[Well, ya boy doesn't take long to arrive. Almost like he was expecting a yes or was optimistic that Abbacchio would take him up on his wine time offer. It's nice to enjoy a glass alone-unfortunately, being alone is no longer an option with Sougo around and this is the next best option.
So whatever, he's here and knocks a couple times on the door.]
Hey, even if the wine somehow completely sucks, I promise I'm gonna drink it anyway.
C'mon, make yourself comfortable. I'll grab some glasses.
[The apartment itself is a bit sparse, but still has the obvious gothic taste that Abbacchio prefers. Purple walls and black furniture. Nothing too crazy, though.
He goes to the connecting kitchen, fetching a couple of wineglasses before he returns to set them down, along with a bottle opener.]
[He settles back onto the couch and reaches for the bottle opener when Abbacchio joins him. It opens easily enough and he fills both of their glasses halfway with the dark red liquid.]
Fine. Those disgusting bugs are finally gone and the technology is getting easier to adjust to.
[He's gotten the hang of texting!! And turning on lights!!! He's a cool grandpa now. ]
I hope you've been faring well these last few weeks.
[That's the real helper in this scenario. He leans back into the cushions, letting his wine free hand dangle over the couch's arm and brings the glass up to his lips for a sip. It's not horrible. Definitely worth the haggle.]
This place is full of tiring surprises. Try not to let it get to you.
[Not that he knows why Abba would've been doing bad in the first place. He just assumes it's normal Lunatia bullshit exhausting him.
There's a pause and-]
Though I doubt that's advice you need to hear. You've done well to adapt to this place.
[Tiring surprises indeed. He doesn't bother to bring up the truth of it, though. It doesn't have anything to do with Caesar, and he hasn't really known him that long. Besides, why lower the mood any further?]
Thanks, I appreciate it. Been here almost a year, so if I haven't adapted by now I'd be fucked. And not in the fun way.
[but hey honestly by this point, Abbacchio isn't sure he'd give a damn.]
Extremely weird. I piloted a fucking giant robot with a friend of mind on an alien planet. Before that, I shared some bad memories with a few people. Got into a fist fight with an asshole and I accidentally set the place on fire with, uh. You know, the fire magic Sanguis can get? Yeah. That happened.
Hey, look, I didn't mean to set it on fire, hence "accidentally". Besides, the guy I was fighting was a real pain in the ass. Fuck Joseph Joestar, honestly.
[He snorts.] Of course I won. [In his perspective. It was kinda like a draw, but who can argue with him?]
[Accidental arson is better than the shenanigans Caesar got up to in his youth. He burned down more than his fair share of establishments and items. It isn't something he can chastise someone about.
But that name-of course it was fucking JoJo. It makes him abruptly stand up, wine slooshing in his hand with that agitated movement, before he abruptly sits back down. It's not like he's here.]
That man is always up to no good. That JoJo.
[But at least Abba won.]
I'm glad you won. I'm sure he deserved whatever thrashing you gave him.
[It's not odd Jojo has a shitty reputation. He comes across as a piece of garbage and doesn't do much to cultivate a different impression.]
Yes, we trained together for a month under my mentor back in my world. He's a complete buffoon-looks and acts the part of a fool. He seems lazy, impatient, annoying, selfish and thoughtless, but-
I would have liked to see him again. We were friends.
[Which is just so much to admit considering. But that's what the wine's for-to excuse whatever shit's coming out of his mouth, or so he wants to pretend.
Hm. I won't apologize for saying he's a dick, but I'm sorry you missed him.
[So there's that, at least.
The robots. Great. He sighs and shrugs.]
They were big, and needed two people to pilot. Two people who were compatible, mentally. So I had to go through a few different people in order to find someone I was compatible with. Not fucking fun; it meant that I ended up sharing memories with people. Didn't know many people then so it wasn't great.
They're lucky to have such a loyal companion by their side.
[The thought of memory sharing would even make him pause, no matter who the other pilot was. Suzie and Lisa Lisa being notable exceptions. They already knew what he had done.]
Not many would sacrifice their own comfort like that.
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I'll be over soon.
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So whatever, he's here and knocks a couple times on the door.]
It's me.
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Hey. Thanks for coming. I appreciate you sharing with me.
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[It took the combined efforts of him and Yoo Joonghyuk to actually get a couple bottles. That vendor was something else.]
