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Oct. 19th, 2008 08:43 pmHe doesn't really give a fuck, but... he does: the place is cleaner than it's been in friggin' years -- not that it's pristine or any of that shit, 'cause it ain't -- and the fridge is stocked with beer and the chopper's all lined up and he only had to promise the girl in charge two nights in exchange and that ain't a bad trade. They'll both get something out of it, even though she ain't exactly his type.
Lara is, though, and the particulars of the deal for getting the helicopter don't have to be shared. On the coffee table, he's got a map of the Planet and a visitor's pass to the Midgar Shin-Ra office complex and his standard travel pack: a few potions, his weapon, extra sunglasses 'cause who doesn't need to go around lookin' just that cool. A blanket, a towel or two, some camping supplies so they don't have to friggin' stop and get a tent just in case: all this shit can stay in the helicopter and hopefully they won't need it. He'd rather do the inn thing no matter where they end up.
But where they go will be up to Lara. He's already been everywhere.
So when they step through the bar door together arm in arm like they're goin' for a stroll to the friggin' park, he gives her a little unconcerned smile. This is where they start, and what happens from here is anybody's guess. He just knows it's gonna have potential.
"Figured we'd better start at the beginning. It ain't much, but it's home."
And it really does clean up pretty, even though he ain't never extended that same courtesy to any of the other girls he's brought here. The view from the window shows your standard city that was fucked over by powers greater than anyone can imagine and is in the process of being rebuilt, but at least his street is clean and a little bit safe, not that anyone messes with him, and the people across the street planted flowers once upon a time and they're in bloom, and all the shit he's collected from his years with the company don't even make for too much clutter inside.
Might as well start with the most basic of all the basics. "You want something to drink?"
Lara is, though, and the particulars of the deal for getting the helicopter don't have to be shared. On the coffee table, he's got a map of the Planet and a visitor's pass to the Midgar Shin-Ra office complex and his standard travel pack: a few potions, his weapon, extra sunglasses 'cause who doesn't need to go around lookin' just that cool. A blanket, a towel or two, some camping supplies so they don't have to friggin' stop and get a tent just in case: all this shit can stay in the helicopter and hopefully they won't need it. He'd rather do the inn thing no matter where they end up.
But where they go will be up to Lara. He's already been everywhere.
So when they step through the bar door together arm in arm like they're goin' for a stroll to the friggin' park, he gives her a little unconcerned smile. This is where they start, and what happens from here is anybody's guess. He just knows it's gonna have potential.
"Figured we'd better start at the beginning. It ain't much, but it's home."
And it really does clean up pretty, even though he ain't never extended that same courtesy to any of the other girls he's brought here. The view from the window shows your standard city that was fucked over by powers greater than anyone can imagine and is in the process of being rebuilt, but at least his street is clean and a little bit safe, not that anyone messes with him, and the people across the street planted flowers once upon a time and they're in bloom, and all the shit he's collected from his years with the company don't even make for too much clutter inside.
Might as well start with the most basic of all the basics. "You want something to drink?"
