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[unheiring]

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[unheiring]

After all the hell I gave you? [He clicks his tongue.]

Maybe you are a good man.

[Luca downs the shot and immediately resists the urge to gag.]

With terrible taste.

[sesa]

Terrible? I seem to recall you were the one who made that for me. And happen to be stocking everything I've imbibed in here, no?

[unheiring]

Please. I do not have a choice.

[He motions vaguely to wherever the Spirit has gotten off to.]

I make a few requests here and there, but He is the one that does the most of it.

[sesa]

Is that so?

[Sesa smirks, clearly having a hard time sitting up straight now so he's just kinda flopped in his seat, don't mind him.]

Doesn't that save you from having to do a lot of extra work yourself?

[unheiring]

For better or for worse. [He reaches for a bottle, painfully full, then sets it back down.]

The busy work keeps my mind off of things.

[sesa]

Things...I suppose all of us have had our share of troubles in this place.

[Luca included.]

[unheiring]

Turns out none of us are all that special. Look at the similarities in our own backgrounds, for example.

[They're both fucking arguably toxic people after trying to use them for their self-gain.

Well. Luca isn't anymore. But he would if he could!]

[sesa]

[Haha oh Luca you sweet summer child-]

Well...I wouldn't say our similarities make it so that we are not special. Just that we can relate. Which isn't such a bad thing.

Though, I wouldn't wish my particular romantic troubles on anyone...I apologize.

[unheiring]

I would accept that apology, were it not too late.

[He tries his best to hide a smile, one of those wide ones that makes his face look more boyish than anything. Embarrassing.]

I, at least, have the advantage of being worlds away from my paramour. I'm afraid you, however, are stuck.

[sesa]

Thank you for reminding me...

[Sesa sighs heavily. He should probably be drinking water, he's getting a headache...]

I fear I am too far gone at this point anyway. I am...helplessly enamored with him. I cannot help myself.

[unheiring]

[Since they've established... something of a friendship between them, despite it all, Luca doesn't hesitate to act up. His face twists in a mock gag.]

Is this what I have to look forward to? Your endless drivel about some man you can't decide to like?

[sesa]

[Bro wdym something of a friendship, Sesa is Your Friend Now. You are friends where you like it or not Luca, you've BEEN friends since ya'll got all snuggly on the couch.]

It isn't as if I have anyone else to talk to!

[FLOPS down dramatically once again]

Gnosis wouldn't understand, he's a happily married man...and I wouldn't dare bother Mizuki about it, he has enough on his plate. [HE'S A THERAPIST] Mr. Silverash...he makes me nervous enough as it is in this regard.

[unheiring]

[Ew, gross. Not the F word...]

And so you have chosen me, a near stranger.

[For some reason, that makes him laugh. Not even in a cruel manner, just... grimly amused at his circumstances.]

Why not?

[sesa]

Strangers, are we? And here I thought we'd met at least once. Or did you choose to forget all about that?

[unheiring]

Ah -

[Luca briefly contemplates responding. Instead, his lips gnash together and he quickly turns from Sesa, though not before revealing the faint, coppery flush against his cheeks. He pretends to busy himself with a set of bottles for a time.

If he's lucky, Sesa will go away. And when that inevitably fails...]

You would be better off forgetting all about that.

[sesa]

We do not have to speak about it if you would rather not. Just know that it didn't make me think of you any differently. We were all affected strangely that week.

...and I still meant everything I told you, anyway.

[unheiring]

... That we are all family, yes?

[sesa]

Yes. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to say, but...it is better than us all being enemies, no?

[unheiring]

It is a nice sentiment.

I only hope the others have a similar view point.

[sesa]

Perhaps some do...perhaps they do not.

[He shrugs one shoulder, tracing his claw along the rim of a now-empty glass.]

I just feel that we would all be better off as a collective. There are so few of us as it is, and it is us against this world. Never mind the fact that we all share the common trait of having lived a past live on these very grounds.

[unheiring]

I am glad you feel you can trust so willingly. Unfortunately, I cannot share the sentiment. Past lives are one thing — we all grew up very different in our separate worlds.

[sesa]

I understand. We aren't at all like we were in the past. Not that we can even remember it anyway.

[But it's worth remembering. Perhaps he is biased, given how much of his own past he's both seen and experienced at this point.]

[unheiring]

It might be nice to know.

[It also might be terrible. He tries not to think about it either way.]

But that's besides the point. I'm going to need to put up a sign that says "no heavy conversation" beyond these walls. [He's joking. Probably.] How's your head?

[sesa]

It is throbbing. [Thank you for asking.] Typically I can handle more than a few drinks but...I think I've had enough for one evening.

[unheiring]

[At that, Luca rolls his eyes.]

Stay there.

[He turns away, grabbing a spare glass. It's filled with some water and pushed over.]

Drink.