[accidental voice]
[Ka-rash, the communicator has fallen to the floor. The impact knocks it on (of course) just in time to catch a very angry Jackie - ]
- ell are you doing here.
[The voice that replies belongs to Seishirou, tone mild and polite despite Jackie's anger, and tinged with both confusion and curiosity -- and for those that can recognize it, amusement.]
Ah -- is something wrong?
The hell there is. And it's standin' right in front of me.
[The amusement increases just a touch, though Seishirou still remains perfectly polite.]
That's odd. I don't believe you and I have met before.
And we aren't gonna do it now! Get out of my building. Get out!
[And still, Seishirou remains calm!]
Ahh, I didn't realize living here was restricted. I wasn't informed when I was first invited.
[Jackie, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of calm. If you know him, imagine him waving his hands around in typical angry Italian style.]
Invited - ?! Who the hell - no. Forget it. Just get out. Take your shit and find a new apartment.
Subaru-kun did.
Can I at least know why you're asking me to leave?
Don't think you'd understand. But family's about trust. 'f what you got around you's a bunch of wolves in sheep's clothing -
[He turns away. Picks up the communicator, muffling the sounds.]
- I'm not the brightest bulb around, Seishirou. But don't count me out just cause a that. Sometimes it's not the bright ones you need to worry about.
[Seishirou's tone remains mostly polite, but it's gone slightly exasperated, even if there's still patience evidence.]
A different question, then. You seem convinced I come here in search of a fight. Why?
[There's a little less flailing now. In its place is coldness.]
Might've been the crucifixion. I'd know what sort of mindset a person's got when they do that.
Trust me.
[A pause, and then:] Are you certain you've got the right person? I've never crucified anyone, nor been crucified.
[But everyone's favorite mobster's had enough.]
Tomorrow. Be out. I'm sure the other apartments'll love you.
[Click.]
- ell are you doing here.
[The voice that replies belongs to Seishirou, tone mild and polite despite Jackie's anger, and tinged with both confusion and curiosity -- and for those that can recognize it, amusement.]
Ah -- is something wrong?
The hell there is. And it's standin' right in front of me.
[The amusement increases just a touch, though Seishirou still remains perfectly polite.]
That's odd. I don't believe you and I have met before.
And we aren't gonna do it now! Get out of my building. Get out!
[And still, Seishirou remains calm!]
Ahh, I didn't realize living here was restricted. I wasn't informed when I was first invited.
[Jackie, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of calm. If you know him, imagine him waving his hands around in typical angry Italian style.]
Invited - ?! Who the hell - no. Forget it. Just get out. Take your shit and find a new apartment.
Subaru-kun did.
Can I at least know why you're asking me to leave?
Don't think you'd understand. But family's about trust. 'f what you got around you's a bunch of wolves in sheep's clothing -
[He turns away. Picks up the communicator, muffling the sounds.]
- I'm not the brightest bulb around, Seishirou. But don't count me out just cause a that. Sometimes it's not the bright ones you need to worry about.
[Seishirou's tone remains mostly polite, but it's gone slightly exasperated, even if there's still patience evidence.]
A different question, then. You seem convinced I come here in search of a fight. Why?
[There's a little less flailing now. In its place is coldness.]
Might've been the crucifixion. I'd know what sort of mindset a person's got when they do that.
Trust me.
[A pause, and then:] Are you certain you've got the right person? I've never crucified anyone, nor been crucified.
[But everyone's favorite mobster's had enough.]
Tomorrow. Be out. I'm sure the other apartments'll love you.
[Click.]