scythegun | week 7; tuesday

[Well, it'd be a lie to say that he hasn't been considering doing anything stupid, but at the very least the stupid he's been considering has been more along the lines of "going back to those guys in the gym and asking them very politely to punch him until his ribs break."

Thankfully, he has not done that. Yet. This week.

Anyway. He's in when Yeager stops by; he doesn't question why the guy is here, he's just sort of accepted that Yeager's going to be coming around once in a while to make sure that he's still in one piece, and that's...fine? He probably wouldn't tolerate it from anyone else, but in a way it's something he's used to - Grange used to make similar rounds, after all. Making sure things hadn't gotten out of hand for him in some way or another, making sure he hadn't overdosed on anything, making sure no one had gotten into his room unauthorized and done something to him or Myca. It's familiar, at least. Kind of nice.

...The knocking, on the other hand, is annoying as shit, but he'll open the door easily enough.]

One of these days I'm gonna tell you no, just to see what you do out there.

[Yeah, yeah, good evening to you too, come in if you're going to.]

I thought you'd already know the answer to that! I'd just keep knocking until you give in!

[Yep. Were you expecting anything else from him.

Anyway, once he's inside the room the chipper act drops off immediately. Yeager's definitely more worked up than usual and he's already playing with the sleeves of his jacket.]

I do appreciate that you didn't do that to me tonight, however! I have something I need to discuss with you.

[Oh, what's this now.]

That important, huh? Go ahead.

Ja, that important. I didn't bring it with me, but I received one of those items - a camera.

[He's still smiling, but it's certainly not pleasant.]

I want to make it clear to you right now that I won't kill anyone. In fact, I'm a little insulted that they'd decide to list me as a suspect.

[He can certainly understand why, and he can't quite stop himself from reaching up to touch his chest.]

[His response to that is quiet, just an understated "ah, fuck" under his breath; he'll just be pacing a bit while he considers that, though.]

You gonna be okay if whatever they're gonna say about you gets out there?

[For a long moment he's quiet before he abruptly shakes his head.]

Honestly? No. But I've been through worse and honestly, I doubt it will matter much to the people here.

[It would matter more to people who know about blastia and the people back home might have negative reactions, but it's not like he'll be in danger because of it.]

So I'll handle it as best I can.

You need anything, you tell me. You got that?

[And that's...immediate, really.]

I don't give a fuck if you think it's something you should be able to handle on your own, because the point is that you don't have to do that. If you want to argue that part of why you want me around is because I'm useful, then you're gonna let me do my fucking job.

Edited 2017-01-10 07:34 (UTC)

[Yeager glances away briefly, raising a hand to his chest to clutch at the blastia like he can pull the stupid thing out—

But he forces himself to stop and he tries to settle, eventually nodding at Top Dollar's words.]

Of course. I've already proven that I can't handle it on my own and I won't allow myself to make the same mistakes again. I trust you, after all. If I have any problems, I'll come to you.

[That gesture...doesn't look good, it's enough to get him to move forward without thinking, laying one of his hands lightly on Yeager's wrist - he's not going to try to pull his hand away or anything, it's more to serve as discouragement from...whatever that was.]

You remember what I said to you, I need you here.

[He...seems to realize what he's doing then, at least; he'll step back after a moment.]

You can trust me if you can't trust yourself, though, yeah. I know you can take care of yourself, I'm not saying you can't, but if you need to step back and let me handle shit with you then I'll do what I can for you.

Ja. I know. I... may need assistance like that from time to time.

[When they return to Terca Lumireis, because they will return there. He's not going to allow this to stop him, not when he's survived this long.]

I'm not used to relying on anyone else. No one knew about this.

[None of his guild members, not even Gauche and Droite.]

But I'll do my best. I do trust you, after all!

Good. Good to know.

[And that...seems to settle him a bit; not much, granted, but at least he'll get a bit more out of Yeager's space.]

We just need to get through this weekend, then - and trust me, this weekend's gonna suck.

[He isn't sure that he should be telling Yeager about this when he's already stressed out; at the same time, finding out on goddamn Friday morning...]

...You're not the only one that got one of those little gifts from the management. Sword, in my case - one of those corrosive ones.

But I'm not gonna kill anyone either, I can tell you that much now. The secret I got isn't worth killing over.

...You've got to be kidding me.

[He knows Top Dollar isn't.]

Both of us? I suppose I should have expected something like this.

[They're both shady and Evil, of course they'd both be suspects at once. Dammit.]

I didn't think you would kill over something like this. I suppose we'll just have to be very careful this week.

