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[itaidakimasu]

Characters: Yako and Kasai
Location: Death City's jail
Rating: PG to PG-13
Time: January 3rd, evening
Description: Yako pays a visit to her favorite arsonist.

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Kasai, for his part, had spent much of the day staring at the ceiling and thinking, or trying to sleep - without much success on either front. So he was a little surprised to get yet another visitor later on in the evening, but this one he'd actually expected. The box she was holding, a little less so, but ever since they'd locked the door he'd been waiting for Yako to show up and scold him for being himself.

Hatless, Kasai clambered up off the spot where he'd been laying and fixed Yako with a questioning look.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," he said. "Are you gonna tell me how disappointed you are in me, or is this Shibusen's way of breaking the news to me that I'm stuck here for life?" His tone was faintly amused, but he wasn't smiling quite yet.

[itaidakimasu]

Instead of dutifully ignoring the mischievous impulse that welled up within her, as she usually did, Yako instead chose to follow it. She jumped slightly t his opening jab and looked down, grimacing. Gnawing her lip, she looked up again briefly before dropping her gee and fiddling with her cargo. "Kasai-san..." she began, before stopping. She opened her mouth a few more times, as if searching for words that wouldn't come, and then let her shoulders slump for an even greater effect. "It...you should be careful what you say." She told him, her voice slightly strangled

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Unfortunately for Yako (or maybe fortunately?), Kasai didn't fall for the bait. He fixed her with a long look before laughing at her, the laugh fading to an unpleasant-sounding cough at the end. He'd been here twice now. He'd heard of people getting cut up and people getting killed, but dissected for arson? Really.

"Lungs I'll give you, but my liver's fine. I'm not an alcoholic." Though it was probably struggling a little bit at this point. He leaned against the wall and half-grinned at Yako, looking amused but with an edge of danger there mostly due to the nicotine deprivation. "Nice joke, but I've seen what they do to criminals here. So long as I don't actively go out and kill anybody, they worst they'll do is lock me up and tell me not to do it again when I get out." An understatement, but when was he ever one for lauding authority? "So really - are you here to scold? Or are you trying to get a favor?"

Kasai eyed the box she was holding again. What the hell did she bring?

[itaidakimasu]

Yako shrugged, finally laughing a little. She felt a small pang of concern at that cough, but she had seen the man buy cigarettes. It would be more shocking if he had a voice as sweet as honey. "You're still old though," she pointed out. "And the liver goes relatively early if your not in the pink of health." She hadn't expected her ruse to last long, but at least he had appreciated it somewhat.

"Consider the lack of a lecture on ethics and morals and self-restraint as part of the 'thank-you' for dragging my deadweight to the clinic. And this," she hefted up the bento pointedly. "Is another. I wasn't sure if all those things I've heard about prison food translate to jails in alternate versions of America, but I figured, why not? I wasn't sure what you would like, either, so I put in a little of everything. You don't have to eat everything, obviously."

It would be interesting to see how he reacted to an innocent gesture of goodwill, if nothing else.