joshuadim
the writer
HITOSHI YAMAKAWA
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SCENE:
LYRICAL MISERY
TIME:
Pre-Arc 3; Nov 11, 2021
LOCATION:
THE SERENITY - BAR AND EATERY, South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Hitoshi, Hiachi
LYRICAL MISERY
And just like that, the tables had been turned just as quickly. Now he was asked the question that he struggled to find an answer to. Immediately he wondered what would be the worst possible answer to give and how to avoid it. "Uuuuuuuuh..." the Phoenix veteran vocalized, his eyes darting from side to side as the gears in his head desperately tried to compute a proper response. However, a part of him realized there was a major problem and immediately instituted self-defence mechanisms for a situation like this.
Abort, sire! No answer will satisfy!
Why do you care so much what she thinks?
Capitaine, vascular systems are showing strain-
A slight heart palpitation - whether from the sudden rush of anxiety or the lack of concentrated speed in his system - jolted him back to reality. "I'm far too old to be drinking this much!" he responded, sidestepping the question with a response to one that hadn't even been asked. "But who gives a fuck... I'm here to have a good time, like everyone else." There was truth to it at the surface level, but - for someone like Hiachi - it was recognizeable that beyond this top was something else simmering underneath. The bartender placed three small glasses in front of the dishevelled man who, in turn, placed what cash he had on him to pay them off.
Taking a large swig from one, he felt the smooth liquor jolt down his throat with ease. Years of experience allowed him to ignore the burning sensations and harsh tastes of such strong drinks, and in turn chug at them like a horse. "Aahh, hooooaahh... hits the spot." Hitoshi muttered before turning back to his conversationalist. "The name's Hitoshi. And, before the night is over, I'll be kicked out of here like I have been in so many other places." he said with a grin, though not of confidence or arrogance.
It was an expression of pain.
Abort, sire! No answer will satisfy!
Why do you care so much what she thinks?
Capitaine, vascular systems are showing strain-
A slight heart palpitation - whether from the sudden rush of anxiety or the lack of concentrated speed in his system - jolted him back to reality. "I'm far too old to be drinking this much!" he responded, sidestepping the question with a response to one that hadn't even been asked. "But who gives a fuck... I'm here to have a good time, like everyone else." There was truth to it at the surface level, but - for someone like Hiachi - it was recognizeable that beyond this top was something else simmering underneath. The bartender placed three small glasses in front of the dishevelled man who, in turn, placed what cash he had on him to pay them off.
Taking a large swig from one, he felt the smooth liquor jolt down his throat with ease. Years of experience allowed him to ignore the burning sensations and harsh tastes of such strong drinks, and in turn chug at them like a horse. "Aahh, hooooaahh... hits the spot." Hitoshi muttered before turning back to his conversationalist. "The name's Hitoshi. And, before the night is over, I'll be kicked out of here like I have been in so many other places." he said with a grin, though not of confidence or arrogance.
It was an expression of pain.
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