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[HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT “RICE” IS, EITHER, OTEGINE.]

balls in your mouth… do you suck on them or chew them?

[sighs……………]

i like sweet things. things sweet enough to rot your teeth and turn your insides black with all the sugar festering inside you. i’m sure you can find something like that.

i’m sure there’s also plenty of people who would be willing to keep you company right now, but i’m so touched you thought of me first. i didn’t realize i had made such an… impact.

why would you suck ona dumpling

you can get sweet dango but I don t think theyre that sweet

still kind of wan hm thoug

wan hem

damnsn

[A jostle, as audio is turned on.]

Hate this thing. Can you even hear me, uh--

[The actual slur is his words is very, very mild, but it does sound like he's at least moderately buzzed.]

It's not like I'm popular. Told you. 'M not good at much of anything. [There's the clank of ceramic against wood, a glass being filled.] If you'd rather not, jus' say so.

Just thought it'd be kind've nice to talk.

[Oh, this sweet summer child. Before he can double down on the innuendo, though, as Otegine switches to audio.]

I can hear you just fine.

[He doesn’t sound as drunk as he would have expected - seems texting is one of those things he’s not good at.]

Just talk? Nothing more than that?

[With him? Why? What does he have to offer to someone like Otegine? Or anyone, for that matter.

It’s not like he’ll like anything Owen has to say, but… that’s all the more reason to accept.]

Well, I can spare some time for that, as long as you’re treating.

Mn. Nothing fancy.

[His budget is lmao..... but it's fine that's not on his mind right now.]

Wanted to make it up t' you for the other week, anyway, but... hahah. I don't really know how.

[You can just Steal, tho. Or dine and dash.]

I have very particular tastes, just so you know.

[He's a huge liar.

Also, make it up to him? For the other week? For... doing what Owen asked him to do?]

The other week... I'm assuming you don't mean your prying into my past when you say that.

[All the comments about him dying all the time, which are still very weird.]

[cue him nearly spitting out whatever was in his mouth]

E-eh? Wait, I did? When???

I meant the... the thing with the mouth!!

[Heh.]

You were very concerned about my suffering, if I recall correctly… And it’s not like you need to apologize for “the thing with the mouth”, anyways.

[Hehehe.]

But, where are you, exactly? I can come meet you.

[Is he trying to avoid Otegine figuring out where he lives? Maybe a little bit, though he’s not sure why. He just has to keep his space private and unknown.]

[Oh. Oh, THAT talk.]

'T just worried me, alright?? I didn't mean... [Damn it. He cuts off with an exhale, audibly frustrated, though it's hard to pinpoint who it's directed at.

(It's himself, surprising no one.)

He takes a few seconds to chew on it, grumpy as he is, but the audio will jostle again, Otegine's audio a little more muffled as he talks to someone away from the phone. ]

I'll be right back. -- No, no, just the front. Jus' checking something. [A moment passes, before the brunette lets out a long-suffering sigh.] Uhhh. Right. Hold on, sorry, had to, uh... had t' double check.

[He'll clumsily share the address, which puts it right near a firm Tamomo area of business, though still technically owned by the Alliance. He wasn't in the mood for karaoke in the slightest right this second, anyway.]

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Didn’t mean what? To care so much?

[He is in some sort of mood tonight, apparently. Maybe he just wants to push Otegine away, or something.

Still. He’s somewhat familiar with the address - it’s not a place he’s gone, but he’s managed to learn the streets in Tamamo territory.]

My, you’re closer than I expected you to be.

[There’s rustling from Owen’s end, as he picks things up in his apartment and slips on his shoes.]

No... t' insult you... or to pry or whatever. I didn't know it was making you feel bad like that.

[He starts an apology, but thinks better of it and messily swallows the sound with a bite of his lip. No, Owen's asked him several times now to stop.]

Thanks. For saying somethin'.

[He slowly slides his way back to the booth he'd been occupying, dropping back to his seat with a sigh.]

Told you I was somewhere near Tamomo. Wouldn't've asked if it meant you had to walk forever.

[He’s way too courteous for his own good…]

…

[There’s the sound of a door opening and then closing.]

You’re learning, aren’t you?

[Holding back from saying sorry…]

What are you doing all the way out here to begin with? Were you thinking of me?

[Let’s get back to him being annoyed, pls. It’s easier to handle.]

...I am? [learning what, though... mathladymeme.jpg

Thank god the subject changes so he doesn't have to figure that out, PHEW.

Congrats, he is right back to grumpy, though this time it is VERY clearly not at Owen or himself.]

'Cause I spent all day drinking liquor outta plastic that tasted like some old piece of twine, and I didn't wanna go somewhere loud and full of singing to get the taste out 'v my mouth.

[grump grump grump... At least the work wasn't necessarily hard, but why was he being asked to do something like that instead of fighting??]

Don't get why we had to do it, anyway.

[Why is it always himbos…………… Why is he cursed with them……………………………]

Is that the useless sort of stuff you do with the Alliance? What an incredible waste of time.

[That sounds worse than the pillow fights in Tamamo.]

