what he'd do if someone popped up on him, after all.]
[He sure does grab his knife and whirl around, but it's not personal! Just a little startled, that's all. It's fine. What's a little attempted stabbing between friends?]
I just prefer to know who I'm working with, you know? I can't blame you for not going the bullshit sexy photo route, but now that I know I can visit you guys first... I didn't see a reason not to.
Hey, we just hear from some unlucky dead people, we didn't get omniscience as a part of the host deal. All I got was a list of people I'd be overseeing and what we all had to do.
[A moment of silence follows that, before he sort of half-shrugs.]
Can't tell you about anyone else's situation, though. Restrictions.
Oh, you know, same shit anyone else would want to find out. Deep dark secrets, greatest fears.
[He cracks a slight grin, there, shaking his head.]
-no, more just how things are going. I tried giving Junpei a little bit of a reality check on how he handled everything, for the record, but who knows if it sank in.
[Chuuya's not going to ask him to be sorry for getting it out there, honestly.]
...think we all sort of are, though, to some degree. There's only so much that even we know-- but then that's where you guys come in. At least you have more to work with than we can give you on our own.
[His nose wrinkles in distaste, there-- it's a real pain to deal with.]
We can't really help you out with those, except for answering what questions we're able to during the trials themselves. Sort of bullshit that I can do, say, booze that never runs out but I can't hand you a lie detector or something.
I drink a lot. I know people who shoot up once a year instead. You figure out ways to cope.
[He shrugs.]
You see me at that first trial? [Not as stable as he pretends, not for shit like that.] You can live through anything. Almost anything. You just gotta find what way works for you.
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doublesmall) wrote2019-11-04 10:35 am
w4, monday
Hey. Got a few?
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You know, you could just knock.
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[He shrugs his shoulders, finding himself a place to sit.]
For all I know I'd smack into the damn door instead of knocking on it.
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[But he'll join him, sitting with a huffy sort of sigh.]
You miss me that much, or you got something to tell me?
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[A little wave of his hand, there. It's fine.]
I just prefer to know who I'm working with, you know? I can't blame you for not going the bullshit sexy photo route, but now that I know I can visit you guys first... I didn't see a reason not to.
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Can't say I blame you. Though I'm surprised you guys didn't get more information on who you're working with.
[. . .]
That how it works, by the way? You four split everyone who's got a role up?
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[A moment of silence follows that, before he sort of half-shrugs.]
Can't tell you about anyone else's situation, though. Restrictions.
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[Listen, he knows how roles are spread, maybe this falls under the same thing.]
And probably am gonna continue to assume, frankly.
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[But he also can't confirm, or he simply isn't.]
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So what do you wanna know?
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[He cracks a slight grin, there, shaking his head.]
-no, more just how things are going. I tried giving Junpei a little bit of a reality check on how he handled everything, for the record, but who knows if it sank in.
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[He shrugs. He's not sorry he did it, frankly.]
Beyond that? I'm shooting in the dark. Hasn't really helped much so far.
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[Chuuya's not going to ask him to be sorry for getting it out there, honestly.]
...think we all sort of are, though, to some degree. There's only so much that even we know-- but then that's where you guys come in. At least you have more to work with than we can give you on our own.
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[He fully expects the answer is no, but it's worth asking.]
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[His nose wrinkles in distaste, there-- it's a real pain to deal with.]
We can't really help you out with those, except for answering what questions we're able to during the trials themselves. Sort of bullshit that I can do, say, booze that never runs out but I can't hand you a lie detector or something.
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[Honestly, he imagines any of the four would have come forward if they could've helped more at this point.]
So basically, you're forced into watching, barely able to help, wishing you could.
[He smiles thinly.]
That was my life at home.
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[There are already things he can't do, at home-- orders he can't ignore, subordinates he can't save. But to live unable to act to a greater degree...]
Must be a pretty tenacious guy.
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[He shrugs.]
You see me at that first trial? [Not as stable as he pretends, not for shit like that.] You can live through anything. Almost anything. You just gotta find what way works for you.
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[A half-shrug of his own, there. He's been at the point of just surviving-- which is exactly why going back to it would be so hard.]
The mafia's still got our share of problems, but it's at least all willingly taken on.
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