Suitedreams: Aikawa

[battling]

You're a lizard forever

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[decaptych]

No.

[ It's not like, harsh or anything, but his tone is clearly markedly reserved here. ]

They didn't.

[battling]

[He looks at Aikawa.]

Can't exactly say good.

[ He'd still be upset if they took Mitile. ]

[decaptych]

[ He chews on something, hesitant, looking away briefly, his entire form colouring pitch black like sludge minus the reflective eyes, edges fraying like static, then, still reserved: ]

He did die, before. But he's back. Berith's where he used to live, and then, you know, it got vacated for a little while, and now it's back to normal. That's all.

[battling]

That's all.

[ He's content with that much explanation, at least for now. Aikawa can keep the details to himself if he doesn't want to share. ]

[decaptych]

Yeah.

That's all.

[ He knows it isn't like, just some small whatever to brush off but. He'd rather just take what he can get. Just being a flickering black blob here. ]

[battling]

[His wings fluff up for a moment before he looks at the hookah.]

D'ya even smoke? Why're we in here?

[decaptych]

I don't, it's just where I landed when I went out the doors.

Drinks look good though. Too bad we can't take 'em back with us.

[battling]

Could just drink it here, while we got it.

[decaptych]

Yeah? You feeling up for some day drinking?

[ He's not against it. ]

[battling]

[He stretches out his wings and the rest of him.]

Got company. Day drinkin' sounds good to me.

[decaptych]

The hell's all this anyway?

[ Gesturing to the wings. Just like, he wasn't aware you liked birds. Grabbing a bottle and tossing it over to him. ]

[battling]

Dunno, woke up with 'em.

[ One flap, two, and then they get tucked back. ]

You're lookin' blobby.

[decaptych]

I feel like this is an insult. I am big-boned, and soft, at best.

[battling]

Soft???

[decaptych]

Soft! Not blobby. Plus I like to think I have some muscle.

[ He's fucking stacked and for what. ]

[battling]

Yeah, you could throw a guy if it came to it.

I meant like... Your eyes did somethin' weird.

[decaptych]

[ COVERS HIS EYES. ]

What's that got to do with being blobby!

.....What's up with me though? Oh, my pants are black.

[ When you're already basically dressed in mostly black... ]

[battling]

Like a big black blob.

Your eyes did a static thingy. I dunno.

[decaptych]

Oh, that's fucking weird. [ Anyway he pops open a bottle of drank. ] But I guess if I don't feel funny, then whatever...

[battling]

This whole place's weird.

[ He means the hotel. Taking a glass and drinking. ]

[decaptych]

Yeah, no shit. That's like saying the sky's blue.

[ Drinking some... bleugh. ]

I guess this isn't bad -- but damn, that's hard drink.

[battling]

[ Sometimes the sky is black, but also he's not that sort of contrary ]

Hmm... They wanted to get real drunk real quick. Prefer somethin' smooth.

[decaptych]

I like beer and sake better.

[battling]

Whiskey or wine.

[ sometimes he gets Nero on the wine ]

[decaptych]

Our tastes are so off.

[ Drinks more. Maybe he'll get used to this taste. ]