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[atrophied]

It's been a week. Probability says this our last night here. I'm heading out to offend the populace. Want to come watch?

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[molotov]

Going to piss in a zen garden?

[atrophied]

Hmm. I've never done that before. We can put it on the list.

[molotov]

Can we also get drunk and play pachinko?

[atrophied]

Is there another way?

[molotov]

Not that I know of. Promise you will win me a shitty stuffed animal I can sell for five yen, then meet me in the lobby.

[atrophied]

Will do.

[ and he will be down there! in his usual sneakers, jeans and t-shirt combo, though he at least threw on a decent coat this time. ]

[molotov]

[Molotov, on the other hand, looks like an idiot. She always looks like an idiot in her off-duty clothes, although she doesn't think so.

She beams at him, and offers him a cup of sake. She came prepared.]

[atrophied]

[ he smirks and takes it. ]

You know me too well.

[molotov]

Enough so that I could probably tell you how long ago you popped a pill. Come on, let's go have fun. Something stupid is bound to happen sooner or later, so we might as well be drunk in a seedy neighborhood when it does.

[atrophied]

[ he takes long steps, the closest to power walking he can get. ]

You gonna carry me if things get hairy?

[molotov]

Or drag you. Whatever.

[She loops one arm through his, regardless of whether or not he wants this. She's pretty sure he once talked about her being the woman on his arm or something, so he's getting it!]

[atrophied]

[ he raises an eyebrow, but otherwise keeps any comments to himself. ]

You ever been in Japan before?

[molotov]

Da, although not in the '80s. I started taking work in Tokyo in the late '90s.

[atrophied]

Freelance?

[molotov]

Of course. No more ideological strings to tie me down. Just the client with the deepest pockets.

[atrophied]

[ he smiles. ] I lived here while my father was stationed here. I was fourteen then.

…Wow, I feel old.

[molotov]

Join the club. Three quarters of the people in this castle cannot remember the Cold War.

[atrophied]

Was it very cold back then?

[molotov]

Freezing. Not so cold now, though.

[atrophied]

Are we talking "not so cold" by Russian standards or by everyone else standards?

[molotov]

"Not so cold" by the standards you think apply.

[atrophied]

That is frustratingly unhelpful.

[molotov]

You think you are the only one who can play the unhelpful game?

[atrophied]

I vastly prefer it when I'm the only one who does.

[molotov]

Don't be selfish, or I will not keep sharing sake.

[atrophied]

Are low blows all they teach you in Russia?

[molotov]

Of course not. They are just my second favorite kind.

[atrophied]

What's the first? …Wait. You're not going to show it on me, are you?

[molotov]

You never know in this castle. I almost had lesbian sex with a teenager, once.

[atrophied]

...Legal teenager?

[molotov]

I think she is 17 or 18 now, I am not really sure. She is from the 15th century, so...

[wait...]

Stop being gross.

[atrophied]

How is that gross? This is important information.

[molotov]

Your fantasy material is not important information!

[atrophied]

It is when it's the difference between imaginary adults and imaginary jailbait.

[molotov]

[Molotov makes a disgusted noise.] She is no child, you pervert. Old enough.

[atrophied]

[ he nods and seemingly lets it drop. ]

...what hair color?

[molotov]

I am going to leave you in an alley tonight.




Blonde.