week 5, we're all dead, monday (jacopo, chuuya, & caren)

[doublesmall]

[so, they maybe have some things to discuss after their respective demises.

chuuya's told jacopo which room he's sharing with caren and told him to drop by anytime that night, except when he does show up he's getting a very hurried "give us a minute-" before chuuya lets him in a minute later.

it's fine.]

Hey, sorry--

Figured we all have a few things we're gonna need to talk about. I don't mind sharing with everyone else later, but this is a little easier for now, yeah?

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[grano]

[ his eyes flit in between the two of them. ]

As if I can blame you. They were — and are — a threat, it's only natural that you'd desire their demise. You have...things to live for, however. We'll be sure to make them pay another way.

[ a beat. ]

Tch, I know — my...former partner is a member of his ensemble of bodyguards, unfortunately.

[ but then he gets hit with that.

his eye twitches.

his wings do too.

rage flashes in his eyes. ]

...For the love of fucking...god, are you kidding me!? I knew Kurosaki's goddamn crush would get the best of him!

[sexorcism]

[Caren gets to her feet, though she keeps the blanket wrapped around her when it stands. Modesty is definitely intact.

Almost simultaneously with Jacopo's anger, though quieter and a little later.]

... The rats certainly did take run of this place.

He tried to make us leave you, Chuuya. Me and Assassin, when you were lying there.

[She already knows from their other conversation that his handling of the hair was intentionally suspicious, but this just brings that conversation in Chuuya's arms back in full.]

[doublesmall]

He did what.

[WELL WE'RE ALL ANGRY HERE NOW I GUESS because chuuya can't stay seated either. he pushes himself to his feet, pacing restlessly.]

What fucking right did he have to try to make you two, of all people, leave? If he ends up here--

[he stops pacing there, voice more of a growl.]

He'd better hope he lives, because if I lay eyes on that little shit I'm going to teach him how the Port Mafia pays its debts.

[grano]

[ there's a "tch", and jacopo draws out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, shit he nabbed from the drugstore prior to his death. one cig is lit in a matter of seconds, and he gestures the box towards the two of them for a moment, a blatant offer. ]

We're all a little stressed, needless to say. The fool's been playing for the other team longer than I expected.

[ yes the double meaning is intentional, unfortunately. ]

I'm aware that fulfilling one of the win conditions won't "impress" my employer, but I highly doubt a group of righteous murderers singing kumbaya will either.

[sexorcism]

[Caren, who has never smoked a cigarette before in her life, still takes one, leaning toward Jacopo's lighter expectantly. She's definitely going to hate this, but she doesn't know that yet.]

You didn't seem the type to subscribe to those sorts of biases. Luckily, I don't need bigotry to find his behaviors despicable.

[Caren says that completely neutrally, so it's difficult to tell if she means it in an underhanded way if she's truly surprised by his tone.]

Which condition? We are cursed enough that it would be easiest to achieve, wouldn't it? Now that the rest of one faction has completely exposed themselves, it could be a matter of days.

[doublesmall]

Sometimes you play for whatever team you have to. [let's be real chuuya has.] But if fulfilling the win conditions isn't impressive enough, then why were we playing in the first place...

[caren's already got the rest of the commentary on jacopo's Opinions, there, so chuuya is just taking and lighting a cigarette with a brief little nod of thanks, taking a short drag from it. he's done this before, apparently.]

Honestly, it's kind of bullshit to get dragged into a game like this and then hear we apparently weren't supposed to fucking play it right. I told both of them when they came for me that they weren't living to eight weeks, and if Assassin has his way I'm pretty sure they won't-- if your boss ends up unimpressed that we were good at what we did, they can go fuck themselves.