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[razzledazzles]

Posted: April 9th, 2016 05:16 PM
From: Jae-Ha

Would anyone like to share drinks with a beautiful man? Let's meet up.

[Typos aren't beautiful, but he's not very technology savvy so every reply will take a bit too long.]

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[razzledazzles]

I'm fast, powerful, and I've got great aim with throwing knives. My strength lies in my kicks!

[He drinks more of his sake, setting it down afterwards with a proud sigh.] Somehow, I can remember all of this just fine.

[sweetdeath]

Wow. Okay, I'll have to call! Haha, unless it's something too big and strong to kick.

[He lets the worry melt away from his face, and gives Jae-Ha a cheerful grin instead.]

Shinki seem to remember all the things they can do! Or at least how to do them. It's just the... the personal stuff.

[razzledazzles]

You won't have to worry about that. I have the confidence that I could kick through anything!

[So, it's fine!] I won't complain. It's convenient to not have to learn this over again.

[sweetdeath]

...Yeah. It'd just be too much, if shinki had to learn all of that all over again, too.

[He sighs, propping his chin on his hand.]

It still doesn't seem fair. There's no real difference between who gets picked as a god and who's a shinki.

[razzledazzles]

Eh? Really? Now that you bring it up, before you told me about yourself just now, I was thinking that all gods were alive where they came from...

[That was the case with the others he knew.]

[sweetdeath]

Uh uh, not all of us. And not all shinki -- I mean. You know I mentioned Hisoka before, right? He's my partner. When we first got here, he was a shinki, but he came back as a god. So there's really no difference.

[He lets his hand fall to the bar, and glances down at his drink, smile dropping off his face.]

[razzledazzles]

That's right...

[Could his memories have been saved if he were a god, instead? But the more he thinks on it, the more it feels like he couldn't have been. This strange leg of his and this feeling in his chest— everything was telling him that he was destined to follow someone else.

As much as he hates that feeling... Yona is someone that needs to be protected, right?]

Someone always loses out. That's life, isn't it?

[sweetdeath]

Maybe. Just because life isn't fair doesn't mean we have to be okay with it, though.

[Tsuzuki frowns, drawing abstract swirls in the condensation on the side of his glass with a fingertip. Life's not fair. It's just arbitrary. It's just... why would he be picked for godhood? It doesn't make sense.

It's probably a mistake. Who knows, maybe he's going to come back as a shinki one of these days. He sighs.]

[razzledazzles]

Ahh, I knew we were similar spirits!

[In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere and share his own feelings, he wraps an arm loosely around Tsuzuki and holds his sake glass closer with a smile.]

You don't! You certainly don't! Fight against fate with all you have, and live by your morals and dreams! Isn't that freedom? I won't let some lost memories hold me back, so you shouldn't let them get you down, either.

[sweetdeath]

[Tsuzuki blinks, startled, as Jae-Ha throws an arm around his shoulders, but he leans willingly into the half-hug.]

Yeah, I guess so!

[razzledazzles]

Everyone handles it differently, but gods have their own weights to carry.

[He can't imagine being responsible for shinki, or being connected to their feelings as they are, or so on.]

[sweetdeath]

And we'll do our best to take care of you guys, too.

[Tsuzuki gives him a tipsily sweet smile, and reaches for his own drink again.]

[razzledazzles]

[Jae-Ha laughs at that, giving Tsuzuki a bit of his space back as he sips at his own drink.]

Hearing words like that would warm anyone's heart, I'm sure of it.

[sweetdeath]

Mm, maybe.

... Anyway, I should get home before it gets too late. Hey -- thanks for coming. It was fun.

[Tsuzuki drains the last mouthful of his sake and scoots back his chair, shooting Jae-Ha a more cheerful smile.]

We should do this again sometime!

[razzledazzles]

Certainly.

[He raises his own glass in farewell (he'd like to finish his last bit first), and waves with a free hand.] Let's keep in touch.