[CLOSED] AUGUST CATCH ALL

[adversus]

Who ⬤ Marie and various others
What ⬤ Shenanigans with her new buddies. Mostly drinking, hanging out, making sure the population of Jigokucho is properly trolled...
When ⬤ August, before Tanabata event!
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ There's some trauma talking up in here, but I think that's about it.

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[adversus]

[Ah, well that was certainly a change in attitude. It prompts a smile to appear on her lips; a friendly one at that. Indeed noticing the not so subtle change in his demeanor, but she doesn't say anything to it. If only because she didn't need him being embarrassed.

So, she takes a step back, motioning him to follow behind her so that they could get their drink. Not quite questioning why he couldn't eat, but she'll save that conversation for later. Instead, just walking toward the much more brighter area of Jigokucho. Lights surrounding the two once they're in the general area where the bars were.]

I have a bit of stardust on me, so go crazy I guess.

[There's an open bar just adjacent to them, motioning him toward it. Marie not hesitating to move toward the bar, and ordering some food on a stick for her to enjoy while he drinks whatever the hell he wanted.]

[aphonik]

[ maybe he is a bit easy to read, but what can you do. he's never been good at hiding how he feels, and he doesn't feel intent to start. as long as she doesn't mention or breathe a word of it, he'll be fine.

maybe.

dosei hops after her, having to stride a bit more with his shorter legs, he's more than grateful to get out of the dark and dreariness in favor of actual life. why the hell he caved and went snooping around that place, he'll never know. things to never do again, ever.

saying 'go crazy' is a...terrible suggestion, and he quirks an eyebrow before turning without a second thought to slide up to the bar. normally, he wouldn't touch alcohol with a 10 foot pole, but he's been awakened to more sweet options. therefore, after a few minutes, he returns to drop by her side haphazardly, nearly spilling the glass of long island in his hands without a care in the world. lemon...good stuff.

he reaches up and tugs the mask off his face, casting her own choice a side-eye before slipping the straw between the tightly woven stitches criss-crossing his mouth as he proceeds to down 3/4's of the glass in one go. talent at it's finest. ]

[adversus]

[She has to wonder if he'll actually take up her offer to indulge in these drinks. A curious glance being shot toward him, as he orders his long island drink. That curious glance quickly turning into that of worry, because. Well. That's a lot of alcohol being mixed into one drink, and she blinks in surprise that he can take that much in one drink. So distracted that she doesn't realize her tequila sunrise has been placed right beside her.

She stares for juts a bit longer, and notices the stitches. Not saying anything to it, however, and averting her gaze to give him the privacy that he probably wanted while he drank his alcohol. Though, it certainly didn't stop her from noting what she saw. His words earlier about not being able to eat making much more sense now.]

You should pace yourself... Drinking something strong like that might creep up on you later.

[With that, she takes a sip of her own drink. Fingertip running across the rim of the glass, before turning her attention back to him.]

I guess it doesn't matter though. I'd make sure you get home safely, if you want to drink more.

[aphonik]

[ well, isn't that impressive. most people opt to gawk and stare, and while he doesn't mind it when he's purposefully trying to unnerve people, he prefers not being eyeballed like some kind of walking freak show. not that she seems the type, really...too nice for her own good.

or something like that, anyway.

strong, huh...his gaze falls back to the drink. he can't really tell the difference between drink strengths, since he only focuses on the flavor itself. he can't really identify the different alcohols by taste yet, so if it's supposed to be on the stronger side is beyond him.

...well, not like that matters. ]

i dont get drunk

[ which might sound a bit like he's bragging, which he might be, but a moment passes before he decides to be nice and clarify. ]

i dont have a liver or whatever

[adversus]

[She wasn't one to gawk, after all the shit she's seen to be honest. It does look a bit painful, but she won't question it. If only because he doesn't see to be in visible pain when he's drinking. Marie glancing toward his general direction again, but surprisingly, not at his lips. This time, more surprised at what he says.

Now, he certainly could be speaking literally, or he could be speaking as if he doesn't have a liver because he drinks too much. And for some weird reason? She's thinking that it's the former half. It would make more sense. For some odd reason.]

Eh, then drink till your heart's content. I'm sure having no liver is beneficial in that regard, but uh...

[Here comes the most obvious question in the universe. She takes a sip of her cocktail, before placing it back on the napkin it was resting on. A soft, but friendly smile appearing on her face as she can't help but chuckle a bit.]

I take it that you're not human, then.

[aphonik]

[ he absolutely will, thank you very much. not that he would have heeded any further warnings about his health, regardless of the intent. he never has before, and he certainly doesn't intend to start now...especially now that he's found alcoholic drinks he can actually tolerate.

dosei eyeballs her for a minute before turning back to his drink, downing the rest in one fail swoop. something about this scene feels...familiar. weirdly enough. familiar enough he finds himself scratching at his neck anxiously, wondering if he'll turn his gaze to the side and find himself inside a furnished bar instead of outside with festival lights twinkling on strings.

there's a woman, rather than a man. but even her words sound unnervingly similar.]

no
duh

[ he shifts his gaze, feelingly suddenly small. ugh. ]

never have been
never will be
or however the fuck they say it

[adversus]

[His small actions do not go unnoticed, and she does notice the anxious neck scratching. Always watching her surroundings like a hawk, but doesn't quite say anything. In fact, she has to wonder if this was a good idea and if she was making him anxious. It wouldn't be the first time that she did that to someone, after all, but she figures that he's been so... Forth coming with his words that he would have said something by now.

Maybe.]

Oh. That makes two of us, then.

[That was common ground, at least.

She takes another sip of her drink, before placing it on the table again. Waving down one of the bartenders, and ordering another drink for herself.]

So, what are you? People tend to call me a sorceress back home, personally.

[aphonik]

[ unfortunately, while he's the type to wear his anger and irritation on his sleeve, he'd rather die than admit something makes him uncomfortable. that's admitting a weakness, and weakness is something he'd rather pretend he doesn't have. it's just, familiarity. familiarity that makes him feel things he'd rather not say.

that makes him pause, gaze lingering on her for a few moments, as if trying to scrutinize the honesty in her words. she looks pretty human, huh...but then again, so does he. if it weren't for the cat-like cut of his eyes and the bits and pieces hidden away under cloth or waiting for the cut of a knife, it'd be hard for people tell with him, too.

after a few seconds, he places his own drink and taps for a refill himself, only mildly frowning at the question. or...as mild as you can get with his already terminal case of resting bitch face. ]

think i get asked this shit every week
i dunno

[ he shrugs, dismissively. ]

homunculus is the closest thing i can compare it 2