Then he's gotta thank his less stellar but more incendiary twin for showing him how to do it. Hey, he ain't without gratitude where it's due. He even says thanks to whatever woman he wakes up next to in the morning... usually. Nope, he's only an asshole by a short shot, not the long one.
"I'll let you know how it goes for me gettin' back here. One way or another, you'll hear about it." Again, he pats that knife in his pocket -- he's sure the cost for it'll get on his tab even though he tries to keep a zero balance -- but if it don't, he'll just consider it a sign the place wants him back.
"And thanks again for the little excursion. You do good work." And that's about enough of that: he knows what guys like him get like after too many compliments, so he won't do it. Besides, he sure as fuck doesn't want Axel expecting them from him. "See ya."
It's time to see what's shakin' back in Midgar, so without waiting any longer he heads for the front door and opens it up. Outside, it's still late afternoon, just like it was when he left. Score one for metaphysics, and score another for the whole concept of not looking a gift horse in the mouth. It's something he never does anyhow.
"Hey. Rude. There you are. Going up to Healin with me next time, right? The boss needs someone to beat at cards."
If his partner notices a door closing, he doesn't say anything about it. Then again, he never talks much anyway.
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Date: 2008-07-09 10:41 pm (UTC)"I'll let you know how it goes for me gettin' back here. One way or another, you'll hear about it." Again, he pats that knife in his pocket -- he's sure the cost for it'll get on his tab even though he tries to keep a zero balance -- but if it don't, he'll just consider it a sign the place wants him back.
"And thanks again for the little excursion. You do good work." And that's about enough of that: he knows what guys like him get like after too many compliments, so he won't do it. Besides, he sure as fuck doesn't want Axel expecting them from him. "See ya."
It's time to see what's shakin' back in Midgar, so without waiting any longer he heads for the front door and opens it up. Outside, it's still late afternoon, just like it was when he left. Score one for metaphysics, and score another for the whole concept of not looking a gift horse in the mouth. It's something he never does anyhow.
"Hey. Rude. There you are. Going up to Healin with me next time, right? The boss needs someone to beat at cards."
If his partner notices a door closing, he doesn't say anything about it. Then again, he never talks much anyway.