[ It's funny: that makes his lips curl up with amusement, and for a moment, he thinks he might even laugh. The hint of it is there in his throat; trying to hide it, he directs his gaze back to the dart board, lifts up his arm, lines up the shot a second time, and--drops his arm back down with a swift shake of his head.
Twisting to Nanami again, then: ] You know, I think that's the first thing that's made me feel good in this place. Not having cursed energy or whatever.
[ He doesn't fully comprehend what that means, of course, or that it's necessary for whatever sorcery Nanami is speaking of, but he's always felt that shadow of something unknown lingering over him: the sick twist to his stomach at the mention of Sephiroth, or his past, and the headaches that won't stop even in this new town. Being cursed would have certainly made sense. The mako, perhaps, sealing him away with the fate of all the dead people it had once contained.
But he doesn't have sufficient cursed energy. Great.
With an almost lopsided sort of smile, he goes back to face the board a final time. This time, the dart does connect, a sharp thwack of the board where it hits not quite as dead center as Nanami's, but still close. After all, he's relying on his drunken skills, here. ]
Glad to hear you won't be punished, though. I'd take responsibility for that and break you out - free of charge, even. [ Murmured, as he takes aim and throws the next dart. ]
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Twisting to Nanami again, then: ] You know, I think that's the first thing that's made me feel good in this place. Not having cursed energy or whatever.
[ He doesn't fully comprehend what that means, of course, or that it's necessary for whatever sorcery Nanami is speaking of, but he's always felt that shadow of something unknown lingering over him: the sick twist to his stomach at the mention of Sephiroth, or his past, and the headaches that won't stop even in this new town. Being cursed would have certainly made sense. The mako, perhaps, sealing him away with the fate of all the dead people it had once contained.
But he doesn't have sufficient cursed energy. Great.
With an almost lopsided sort of smile, he goes back to face the board a final time. This time, the dart does connect, a sharp thwack of the board where it hits not quite as dead center as Nanami's, but still close. After all, he's relying on his drunken skills, here. ]
Glad to hear you won't be punished, though. I'd take responsibility for that and break you out - free of charge, even. [ Murmured, as he takes aim and throws the next dart. ]