[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]

[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