karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths...

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Who: Matt and Ukoku Sanzo
When: January 5; just after morning sirens
Where: fire escape outside the windows of apartments 808 and 810
Summary: a morning smoke after a long night without leads to some random conversation between next door neighbours
Warnings: none, I imagine

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[heretic_monk]

Transitioning from having so much to preoccupy him to doing little but plan his next few steps was tedious. Well, not precisely "doing little"; he had spent the first night resting from the skirmish he had been in, and the second one being severely annoyed when he saw the no smoking rule

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Matt was only aware of the world around him in the most vague sense of the world. It was counter-intuitive for him to be in that state, but he'd had too much sleep, there was a headache settling in at the base of his skull in the back because of it, and he was in a bit of a daze. No coffee, no nicotine, an empty stomach, going on three days without a shower when he usually did that every day...he was altogether more than a little messed up

[heretic_monk]

My, it seemed like someone was paying attention elsewhere. Ukoku rested his arms on the railing after taking a drag from his cigarette, and propped his chin up with the heel of his palm. The kid looked young, more or less the same age as the pet monkey Genjo Sanzo had taken in, and even in the weak light of the morning Ukoku could see he needed cleaning up. Not that he could complain, either; he probably could use a bath, himself, and the state of his robes couldn't help with the image. Still, one had to make do with an encounter such as this, unexpected meeting that it was.

"Better be careful with that," he said, tipping his head to look at the boy - Matt - better. "There's no telling when you could buy a fresh carton. And it's Ukoku."

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He was slightly dazed still, from too much sleep and recovering from what he remembered - getting over the trauma of vividly remembering your own death was a little bit distracting. It was too vivid. He could still taste the blood and gunpowder.

Shaking it off, he gave the older man a bit of a scowl for bringing attention to his fuck-up with the cigarette, and took a decent drag from it, doing his best to look dignified. Honestly, it didn't quite go over the way he wanted, but a bloke could pretend, couldn't he?

"Nice to meet you," he paused, thinking about the name. It sounded Asian, and Ukoku himself looked Asian, but he wasn't sure if he was Japanese or not. It took him a few long awkward moments to work out how to address him, and he opted to just stick with the English - he'd probably be expecting it from someone who looked like Matt anyway, "Ukoku."

At least he made a point of pronouncing it perfectly.

"Yeah, affording cigarettes and food...and new clothes. Might be a problem. At least we get to stay here for a month free."