[Closed] Pray to your god, open your heart...

[notabomber]

Characters: Katsura (notabomber) and Takasugi (visceralreality)
Content: Takasugi's just joined the Amestris as a diplomat, and Katsura has promised his old comrade some of his free time. Takasugi's taken it upon himself to decide just when that will be.
Setting: Katsura's Quarters
Time: During Lunasa
Warnings: Takasugi's ceeper-ness.

Comments

...I see what you did thar, Andy.

[alastinglight]

Finding out where Katsura's quarters were and gaining access to them had not taken much effort at all, on Takasugi's part. The bandaged man had always been very good at getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.

As such, the first sound that likely greeted Katsura the moment he stepped in was the rap of a pipe against the edge of a ashbox made of cedar. Takasugi himself brought said pipe back to his lips, pulling the smoke from it with a smile that he flashed in Katsura's direction.

"Yo, Zura."

He had decided that it would be in his best interests to comandeer Katsura's bed, and make tea for two.

>.>

[notabomber]

Katsura stopped short at the noise, hand going to his sword without any conscious thought. Once he saw who it was, however, he relaxed slightly, though he still remained wary.

"When I said I would make time to see you, I assumed you would wait for me to contact you." A foolish presumption, perhaps, given what he remembered of the other man's impulsive behavior. "I see you've made yourself at home." He freed the sword from his waist, standing it against the wall, and slid off his jacket, hanging it on a hook near the door. "Is there something I can do for you?"

/approves, of course XD

[alastinglight]

"You can entertain me. There's nothing to do at the moment, and I am beginning to find my own room constricting."

Not that Katsura's was much of an improvement, beyond having Katsura in it. Really: Takasugi abhorred airships.

"If I had waited for you, I might have been kept waiting for far too long. You get absorbed in your work so completely."

I thought you might.

[notabomber]

"And here I would have thought diplomatic quarters would be nicer than set aside for the crew," he replied, pulling the chair from his desk and sitting down.

"Perhaps. They keep me busy." Of course, most of it was pointless work that held very little value, in the grand scheme of things, but what else could be expected? The ship itself might be neutral, but his orders still came from the Ivonian bureaucratic machine.

[alastinglight]

"Are they all really innocent, though?"

Takasugi was one to believe that everyone was to blame for any fault or failure that the world possessed. People always cut corners, always had selfish reasons for each decision, each act, each word.

[notabomber]

"Most of them. The ones that matter." The rich were not, of course. People like his own parents had their share of sins. But those who were merely scraping by, trying to make ends meet and find a little happiness in the process, well. Those were the people he was fighting for. Not the people who used their wealth and status to arrange the world to their own benefit.

[alastinglight]

"And how do you define 'innocence'?"

Nothing had changed in Takasugi's tone, but there was a different edge to his smile now.

[notabomber]

"In regards to the workings of civilized society? Those who work for what they have, who do not seek to use others for their own gain, who do not accumulate wealth and material possessions as a means to display their status in society. The ones who look only to earn what they need... those are the true innocents."

Was there something hypocritical in that assessment? After all, money and status were the very things which had funded his education and helped him along his path. He had never asked for that aid, however, and he spurned it now. He couldn't change the circumstances of his birth, but he could change the society that allowed it.