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LETS DO SOMETHING.
IF YOU NEED INSPIRATION PICK SOMETHING.
OR JUST BLANK COMMENT I'LL ROLL WITH IT.

Kefka Palazzo

Nemissa

Gin Ichimaru

Gig

Uzu Sanageyama

Nui Harime

REQUEST A CHARACTER OR BLANK IT AND I'LL JUST PICK SANAGEYAMA SOMEONE AT RANDOM.

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[databoner]

[...Is this real life.]

Getting beer. This is what you consider important.

[He wishes he could say he was surprised, but as far as he's concerned, you're part hick in his mind...

Inumuta looks to his computer, and then back to Sanageyama. He's pretty bored himself, so...]

Alright.

[ironbuttmonkey]

That's the spirit.

[And thank god because he's out of friends if Inuamata had said no, since Gamagori wasn't interested and he sure as hell wasn't asking Nonon.

Even then "friend" is very tentative in that case, too...

Basically Sanageyama has no legitimate friends that's the point.

ONWARDS.]

I had a feeling you'd be up for it.

[databoner]

Really? Because in most cases I would have said no. But my computer is doing some batch rendering, and using it at this point would just slow down the process. I figured this would be a better way to kill time than staring at the ceiling for a few hours. But just barely.

[That sad moment when this guy is the closest you have to a friend. I'm so sorry, Uzu.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

You still came with.

[THAT IS WHAT MATTERS you jerk. Still, hick or no hick, they are three stars, and so the place they end up at is actually pretty fancy.

He's heading for that comfier looking chair by the table, at which point the group of people sharing it practically jump out of their seats so he and Inuamata can sit down instead...and he sits about as sloppily as he always does, one foot against the edge of the table and arms hanging over the back of the chair.]

What're you having?

[databoner]

[Yes, he did still come with... Maybe because if he was to say he had friends, Sanageyama would be one of them too.

But wow man, no class, even in how you sit in public spaces...]

Just a Sapporo. I'm not coming here to get drunk.

[Do you really want to see him when he's drunk? ... Okay, maybe you do. He's pretty hilarious.]

You do what you want, though.

[ironbuttmonkey]

...no, I was thinking the same thing.

[Actually he's just clueless. Purposefully avoiding your father's entire business is a nice passive aggressive way of rebelling!! So, yep, clueless. Plus it isn't like he can see what they have anyway, he's blind.

Which means his choice is entirely influenced by an "i'll have what you're having" mentality. He snaps his fingers and someone immediately slides in out of nowhere to get their drinks for them, writing it down as an order, then rushes off to get it. #threestarlife]

So what're you, uh, patch rending?

[Can you tell he was only half listening.]

on my phone, fuck html

[databoner]

[ Right. Blind.

That actually gives the perfect opportunity for some harmless trolling. While responding to Sanageyama, Inumuta takes his phone and quickly starts typing away, changing the other's order to something ... far more alcoholic. He knows the name and phone numbers of the servers and bartenders, so the switch can be made easily and subtly. If the other notices, he can just say he changed his order and they must have mixed the two up. ]

Batch. Its a data analysis program I wrote. It takes the important information out of the junk.

youve ruined this entire post with your ugly vanilla text

[ironbuttmonkey]

[If there were anything suspicious about hearing Inuamata typing suddenly he'd ask about it, except that's all this nerd is ever doing, so he thinks nothing of it.]

Right, right, batch. It's really convenient having you around for all that computer-y data and whatever else - I hardly know what to make of all the in-depth crap. Numbers and stuff.

good

[databoner]

I'm sure Lady Satsuki would have found someone in place of me if I hadn't crossed her path.

[ Someone far inferior, of course. ]

Why bring this up, all of a sudden?

[ Because that was almost a compliment... ]

[ironbuttmonkey]

What? No, nothing. Just it's true.

[INUMATA YOU CATCH ON TO THINGS TOO FAST.]

Making conversation isn't weird.

[databoner]

[ He's supposed to catch onto things fast, its his job. ]

Paying compliments and you haven't even had anything to drink yet...

[ Which, speaking of, here they are! One beer, and one.... Combination. Inumuta takes his bottle before there can be a chance for a mistaken mix up. ]

Ah, thank you.

[ironbuttmonkey]

[He was going to say something to that but RIGHT YEAH DRINKS. Awfully quick taking your drink there tho Inumata...

Then again, they ordered the same thing, so he shrugs that off too. He sits forward and takes his foot off of the table, snatches up his drink and takes a swig.]

Ack-

[Wow that's strong. Who knew Inumata was so hardcore???]

That- [Beat.] That hits the spot. Yep.

[databoner]

[Can he really not tell the difference?? Either he's vastly underestimating, or overestimating him...

