A while ago, you had tried to answer the room and board ad that Malik had posted to the network. However... he had shown you nothing but hostility... even tormented you, along with me, back in October... and yet, despite all that, you still wanted to help him, wanted to know how he was doing.
Why?
It's probably a strange question coming from someone you haven't seen much of since that time, but I have my reasons.
i am so sorry this is so late /lies on floor BUT HELLO
[It'll be a little while before Bakhura gets a response. Talking about this is easier with people that have some sort of distance from the situation, but Bakhura...
Well.]
it wasn't him that did all that back in october
malik's an idiot and he makes his own trouble but that doesn't mean he deserves to be living on the street
[He goes for the safer answer instead.]
HELLO that's totally okay! real life is more important
But the two of you seemed to have some bad blood between you even before then... and yet you still thought it your responsibility to bail him out of the messes that he makes for himself. Why is that? Doesn't it get frustrating after a while?
...and don't give me any of that crap about being a decent human being. Even if that's true, there's a limit to how much you can do when that person has no interest in bettering themselves, isn't there?
["Hey, let's go drinking" usually didn't involved roofs. Or, if it did, it usually ended poorly, but this felt too them to turn down. Besides, what did Freya have to be afraid of at this point? Breaking her neck?]
[Okay, maybe that was too morbid of gallows humor. Still, a lot had happened, between February and now, and hell if she wasn't going to commiserate over drinks about it with someone, and talk about stupid shit.]
[And enjoy the spring sun. Recolle felt downright warm compared to the secluded mountain town, and Freya's lounging on a blanket she's spread over a portion of Pen's roof, on the slant facing the back yard. She's even in a t-shirt, despite the lingering chill, showing arms somehow unmarred by the wounds she picked up in Hell Mansion, half of black tattoos on each arm poking out from under each sleeve: one of which looked like a stylized beast skull on her left, and the other (7)... was strange.]
[She figured Dante wouldn't have any issues getting up to her perch.]
[Freya would be right. When Dante gets there and sees Freya on the roof, it's a quick jump and a kick off a tree to slide on over to the rooftop, stepping up onto the slant.]
Hey.
[He's come bearing a couple six-packs, some hipster cider and a pack of normal beers. He'll take a moment to set them down carefully, tucked in where they won't fall, and Dante isn't waiting for an invitation before he joins her on the blanket.]
[Freya snorts, not looking over initially. She knew he was coming, and besides, how many people could get up here?]
I wish. Even if "highs school goth" isn't my style. Ugly thing, isn't it? [When she does glance over, her eyes linger over the hipster cider accompanied by a curiously arched eyebrow, and she reaches for one of those. She likes sweeter alcohol, sue her.]
It's not that bad. [Honestly, he's kind of intrigued. It's an interesting design! But Freya doesn't seem like she wants to get into it right now, so he passes over the cider, popping his own and raising it for a pseudo-toast, eyebrow quirked.]
Can't complain too much, I guess. [A half-shrug... and then he pauses. A moment passes, and Dante snorts before shaking his head and leaning back onto his elbows, a sardonic twist pulling at his expression.]
How fucked up is that? I got a memory of the other guy last month almost dying, and it's par for the course.
The setting is so mundane that maybe it is hard to tell that it's a dream, at first. Just an office building in Enprise, as close to Tribunal Square as you can get. Sometimes things can't be read in a dream, but you just know what a sign or a book says anyway. 'The Law Office of Ardyn Izunia, Esq.'
But it's after hours, and there's a celebration at hand. Family, friends, and clients, alike, have been invited, open bar, to celebrate an associate about to sign as junior partner: Hitori Togusa.
Even in Togusa's subconscious, Ardyn is still dressed like he would be for teaching, though, coat and scarf and hat topping off his ensemble. Ardyn and Togusa are there to greet everyone who arrives. The rest of Ardyn's little family can be spotted around the room, Grell, the twins. Even his brother, but he's staying uncharacteristically quiet, as if Togusa's subconscious is unsure of what to do with him.
Dante is here with an invitation in hand, but what role he is here to play is up to what his deepest desire picks.
There are a lot of people in the room, an excited buzz in the air as everybody mingles and chatters. Dante is no exception, here with Vera alongside him as they slide deftly through the crowd, making their way toward the people most important to them and the man of the hour.
(Upon reaching them, he doesn't think to question why Grell and Ardyn here feel more like a mother or father he never had; doesn't wonder why her hug feels so much like something's that's been always missing. All he knows is that he's surrounded by people that care about him, that he's happy and it's a warmth in his chest he can't wholly contain.)
"Togusa!" There's a smile on his face as he calls out for the man's attention. "Congratulations on making partner."
An event for close friends and family, Dante wouldn't have dared be left out, and it shows in the way that Ardyn and Grell both react to him. The son they never (haven't yet?) had.
But the warmth that comes out of Togusa matches it. His entire face lights up, and he excuses himself from talking to someone he doesn't know. There's someone more important here.
"Dante." He bypasses the handshake and goes straight for a hug, pulling him in tight and clapping Dante on the back. "Thank you." Said like those are the two most important words in the world. The odd, hard to define relationship between them. Son? Brother? Closer than friends, clearly. They've both proven that they'd drop anything for the other one time and time again.
Togusa is a little more reserved for Vera, a nod that is close to a bow, "Always lovely to see you, Vera."
He points at both of them. "Can I grab you a drink? Anything?"
[Is he still trying to pretend they aren't related? Look, maybe he's not the best brother ever in spite of his attempts to be a good one, but this whole thing's starting to get a little harsh!]
He's not doing the same thing to me, but that's because our conversation is probably what started this. I don't know if it's because of Retrospec or something else, but he can't remember that he and I are brothers. I showed him my birth certificate with our mom's name on it and everything, but he's still convinced it's some big practical joke that I've been getting people in on.
That's probably what he's getting at. He wants to see if you remember or not.
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