It's kind of a sign that whoever decides this has no goddamn idea what they're doing, if you ask me. It's not like I've got many secrets to begin with. Judging by your reactions to everything, I'm the bluntest guy in this hotel, and pretty much everything that can be used against me is already out there.

And for some fuckin' reason, they're also not using the one thing that could stand to fuck me over.

[You know, Kevin.]

They must have some reason for not going with that, though I have no idea what it could be. I don't believe the others are stupid enough to believe that you would act on a motive like this, so hopefully you'll be safe.

[Of course it's a little early to say that for certain...]

We'll just have to see how everything goes, I suppose.

Whatever they think they're doing doesn't matter. You're gonna look after yourself this week, don't let this shit get to you.

I should be all right, whatever happens.

...Thank you. I'm sure I'll be doing better by the end of the week.

[It's kind of nice to hear that, in a way.]

Yeah, I know you will.

[And he's back to pacing around a bit, but it seems more because he just doesn't like being still for very long than because he's actively trying to keep himself from being worked up.]

...Besides, you've still gotta introduce me to your girls after all this is over.

[He doesn't ever really talk about what's going to happen when the experiment ends; he'll usually offer some sort of vague, noncommittal thing whenever Yeager brings it up, but nothing more than that. But you know what, maybe he'll make an exception today.]

[That gets him to laugh a little. It's not really the reaction he was expecting, but it really is nice that Top Dollar's trying so hard.]

You'll like them, I'm sure. They're wonderful. I couldn't ask for better daughters or bodyguards!

[THERE IS A HEROIC AMOUNT OF TRYING HAPPENING HERE TODAY, SHUT THE FUCK UP]

You know, I still have no fuckin' clue what these girls are like, other than "wonderful." You wanna try giving me a few other adjectives, at least?

Perfect? Flawless? Amazing?

[oh my god]

They're both incredibly smart and they're very talented fighters! They're only sixteen and they can already hold their own against me when we're training! Oh, I never did show you the picture, did I?

[RIGHT THAT'S KIND OF IMPORTANT, he pulls a picture of Gauche and Droite from his pocket and hands it over.]

Gauche is the redhead - she's stoic and stiff, but her dedication is incredibly admirable! I couldn't imagine anyone else working as hard as she does. I like to think Droite takes after me; she's exactly as bright and charming as I am!

[you shouldn't have asked, will he ever stop]

[He'll take the photo and look it over; he wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't...any of this. Not in a bad way, mind, it's very much not in a bad way.]

Well, holy shit, Yeager, you've been holding out on me - they're fuckin' adorable.

[He'll pass the photo back after a moment.]

[He'll take it back and pocket it, since he certainly doesn't want to lose that.]

Aren't they? I truly am blessed to have them in my life! I'd hate to imagine where I'd be without them!

[Hella dead, actually.]

Yeah. Yeah, I know how that sort of thing goes - Myca's the best thing that ever happened to me. And I'm pretty sure Grange is the sole reason I'm not dead several times over by now.

Never had kids, or too much of a proper family or anything. But what I had was pretty good.

Looking forward to meeting yours, though. Like I said, they're cute as fuck.

[...WELL IT'S A GOOD THING YOU NEVER HAD KIDS MOVING ON]

I'm certain they'll like you! I do, after all! I'm sure you'll enjoy them as well, and there will be plenty for you to do in Terca Lumireis!

...I'm really looking forward to it.

[Not just returning home and seeing his daughters again (though he's definitely excited about that) but bringing Top Dollar home with him and getting to introduce this man to all the wonders Terca Lumireis has to offer.]

[...they were careful about that.

That said, though, Top Dollar doesn't exactly seem to know what to do with any of that, though he does seem pleased overall with it.]

...Yeah. Yeah, so am I.

[And if he's going to be entirely honest with himself, he is? It's a weird feeling.]

Thanks. For all of this.

You don't need to thank me. If anything, I should be thanking you! I'm feeling less... [fucked up?] worked up now.

[Talking about his daughters does that, who knew!!]

I told you that that kind of shit is what I'm here for, didn't I?

[Yeah, yeah, you're welcome.]

And you're very good at it! Where would I be without you?

[It's light, like he's joking. He's not really sure he wants to think about the answer though, actually.]

Who the fuck knows, and who cares - it's not like you're gonna find out anytime soon.

Ja, of course not! We'll make it through this, no matter what.

God, this is so fuckin' optimistic it's a little disgusting.

[...But it's not "boring," though, apparently.]

Better than being pessimistic, wouldn't you say? And anyway, it doesn't seem to be boring you too badly~

[YOU KNOW YOU FIND IT AMUSING TOO]

Ahh, fuck, I guess I deserve that one, don't I.

You do! I'm pleased I could deliver~

[And he bows at that because of fucking course he does.]

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