( 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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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. ]