Fuda #34

[idealism]

[This time around, all Tsuzuki recorded was his slurred voice.]

What do you mix -- get if you mix vodka, liquor and raspberry juice?

[A long pause. There''s a clink of the glass. Consider how full of suck the world has been lately, it's a great day for drinking.]

Tatsumi's gone. His things were gone when I checked. There's not a lot of people left now.

So it's time to drink to them.

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[idealism]

[Unfortunately he remembers a lot of that afternoon. Tsuzuki rests his cheek on his hand, elbow propped up on the table.]

He wouldn't do dat.

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[cynicism]

Of course he would, if it meant filing for a rescue mission.

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[idealism]

[He shakes his head.]

Not without tellin' us first. You wouln't either, right?

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[cynicism]

Of course not. I told you I'm here as long as you are.

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[idealism]

[Even though they've fought and things are awkward between them, Tsuzuki smiles sappily when he hears that. He tries to cover it up, but the alcohol in his system makes it take a while.]

Right.

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[cynicism]

[...Yeah except coverups don't work anyway when your partner is psychic, but whatever.]

So. ...We need to endure. That's all there is to it.

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[idealism]

[It gives him an idea that he's actually in control of his life, even if it's a lie. The thought of enduring Luceti isn't actually something he's looking forward to now.]

Then'll need another drink.

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[cynicism]

I think you've had enough.

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[idealism]

C'mon. One moe.

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[cynicism]

You can have one more tomorrow.

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[idealism]

Why? Why can't I have one now?

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[cynicism]

Because you've already had too many.

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Drinking makes me feel okay. Y'want me to feel 'kay, right?

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[cynicism]

Tsuzuki. You're done.

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[idealism]

So mean.

[Tsuzuki being Tsuzuki, he doesn't fight Hisoka on this, even though a part of him doesn't want to give up. He doesn't want to go home and think about what they've gone through the last few weeks.]

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[Yeah, he knows.]

Can you walk without help?

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Of cours'!

[He jumps off the the bar stool and nearly loses his balance. Maybe he's had more drinks than he thought: he pretty much lost count after the ninth.]

I did dat on purples.

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[cynicism]

No, you didn't.

[SIGH. He'll be hauling Tsuzuki up by the shoulder and trying to escort him out now.]

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[idealism]

Ow ow careful!

[His wings flap ineffectually as he's dragged. Man, he should have hurried and had some drinks before Hisoka got there. But despite feeling down and hurt and drunk, he follows. The last thing he needs right now is an argument.]

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[cynicism]

If you wanted Gentle, you should have thought of it before you got too drunk to function.

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[idealism]

Thass it.

[He clings to the doorway.]

Lemme go, I'll sleep here tonight.

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[cynicism]

...

You're kidding.

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[idealism]

Then I don have to walk and fall over.

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[cynicism]

[...Tug.]

Come on. Behave yourself. People can see.

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[idealism]

Thass ok. They're probly drunk too.

[He reluctantly follows as he's tugged, only losing his balance a couple of times. The last time leads him straight into bumping against Hisoka's hip.]

Sarry.