[ a couple of slow blinks followed his admission. unlike him, it takes a while for the alcohol to seep into her system, and she narrows her eyes at him. ]
You had what.
[ ... ]
What exactly did you hear from someone?
[ she can't just let this go now??? wtf izou give her the deets ]
[ she blinks at him, bewildered, like the thought has never crossed her mind till now. she puts down the shotglass, narrowing her eyes as if to try and find her reflection in it. ]
I guess... everyone here's strong enough, yeah.
[ she's sure of izou's abilities. she did in fact see him in action, despite her perception of reality being wonky at the time. but... ]
( a heavy curtain fell upon their casual little chat, huh.
izou locks onto those small tells, the hesitant grip of the glass in her hand and how he can almost imagine a slight tremble to it. he spent countless nights in life learning how to drink a hefty amount while chatting and observing others by candlelight, waiting for the right moment to strike. )
I... had a lotta friends die on me, too.
( and he died on them, cursing them to his last breath.
a glance at the floor of his own, and then, with a grizzled conviction that might also be partly thanks to how chatty he gets with some drink in his system: )
And I dunno about the rest of 'em, but I'm not gonna die on you.
( not again. anything but that, and in a way, this is pretty much him confirming their friendship out-loud. )
[ now that's a declaration she didn't think she'd hear from him, and she were a lightweight, she would've thought she misheard him over the alcohol. it's hard to believe at first, but...
she manages a wan smile at that, her voice soft. ]
...I know.
[ she's seen him fight. of course he's not going to kick it anytime soon. and maybe ishmael just needs a wake-up call that yes, everyone else can carry their own weight here now. ]
The thought is appreciated, though. Thanks. [ she really needed to hear that. and she imagines that it's not easy to admit on izou's part either. he too is starting to come around. ] Do you... want me to pour you another one? Is that how it works around here?
[ she's slowly learning japanese customs, please bear with her. ]
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You had what.
[ ... ]
What exactly did you hear from someone?
[ she can't just let this go now??? wtf izou give her the deets ]
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he levels his gaze with her before it flits away. )
Just, that you were... that you act like you don't want it when you do.
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[ because they're still talking about march, right? right. ]
It's not that I don't want it, it's just...
[ ishmael sighs, pours herself another shot. ]
I don't want to invest too many feelings on someone who'll just disappear anyway. I'm tired of that.
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( he'll take it. dodge the reality of where that quote came from. for now.
what she says next, though... he doesn't expect, and it's only after downing this next glass in one go that he says: )
Disappear... you mean, die? What, you don't have confidence in the folks you befriended?
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I guess... everyone here's strong enough, yeah.
[ she's sure of izou's abilities. she did in fact see him in action, despite her perception of reality being wonky at the time. but... ]
I'm just not used to it, is all.
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izou locks onto those small tells, the hesitant grip of the glass in her hand and how he can almost imagine a slight tremble to it. he spent countless nights in life learning how to drink a hefty amount while chatting and observing others by candlelight, waiting for the right moment to strike. )
I... had a lotta friends die on me, too.
( and he died on them, cursing them to his last breath.
a glance at the floor of his own, and then, with a grizzled conviction that might also be partly thanks to how chatty he gets with some drink in his system: )
And I dunno about the rest of 'em, but I'm not gonna die on you.
( not again. anything but that, and in a way, this is pretty much him confirming their friendship out-loud. )
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she manages a wan smile at that, her voice soft. ]
...I know.
[ she's seen him fight. of course he's not going to kick it anytime soon. and maybe ishmael just needs a wake-up call that yes, everyone else can carry their own weight here now. ]
The thought is appreciated, though. Thanks. [ she really needed to hear that. and she imagines that it's not easy to admit on izou's part either. he too is starting to come around. ] Do you... want me to pour you another one? Is that how it works around here?
[ she's slowly learning japanese customs, please bear with her. ]