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expiationlogs2023-02-22 10:06 pm
parasaito) wrote in expiationlogs2023-02-22 10:06 pm
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🎆 Closed
Who: Aerith, Saito
Where: Some tavern in Aldrip, nighttime
What: Aerith witnesses firsthand the true nature of Mizuki's (supposed) father figure.
Warnings: Super vague mention of animal death (hunting) and prospect of murder. Also, some AI spoilers. Will add as necessary.
[The hunt with Mizuki was a success in all senses of the word. Although it was not in the dosage Saito would've liked, he still got to experience the sweet ecstasy each moment he drew life out of their preys. The money the duo received for their efforts was more than he'd hoped for, too. And last, but not least, he even got back at that brat for what she did to him, under the guise of an accident.
In the end, the tenderness he still feels in his shoulder and wrist paid off. With a good night's sleep, his body should be able to get rid of most of it. But before that could happen, he had unfinished business to tend to. He waited until his newly acquired hunting tool crashed in her bed, to head out of the room and leave the inn without a single concern in the back of his mind.
His streak of good luck seems to have finally taken a turn for the worse, when, after he'd already paid up and received his altered parchment, the unscrupulous merchant discloses a crucial detail that was never once brought up during negotiations.
More than the slightly elevated inflection of Saito's voice or the muffled sound of a gloved fist hitting wood, what draws the attention of those nearby is the shattering of glass. An unfortunate coincidence that resulted from the latter, as one empty shot glass fell off the table and hit the floor.]
What do you mean, it's temporary? You never said anything about that.
[It's yet due to another stroke of bad luck that the man who just cozened him manages to escape certain death. With those many eyes on him, he can't just put a bullet through the bastard's brain and then flee the scene unnoticed. Instead, he sits back down, but not without pulling a slim object from his coat, and placing it on the table; leaning forward and using his opposite elbow as if to create a defensive posture to hide the object in his hand from any prying eyes.
Tension seems to die down as the conman puts his hands up in an apologetic gesture while fumbling for words. But even the dim lighting in the interior of the tavern can't completely hide from any watchful eyes near the duo, that the object in Saito's hand is, in fact, a gun. Even if he's doing a decent job at being low profile about it.
The origin of the argument itself is also laid out on the table, entirely visible to any curious (or brave) passerby who might pay their table a little visit. At the very top of the innocent piece of paper reads the name: Kaname Date.]
Where: Some tavern in Aldrip, nighttime
What: Aerith witnesses firsthand the true nature of Mizuki's (supposed) father figure.
Warnings: Super vague mention of animal death (hunting) and prospect of murder. Also, some AI spoilers. Will add as necessary.
[The hunt with Mizuki was a success in all senses of the word. Although it was not in the dosage Saito would've liked, he still got to experience the sweet ecstasy each moment he drew life out of their preys. The money the duo received for their efforts was more than he'd hoped for, too. And last, but not least, he even got back at that brat for what she did to him, under the guise of an accident.
In the end, the tenderness he still feels in his shoulder and wrist paid off. With a good night's sleep, his body should be able to get rid of most of it. But before that could happen, he had unfinished business to tend to. He waited until his newly acquired hunting tool crashed in her bed, to head out of the room and leave the inn without a single concern in the back of his mind.
His streak of good luck seems to have finally taken a turn for the worse, when, after he'd already paid up and received his altered parchment, the unscrupulous merchant discloses a crucial detail that was never once brought up during negotiations.
More than the slightly elevated inflection of Saito's voice or the muffled sound of a gloved fist hitting wood, what draws the attention of those nearby is the shattering of glass. An unfortunate coincidence that resulted from the latter, as one empty shot glass fell off the table and hit the floor.]
What do you mean, it's temporary? You never said anything about that.
[It's yet due to another stroke of bad luck that the man who just cozened him manages to escape certain death. With those many eyes on him, he can't just put a bullet through the bastard's brain and then flee the scene unnoticed. Instead, he sits back down, but not without pulling a slim object from his coat, and placing it on the table; leaning forward and using his opposite elbow as if to create a defensive posture to hide the object in his hand from any prying eyes.
Tension seems to die down as the conman puts his hands up in an apologetic gesture while fumbling for words. But even the dim lighting in the interior of the tavern can't completely hide from any watchful eyes near the duo, that the object in Saito's hand is, in fact, a gun. Even if he's doing a decent job at being low profile about it.
The origin of the argument itself is also laid out on the table, entirely visible to any curious (or brave) passerby who might pay their table a little visit. At the very top of the innocent piece of paper reads the name: Kaname Date.]
I'm never dropping unless you are uwu (also, sorry for the lateness!)
But maybe he can still get her to repay his loss somehow.]
Who said anything about scolding you? Just consider yourself lucky enough to get away without a bullet in that empty but hard head of yours.
[After the most measured whisper he can manage, he releases her arm, and sits back down on the same chair he was before she interfered.]
You don't have any idea what your bad habit of meddling ruined this time, do you?
NEVER
[In truth, Aerith's head is really anything but empty, but it's very, very important that she portray herself in a way that makes it seem precisely the way that he's interpreting her. It has saved her in more ways than one several times before. She suspects that there's probably more at play for this specific situation. If he's letting her go, he likely has his own reasons.
Who knows when she'll figure out what those are. Assuming she does at all.
When he frees her arm, she wastes no time in folding her hands together thoughtfully.]
I don't, actually. Was I supposed to ask before I started meddling? Kind of defeats the purpose of meddling. I just heard what sounded like it could be a problem and I wanted to distract away from that if I could.
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Well, just so you know, your meddling created a big problem for me.
[Leaning back into the chair and crossing his legs, he gestures at the chair across him.]
Ah, don't just stand there. Have a seat so we can settle our differences your way.
[If he can't vent his anger out his preferred way outside, at least there might be something she can do...]
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I got that impression given your reaction. That's not to say that I haven't upset people before. I definitely have.
[His invitation is not one that she's expecting and for a moment, that surprise shows in her expression. Aerith doesn't really think this is coming out of her charms working on him. In truth, she doesn't expect he's the kind of person to react to that. But after a beat of consideration, she decides to play along.
What more can possibly go wrong, after all.
So she sits across from him, leaned forward in her chair, perhaps a touch juvenile.]
So we're gonna... talk? Or have tea or something...?