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sicklysweet) wrote2022-05-07 02:34 am
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sicklysweet) wrote2022-05-07 02:34 am
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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?
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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...]
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[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?
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[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.
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[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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[The second comment gets him to crumple a bit on the table, the dark cloud over his head practically visible for how sour his expression twists.
He kicks back the entire cup in one swig, and then drops his head against the table with a muffled whine.]
What'm I supposed to DO, then? Daitengu isn't gonna bother to use me for anything they need if I can't prove myself, but how 'm I supposed to do that if they keep asking me to do stuff you don't ask a spear to do!
[He grumbles, his free hand messily tugging on his hair.]
Doesn't make sense.
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…”A” spear?
[Owen lowers his glass, setting it down in front of him. There’s more teasing he could do - Otegine continues to make it too easy - but that phrasing…
It’s too odd to be incidental, and Otegine isn’t drunk enough to start spouting utter nonsense.]
A spear and not a man who wields a spear? You might be less human than I thought, Otegine.
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He tenses immediately. Did he seriously just...
Okay. Okay maybe he's had a little too much to drink. Think, Otegine, think, how do we salvage this...]
I... y-yeah, ah...
You know, l-like I said, it's all I'm good at anyway, so... if I get stuck on things, then that means I can't use it like I'm supposed to, and if I can't use it, t-then... I mean, I... uh... I c-can't use it.
Kind of isn't fair to it. The, uh. The spear. Yeah.
[Smooth.]
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The spear that’s… yourself. A spear that’s a man. I imagine a man that’s a spear would have little knowledge of anything besides stabbing, and little desire to do anything but what they were made for.
[Owen might be an idiot, but sometimes he’s not a complete dumbass.]
So you know nothing else about the world, because of this.
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He's just. Putting his face in his hands. While still face first on the table.]
... sort've...
[He hates this.
The bartender gives them a Look from over the countertops, but just continues cleaning glasses.]
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Sort of?
[He’s leaning into Otegine’s side again, getting into his space. The bartender gets waved off - he can mind his own business.]
How long have you been a person, Otegine? Not long, right? So you have so many things you can experience in the world…
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Will you stop with the assumptions, geeze...
[He doesn't push Owen away, at least, but getting peppered like this isn't something he's prepared for. He sighs, long and reluctant, turning his view enough to look at Owen with a thin frown.]
Can't tell you that, anyway.
Why're you askin'???
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[Owen rests his cheek against Otegine's shoulder, draping over him. He's comfortable, even if probably feels like having a bag of ice dropped on his side for poor Otegine.]
Are you a... spirit? I know spirits can be drawn to objects, and that magic can give objects their own feelings... Or that objects can house those that have passed on, but I don't think that's true in your case.
[He's probably not a ghost that possessed a spear and then became a living person again. He's confident in that much being impossible.]
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[UGGGH okay no. He sits up and immediately puts a hand to Owen's mouth to physically stop him from talking so he can wave down the bartender for the check, sideeying the wizard the entire while.]
Not here, okay. Please.
Told you we need to get dango, anyway.
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Release him, foul beast. Let the man speak. Otherwise he's just going to find other ways to annoy him while they wait for the bartender.]
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His eyes narrow, before he proceeds to wipe it on Owen's face and put his hand right back where it was. Jerk.]
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He will not back down. He will die on this hill literally, if he has to. Be careful before he starts sucking on fingers to establish dominance or something.]
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His hand twitches, but doesn't move, even as the bartender comes over with the check. They don't look amused, but it's fine. It's the principle of the thing.
Yes, he is fishing for his yen with one hand. Yes, it's embarrassing. No, he will not put his hand down from Owen's mouth.]
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…By being even cruder in response, as the bartender stares them down.
He grabs Otegine’s wrist with both hands, well aware he could do the reasonable thing and pull back and free himself. That’s what a quitter and a coward would do, though, so what Owen does instead is pop two of Otegine’s fingers into his mouth. The threat becomes real…]
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He gives him the sideye at first when his hand is grabbed, before getting back to what he was doing...
And then yelping when Owen puts his fingers directly into his mouth. THAT FEELS TOO FAMILIAR STOP THAT--
Congrats, Otegine immediately pulls his hand back to wipe it frantically against his trouser leg.]
O-o-oi, don't do something like that!!!!!
[his heart
bartender, meanwhile: :\]
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Like what, Otegine? Are you thinking something crass? I didn’t think you could be so perverted.
[Heeeeeehehehehe.
He’s not even the slightest bit sorry.]
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he is so sorry bartender he is so so sorry
The second that payment has been plucked up, Ote's slipping off his seat and grabbing up his spear from where it was hanging out behind one of the booths, a hand to his forehead as he heads for the exit... then turns back to make sure Owen is behind him.]
You comin' or not?
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Owen stands after him, adjusting his hat as he looks at Otegine. He stands there for a moment, almost in disbelief over how Otegine just... says these things.]
...Well, I didn't come the last time I had you in my mouth. It would be nice if this night went differently.
[He'll start trotting after Otegine, though, wondering if that's going to sail right over him.]
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