Anyways, I’ll be there soon. Don’t run off or you’ll really hurt my feelings.

Oi... 'ts still my boss, alright? [New boss, new rules, new things to agonize over, etc etc.... but he wasn't about to trash talk his own faction this soon into joining.] What do they have you guys doin' in Tamomo that's any better...

[This city is weird.]

...Mn. I'm not leavin'. It's okay.

[He'll leave voice on in case, but the little dive bar he's tucked himself into is a quieter place. There's still far too much advertisement plastered onto everything, as is the Sutoku way, and the connecting pachinko parlor is loud as hell, but Otegine seems to have tucked himself back in the far end of the bar with a glass and a small jar of sake, chin held up against one hand as he stares a new groove into the wood of the table.

jiiiiii

It's fine he's just a little grumpy.]

We hit each other with pillows and watched a… “movie”.

[So now he kind of knows what a movie is, so there’s that.

Owen tries to keep his approach quiet, but it’s not as easy to conceal his presence without his magic so Otegine might notice him coming. Or he might not realize until there are fingers brushing up the back of his neck, through his hair, before tweaking the tip of his ear.]

You look well.

[Otegine's lowest stats are stealth and reconnaissance, so congratulations Owen! You have successfully made Otegine jump hard enough in his seat that he bangs his knees on the bottom of the table.

Ow.

He chokes on a swear, hand immediately slapping up to cover his ear. His face is slightly flushed when he swings back to throw a disbelieving look at Owen, but it's hard to tell if it's from the alcohol or the shame.]

Ghhh-- Seriously???

[At least he doesn’t laugh at the way Otegine jumps, but it’s a near thing and it’s obvious on his face.

He slides into the seat next to Otegine, grinning.]

I had to get your attention some way, didn’t I?

A "hello" would've been fine...!

[Ow his legs. >(

He scoots over a little to give him room, sliding over a second cup he'd already waved down and pouring out a small amount for Owen, before topping his own back off.]

...Ah. Thanks for comin'. Didn't know if you were gonna take that seriously or not.

[Nah.]

I wasn’t sure it was a serious offer, so I had to come check.

[Owen also scoots over, invading Otegine’s space.

He toys with the cup, raising it up to sniff it curiously. He doesn’t take a sip, yet.]

Where’s the… dango?

I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't serious.

[It's spoken plainly.

The scent is mild, almost like grain, a smooth scent with just enough of a kick to the back of the nose to tell it's alcoholic.]

Mn. Not here. Skylark's been showing me yakitori stands, though, 'n I know one of em around here sold dango, too.

[He gently picks up the bowl-like cup in the crook between his thumb and fingers, going to raise it... before realizing that Owen had scooted closer once again.

Ah. Just. Switching hands for a sec.]

Wanted to finish off what I bought first. You shouldn't waste sake.

Cheers. [A gentle lift of his cup, before bringing it back to his lips with a hand thats growing only slightly unsteady.]

Plenty of people ask for things they don’t want just to be polite.

[Deeming the sake acceptable enough to take a sip, and frowning at Otegine’s salute, he still ends up making a bit of a face at the taste.

It’s not his preference, but it’s not as bad as some alcohol he’s had.]

How much of this have you had already?

[He doesn’t seem completely gone, but… Still.]

[He exhales with satisfaction. Ahhhh sake.]

C'mon, Owen. Why would I ask for something I didn't care about when I'm already irritated?

[He settles the cup between his hands, leaning his elbows against the table and cocking his head towards Owen with a look that goes amusingly deadpan.]

This? Not a lot. Three or four cups, maybe.

Can't tell you how much the Daitengu gave us all earlier, though. [Can you hear the utter lack of enthusiasm in his voice. It would better if it didn't all taste like plastic!! And so much of it was strong...]

Maybe you're a masochist, or you're looking for some sort of justifiable outlet for your... "irritation".

[Totally normal things to assume about someone, probably. Otegine inviting Owen out while he's angry so he could beat up the wizard makes a lot more sense then inviting him out because he enjoys Owen's company..........

He finishes off his sake, grimacing before squinting at Otegine. It's stupid, but he's leaning into the spear's side, leering up at him.]

Is that what you want, Otegine? An outlet because you're so frustrated with how the Alliance is wasting your time?

O-oi, don't put words into my mouth. And I'm no masochist...!

[Owen gets a hand pressed directly against his forehead, holding him at arm's length in a weak shove attempt as Otegine finishes his own glass.]

Just 'cause I wanna be used different doesn't mean I'm gonna be going and taking that out on you. Why would I wanna do that?

[He is absolutely going to refill both glasses, though. Thank goodness it looks like it's running close to empty.]

'Sides, I don't think they're wasting my time. If anything, it's the other way around.

A sadist, then?

[He doesn’t appreciate being pushed around like this!!!]

Yes, yes, I’m sure you’d be much happier if you just got to stab and thrust all day, but talents like that don’t get much use outside of Tamamo businesses.

[His ready for that to sail over Otegine’s head, as he downs his next cup of sake.

Bleh. This doesn’t even taste like anything besides alcohol.]

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