Inumuta takes the moment to sip at his beer instead. It's a good thing he has a good poker face, or else he'd wind up giving everything away far too soon. Maybe Sanageyama can sense his smirk though, even behind his collar.]

It's good, right? I don't usually drink but I once bought a pack of these when I was- thirteen, I think.

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Anime blindness™ only works when the narrative wants it to.

So right now, rather than questioning him, instead Sanageyama's cursing inwardly because wow. 13. really.

Gotta step up his game.]

Hoh yeah, it's- [Maybe it's partly due to his enhanced sense of taste too, but holy hell.] It's good alright.

I'm surprised though. Didn't see you as the drinking type at all.

[Another swig. Jesus.]

[databoner]

[Just as keikaku.]

I'm not, typically. But it was in celebration of discovering I could do anything I want, and what better to celebrate with than breaking the law?

[Siiiiip.]

Ah, are you alright? You know, if you're not enjoying it, you could pick out something else. I'll finish yours...

[Except he knows Sanageyama won't accept that, because he's too damn proud.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Oh you've DONE IT NOW.

That senseless need to overcompensate when proving himself urges him to stand up and down the rest of that drink in one go. He raises his free hand to wipe his mouth, but if it looks like he's actually wiping most of his face, it's because he is in fact wiping the slight buildup of tears in his eyes from the strength wreaking havoc with his enhanced sense of taste - good thing his eyes being sewn shut hides that. When he finally puts the bottle down, he gestures towards someone nearby.]

Oi! Another!

[They rush off to get it.

They probably weren't even bar staff but now they're frantically asking what Sanageyama just had so they can get another for him.

So now he's sitting back down.]

It's fine. I just took it easy at first to let my senses get used to it again - I haven't had anything to drink since before my loss to Matoi.

[There's your excuse.]

[databoner]

[Watching with slightly widened eyes...

Oh, Sanageyama.

You're going to get wrecked, aren't you?

Part of him thinks this is the funniest thing ever.

But another part... Well, he doesn't want the other to get total alcohol poisoning, so maybe he should lay off a bit on the taunting.]

So you're re-experiencing alcohol, essentially. Maybe you should take it a little easier then. It wouldn't do you any good to burn out the tolerance you're building up right now by taking too much...

[Seriously Uzu don't overdo it, he doesn't want to have to carry your ass back to your room... And possibly stay to make sure you don't throw up everywhere... Ugh... ]

[ironbuttmonkey]

It's fine. I can handle a little alcohol.

[Except it totally isn't a little alcohol but look at him giving it the old college try anyway. The unimportant two star NPC delivers Sanageyama's second and backs away from the table a few steps before running off.

Lifting his drink-]

Soo...[A pause, and he looks elsewhere. Even if he can't see Inumata it's the same as breaking eye contact.] ...what do you suppose Lady Satsuki. Likes.

[-and now he's taking a swig from his drink.]

[databoner]

[... That kind of question, huh. Sanageyama, you dog. Inumuta smiles sardonically behind his collar that unzips once more to let him sip at his drink. They're totally talking about sex-stuff, right? That's what he's going to go with, anyway. Whoops if Uzu meant like kissing or something.]

Obedience.

[That's the easy answer, at least.]

S&M, probably.

[ironbuttmonkey]

[...no but he's THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW THANKS.

[MEN DOU KOTES INTERNALLY]

O-Oi, that's not what I meant!! I mean sort of but..

In a partner. But not so intimately.

[databoner]

[you're welcome.]

Oh.

[DON'T 'OH' LIKE YOU TOTALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT AND THEN GAVE THE WRONG KIND OF ANSWER ANYWAY, YOU DOUCHEBAG.]

A challenge, I guess. She doesn't seem to be the kind to like simplicity, does she?

[ironbuttmonkey]

A challenge, huh...

[That makes sense, but it's not exactly an answer he wanted to hear. How's he supposed to do that when she could kill him with one of her tea cups.

(Yes he immediately thought of the fighting kind of challenge.)

Life is very unfortunately hard.

So he's going back to drinking.]

I guess that makes sense. Someone who could keep up with her to keep things interesting.

[databoner]

Someone like Matoi.

[YEAH.

HE WENT THERE.

REMEMBER WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO, UZU. 2chan incarnate.

Siiiiiiiip. Aaaaaand this bottle is done. Aaaaand he's curious... just how strong the other's drink is. He knows it's going to be awful. But... curiosity is what will kill him, eventually.]

I don't feel like ordering another bottle yet. Can I just have a sip of yours?

1/2

[ironbuttmonkey]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Just stretching his hand out to offer the drink to him.]

Lemme tell you somethin'. If Matoi were here right now, I'd kick her ass just to prove you she ain't worth the time.

[Yeah Inumata's stupidly strong frankenalcohol is starting to work. One or two of his words in that sentence were probably slightly slurred.]