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.

Comments

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[idealism]

You can have the convesasion.

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[cynicism]

I just want to drag you into bed. We can talk in the morning.

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[Tsuzuki sighs dramatically, looking unintentionally a little silly.]

But'm not tired.

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And yet you're drunk enough to pass out once you lay down.

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[idealism]

[He fumbles with the doorknob to their house.]

Nah. I can handle waaay more dricks.

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[cynicism]

That's nice.

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[idealism]

[He managed to open the door! Aren't you proud of him? He certainly feels accomplished, at least.]

You din have to come get me. But thankyou.

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[cynicism]

...Just get to your room.

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[idealism]

[He doesn't object. Instead he bends down to take off his shoes. Just because he's drunk doesn't mean he can walk inside with his outside shoes. It almost makes him topple, though.]

Why're you up so late?

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Bringing you home.

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You shoud be in bed.

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After you

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[He touches Hisoka's wings softly. There's something he's dying to say, but he doesn't know how to get the words together. The alcohol certainly doesn't help. Nodding, he turns and slowly makes his way to his room.]

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[cynicism]

[He lets the touch happen, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

When Tsuzuki's properly back into his room, Hisoka returns to the kitchen to grab some water. He'd hate to wake up with a contact hangover.]

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[It's not that he meant to make him woozy - Tsuzuki just forgot that drunkedness could be contagious that way. He wishes his brain would work properly, since not being able to find the right words bothers him. And it's not like he can wait until he's sober again - then his nerves get in the way.

He hums quietly to himself as he sits down on his bed, working on his tie. Falling asleep with one one is just an invitation to be choked.]

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[And he's welcome to do that. Hisoka isn't planning to interrupt that anytime soon.]

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[He hangs the tie on the headboard. Being this drunk makes him feel kind of pleasantly hollow. It makes him not really pay attention to the fact that Hisoka's not coming. Well, he cares a little, but he tries to ignore it. Tucking his wings close to his body, he crawls under the covers.]

G'night!

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[cynicism]

Night.

[His reply is soft, possibly too soft to be heard.]

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[This time, it's too soft for Tsuzuki to hear. He glances out of the window while he tries to calm down. He doesn't like the bedroom he usually sleeps in. It's not as cozy as the one in 49, and the only view is woods. It makes him feel isolated.

After a while, he falls asleep, just like Hisoka predicted.]