Private//Unhackableshinra_finestAugust 31 2009, 17:36:53 UTC
Gonna meet the kid?
Yeah, I gotta check the library, and then the church. Gotta find some candles too, you know? Might pass the Hospital before the day ends.
Sweater is still drying, meet me here and we go from there once the thing is ready? [Pause. Right, he hasn't told him-- And now grams is listening. Well.] Fourth street, second alley, I'll meet you there. [Not exacty where the place is, but close enough for him to go meet him and take him there without having to spell out the adress.]
Private//Unhackablesoldier_puppyAugust 31 2009, 21:37:40 UTC
Yeah, I'd like to. Though, seems like there's a bodyguard around. Or at least, a little overprotective. I know how that goes.
Did I ever tell you that it's weird seeing you in that sweater? Never struck me as the sweater-wearing type. [His nod is audible.] I can be there in twenty.
Me? Of course. You tend to get into trouble. [Pot, meet kettle.]
She is. And don't encourage her or it might make it worse.
Private//Unhackableshinra_finestAugust 31 2009, 21:50:14 UTC
See? Kid already has someone else watchin' over him, it's not really your business, let them deal with it.
[And wasn't that right. The thing made him look a lot fatter - And hence, healthier - Than what he really was, underneath. Though it did look weird on him.] Had to get rid of the upper part of the uniform and this was one of the only things available. It was either that or having to carry blankets around me everywhere. [Or the blouse. But he wasn't going to go there.
And again he notices the sound of the bits of his hair touching the PHS as he nods.] Got it.
My name is not Fair, you know? [My, what a pleasure to meet you, sir.]
-- Guess I can handle it, as long as it ain't Heidegger. [Or Hojo.]
Re: Private//Unhackablesoldier_puppyAugust 31 2009, 22:54:38 UTC
I know, I know, but you can't have too many people watching your back, right?
[It did look bulky, lumpy, weird. Turks wore jackets, not sweaters. His lips screwed a little, before he hmmm'ed.] I know there was a you here before; maybe some of his clothes were left over? You could check out his old house? See what he ditched?
HEY! I take offense to that, you know. [Oh, ignorance is bliss.]
Yeah, I think it's kinda the goal of the exercise. And from what I'm getting off you, I think you've got a lot more to talk about than you're letting on.
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We gotta talk.
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So I'll be watching out. Don't go overboard.
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Yeah, I gotta check the library, and then the church. Gotta find some candles too, you know? Might pass the Hospital before the day ends.
Sweater is still drying, meet me here and we go from there once the thing is ready? [Pause. Right, he hasn't told him-- And now grams is listening. Well.] Fourth street, second alley, I'll meet you there. [Not exacty where the place is, but close enough for him to go meet him and take him there without having to spell out the adress.]
[And a grin.]
Worried about me?
She's cool-- Yeah, keep that to yourself, grams.
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Did I ever tell you that it's weird seeing you in that sweater? Never struck me as the sweater-wearing type. [His nod is audible.] I can be there in twenty.
Me? Of course. You tend to get into trouble. [Pot, meet kettle.]
She is. And don't encourage her or it might make it worse.
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[And wasn't that right. The thing made him look a lot fatter - And hence, healthier - Than what he really was, underneath. Though it did look weird on him.] Had to get rid of the upper part of the uniform and this was one of the only things available. It was either that or having to carry blankets around me everywhere. [Or the blouse. But he wasn't going to go there.
And again he notices the sound of the bits of his hair touching the PHS as he nods.] Got it.
My name is not Fair, you know? [My, what a pleasure to meet you, sir.]
-- Guess I can handle it, as long as it ain't Heidegger. [Or Hojo.]
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[It did look bulky, lumpy, weird. Turks wore jackets, not sweaters. His lips screwed a little, before he hmmm'ed.] I know there was a you here before; maybe some of his clothes were left over? You could check out his old house? See what he ditched?
HEY! I take offense to that, you know. [Oh, ignorance is bliss.]
Ew. Ew! I can't unthink that!
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What do you want with Yoite-kun?
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