I fear that work has clouded my taste. I'll leave the final verdict up to you.
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C'mon, make yourself comfortable. I'll grab some glasses.
[The apartment itself is a bit sparse, but still has the obvious gothic taste that Abbacchio prefers. Purple walls and black furniture. Nothing too crazy, though.
He goes to the connecting kitchen, fetching a couple of wineglasses before he returns to set them down, along with a bottle opener.]
So, how's Lunatia treating you?
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Fine. Those disgusting bugs are finally gone and the technology is getting easier to adjust to.
[He's gotten the hang of texting!! And turning on lights!!! He's a cool grandpa now. ]
I hope you've been faring well these last few weeks.
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[bizarre some might say
He picks up his glass and gives it a little swish before he sniffs it. It's nice, actually. Most of the wines in this world are pretty good.]
Eh, I've been hanging in there. Better than I was. Company helps.
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[That's the real helper in this scenario. He leans back into the cushions, letting his wine free hand dangle over the couch's arm and brings the glass up to his lips for a sip. It's not horrible. Definitely worth the haggle.]
This place is full of tiring surprises. Try not to let it get to you.
[Not that he knows why Abba would've been doing bad in the first place. He just assumes it's normal Lunatia bullshit exhausting him.
There's a pause and-]
Though I doubt that's advice you need to hear. You've done well to adapt to this place.
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[Tiring surprises indeed. He doesn't bother to bring up the truth of it, though. It doesn't have anything to do with Caesar, and he hasn't really known him that long. Besides, why lower the mood any further?]
Thanks, I appreciate it. Been here almost a year, so if I haven't adapted by now I'd be fucked. And not in the fun way.
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And that is one benefit to this place. A world that thrives on that of all things-it sounds like the plot for a bad movie.
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[It's a joke, mostly, but you can't ever really tell with this place.]
You said you've been here for a year. I'm sure that's given you some insight on the world. How weird do things get here?
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[but hey honestly by this point, Abbacchio isn't sure he'd give a damn.]
Extremely weird. I piloted a fucking giant robot with a friend of mind on an alien planet. Before that, I shared some bad memories with a few people. Got into a fist fight with an asshole and I accidentally set the place on fire with, uh. You know, the fire magic Sanguis can get? Yeah. That happened.
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The-what?
[To ask about arson or giant robots first-that's the big q here.]
You set a place on fire? That was careless. [A pause, and-] Did you win the fight?
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[He snorts.] Of course I won. [In his perspective. It was kinda like a draw, but who can argue with him?]
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But that name-of course it was fucking JoJo. It makes him abruptly stand up, wine slooshing in his hand with that agitated movement, before he abruptly sits back down. It's not like he's here.]
That man is always up to no good. That JoJo.
[But at least Abba won.]
I'm glad you won. I'm sure he deserved whatever thrashing you gave him.
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[Fortunately, Abbacchio gives a genuine laugh, only pausing to have a drink of wine and a smile on his face.]
That and then some. We both got locked up for awhile for it, but I got bailed. So did he.
Can't stand that guy. Not real sad that he vanished from here.
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Yes, we trained together for a month under my mentor back in my world. He's a complete buffoon-looks and acts the part of a fool. He seems lazy, impatient, annoying, selfish and thoughtless, but-
I would have liked to see him again. We were friends.
[Which is just so much to admit considering. But that's what the wine's for-to excuse whatever shit's coming out of his mouth, or so he wants to pretend.
He immediately moves to top off his glass.]
Tell me about the robots.
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[So there's that, at least.
The robots. Great. He sighs and shrugs.]
They were big, and needed two people to pilot. Two people who were compatible, mentally. So I had to go through a few different people in order to find someone I was compatible with. Not fucking fun; it meant that I ended up sharing memories with people. Didn't know many people then so it wasn't great.
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[And if Abba were to fight him again, he'd just let it happen.
But more importantly-robots. That sounded cool initially. The extra details though-]
That's invasive. It sounds like a horrible experience to have. I imagine you must've been in dire straits to agree to do it.
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[Finally, Abbacchio finishes his glass, letting out a little snort.]
My boss and other friends were going, so. You know. I wasn't gonna fuck off on them.
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[The thought of memory sharing would even make him pause, no matter who the other pilot was. Suzie and Lisa Lisa being notable exceptions. They already knew what he had done.]
Not many would sacrifice their own comfort like that.