[ Giovanni emerges from around a corner with a cup of coffee in one hand, the other stuffed into a pocket. he's purposely light-footed, coming up from behind Heine until he's right there, leaning over the table. ]
Heine Rammsteiner. It's been a long time.
[ pulling out the chair beside him, he gives a belated- ]
but yeah, heine doesn't notice him coming up behind him until giovanni casts a shadow right over him and onto the table, and with a screech of chair he's turning around, half-getting up and slamming the hand down onto the table so hard that it rattles the cup and spoon, drawing people's eyes to them. ]
[ ignoring his refusal, Giovanni takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other casually. he was already making a big scene? ah, well, it didn't worry him or anything but it must have been a disturbance to anyone else who may have been around. ]
It must be nice to have some different dreams, hm? Though I'm sure you've dreamt of her anyhow.
[ he shouldn't have expected there to not be a scene. heine remains standing as giovanni takes a seat anyway, eyes narrowed; his first instinct is to go for the guns at his waist - but then he remembers that, oh yeah, it doesn't do shit here. fuck. ]
[ there's another word for the shit you do and it's S T A L K E R ]
It's not any of your business.
[ but the answer shows, in the narrowing of eyes and the curl of hand into a fist on the table. he's answering the questions as calmly as he can, as detached, but he's going to break and spill soon. ]
[ no way, how offensive!! it's not like he planned to be where Heine was, it just worked out that way. anyway, he can tell what his answer really is and it's what he expected, frankly. anything else would have been nothing less than surprising. ]
As I thought. It doesn't matter who it is, huh? You're a wild dog, Heine-- pledging allegiance, worshipping... it's not your style. Too bad you can't give me any advice.
[ honestly, he doesn't believe such a thing-- loyalty was subjective, of course, and twelve unknowns aren't (yet) a convincing group to pledge himself to. this was a situation neither of them would easily adapt to. ]
In that case, perhaps you're the one in need of advice. The first piece I would offer is an old standard-- don't run away.
[ with another sip, he grimaces (not very good) and sets the coffee aside, standing up to fully face Heine. outstretching a hand to his face, Giovanni brushes fingers over the tattoo by Heine's eye. ]
Hmm. I suppose it doesn't look too bad.
[ he's remembering how someone else told him his own complemented him. Heine wasn't aware (as far as Giovanni knew, at least) that their tattoos mirrored each others' but it shouldn't come as a surprise exactly. ]
[ the touch of his fingers against his face is dry and warm, but for what heine was feeling it might as well have been fish slime or slugs, the way it sent a surge of disgust up his throat. he bares his teeth and narrows his eyes, almost visibly bristling, every cell and inch of him screaming out against the contact. ]
We share the same model, do we not? To your disdain or not, a 'we' exists, a commonality binding our existences together until death. This is only another.
[ fingers to the frame of his glasses, Giovanni tilts them downwards briefly to show Heine his tattoo before replacing them quickly thereafter. in fact, it was so quick he might not have even caught sight of it but the chance was there, purposely given to him. ]
I'm sure you remember what I told you. It's in your blood, your very existence. You can't fight it.
give him a few minutes because he recognizes the sound a certain someone's voice nearby. it wouldn't be much use, but... ]
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Heine Rammsteiner. It's been a long time.
[ pulling out the chair beside him, he gives a belated- ]
May I join you?
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but yeah, heine doesn't notice him coming up behind him until giovanni casts a shadow right over him and onto the table, and with a screech of chair he's turning around, half-getting up and slamming the hand down onto the table so hard that it rattles the cup and spoon, drawing people's eyes to them. ]
No way in hell.
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It must be nice to have some different dreams, hm? Though I'm sure you've dreamt of her anyhow.
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What do you want?
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Just happened to be in the area. [ overheard your voice, saw you sitting here and went to get a coffee to join you, big bro, that's all ]
And since I'm here- what about these Twelve? Have you pledged your allegiance to them yet?
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It's not any of your business.
[ but the answer shows, in the narrowing of eyes and the curl of hand into a fist on the table. he's answering the questions as calmly as he can, as detached, but he's going to break and spill soon. ]
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As I thought. It doesn't matter who it is, huh? You're a wild dog, Heine-- pledging allegiance, worshipping... it's not your style. Too bad you can't give me any advice.
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Won't surprise me if you thrive in a place as shitty as this. It suits you.
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[ honestly, he doesn't believe such a thing-- loyalty was subjective, of course, and twelve unknowns aren't (yet) a convincing group to pledge himself to. this was a situation neither of them would easily adapt to. ]
In that case, perhaps you're the one in need of advice. The first piece I would offer is an old standard-- don't run away.
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[ with another sip, he grimaces (not very good) and sets the coffee aside, standing up to fully face Heine. outstretching a hand to his face, Giovanni brushes fingers over the tattoo by Heine's eye. ]
Hmm. I suppose it doesn't look too bad.
[ he's remembering how someone else told him his own complemented him. Heine wasn't aware (as far as Giovanni knew, at least) that their tattoos mirrored each others' but it shouldn't come as a surprise exactly. ]
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Who cares about how it looks?
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I said the same thing but if you have to wear it, it's better that it looks good, right? As if we needed another mark of ownership to bind us.
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It doesn't matter to me.
[ wrinkling of nose in disgust, heine takes a step back, raising a hand halfway to his face. ]
Don't talk about 'we'.
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[ fingers to the frame of his glasses, Giovanni tilts them downwards briefly to show Heine his tattoo before replacing them quickly thereafter. in fact, it was so quick he might not have even caught sight of it but the chance was there, purposely given to him. ]
I'm sure you remember what I told you. It's in your blood, your very existence. You can't fight it.
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