三十七 // Nobody's Supposed to be Here (7)

[pretecorrotto]

[The writing is slow, as if unsure.]

Hourglass is gone. Back to normal.

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[inthecenterfold]

[[Debates how to answer. Still debating. Getting the distinct feeling that maybe Sanzo - and Hakkai and Goku - were all part of his pings for 'waiting to hear news of living or dead']]

[[slowly because wow awkward]]

I'll treat for drinks at the bar.

[pretecorrotto]

Fine. Whatever.

[inthecenterfold]

[[Moon? Nice? Or nice for Moon. Maybe he's drunk already... Or something else happened with the whole cocoon thing he didn't know about]]

Meet you there.

[but he hurries over there to find it closed]

Damn, forgot Grift-

Well anyway, I can still buy you a drink.

ql

[pretecorrotto]

[He eventually arrives down at the bar, seeing Smoke waiting outside the door.]

So, do you actually give a shit about what happened to me, or are you checking up on everyone for karma points?

Re: ql

[inthecenterfold]

[Smoke does a double-take at that question.]

Well that sure was blunt. Guess that's like him though.

[Smoke stands up and pulls his cig from his mouth, blowing out the side of his mouth before answering]

Would you even believe me if I said 'yes'?

ql

[pretecorrotto]

[Moon lights his own cigarette, looking away. It figures that Smoke would give a stupid answer like that.]

I got some kind of dream in there. Or a memory, hell if I know.

It wasn't mine.

Re: ql

[inthecenterfold]

[How that line of logic connected, Smoke doesn't know. He drops his cig and crushes it under his boot. Then he reaches down to the package at his feet and pulls out a beer can for Moon, hands it to him, and then takes one for himself.]

Oh?

[He's convinced nothing he says will make Moon talk or not talk. He does what he likes.]

ql

[pretecorrotto]

[Moon cracks open the beer and takes a small swig. He figures that it's better to just get everything out in the open, no matter how little sense it made in the overall conversation. He's a little surprised that Smoke doesn't pry, but goes on anyway.]

I think it was the kid's. I looked different... but I was in it.

Re: ql

[inthecenterfold]

[Drinks a few swigs]

The kid?

Not Apple...

So wait, Meatbun?

ql

[pretecorrotto]

Yeah. [Moon finishes the beer already and discards the can.]

Fuck, I was in his dream. That's all the sand did. [He finishes the cigarette too and crushes it beneath his foot.] Why the fuck was it so dramatic if it was all for a fucking dream?

Re: ql

[inthecenterfold]

[Sees the beer go quick] Okay, bad dream... [Then the cursing] REALLY bad dream...

You wanna elaborate on this dream or am I gonna hope for magical mind-reading powers in the next five minutes?

ql

[pretecorrotto]

I saw myself. I heard voices - you and that other guy. West.

[Okay, that doesn't sound so bad. He takes another angry puff on the cigarette.]

If all it was going to do was show me that, why did everyone go around thinking the hourglass people were going to die?

Re: ql

[inthecenterfold]

Still can't hear their names, huh? Lame.

[But not the point]

The reason we all thought that -- [Yes, including him] -- was because the Sphere fucking sucks, or haven't you been paying attention? Yes, they made us all look like idiots, but what are we supposed to think when shit like that happens?

[He had a real scare today, thinking Amurui had forgotten him.]

ql (so sorry this is late x.x)

[pretecorrotto]

[He didn't know about Amurui, but even if he did, he wouldn't say anything about it.]

No, and I'm not about to try anything again.

[Hmmphs.] It figures that the brat couldn't even have a dream that made sense or gave me any kind of information. So if that's what you came for, you're out of luck.

Re: ql (no worries)

[inthecenterfold]

No, that wasn't what I came for.

[Like he's going to tell Moon what the real reason is]

Just out for a drink after a rough day. [Looks over at Moon] Got a problem with that?

ql

[pretecorrotto]

[He eyes Smoke cautiously, but decides for now that there's no alterior motive.]

Then what? [An exasperated sigh.] We're not friends. You wouldn't just offer free beer unless you wanted something. Just quit fucking around and get on with it.