Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, 'Who put these bodies between us?'

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Hei and Misaki are at the bar, because apparently that the Place To Be for disfunctional couples. But they aren't hanging all over each other, flirting, kissing, or talking about the kids. They are sitting as far apart as possible while still remaining in the same space. Misaki sits in a booth, flushed, staring into space. Hei is at the bar facing the opposite direction, drink in hand. Bandaged hand; he appears to have torn it up rather badly.


Reality sucks sometimes.]





[[Experiment end]]

Comments

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

It may have been the absinthe, but I got the vague impression Hei set him on fire earlier. [Finishes another.]

[didorothy]

[stares at her for a moment]

...Ray?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

The one that doesn't give off the aura of a wounded puppy.

[didorothy]

[nods, 'cause that is definitely Ray]

Was he injured badly enough that I should be upset about it?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Not so badly that he couldn't threaten revenge. [She salutes the empty space next to Hei with her even more empty bottle. Poor bottle. It is lonely.] Good luck with that.

[She very carefully levers herself upright, apparently to try and find something else that will not knock her out or taste like lighter fluid.]

[didorothy]

He probably deserved it, then.

[he ducks under the bar, grabs a can of diet coke, and pours it into a glass, shoving it into her hands]

Unlike certain police officers, I don't believe in biting the dog that bit you. Not that you're hungover, yet. But I would like to avoid having to find someone to treat you for liver poisoning.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She sits back down, if only because the world really should not move that way.] They can replace it. They can replace an entire world, why wouldn't they be able to supply a new liver?

[didorothy]

[puts a hand on her back, more to briefly steady her than anything, but still, it was comfort too] I have no idea. I never get a straight answer when I ask, and usually they like to add another year to the infinite years of service I owe them.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She tenses, because the hand isn't being comforting so much as reminding her of Hei. Painfully.]

[didorothy]

[pulls his hand away quickly and drops it on the table, looking down]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[If she were more herself she might venture an apology. As it is...] There must be a limit to what they can do.

[didorothy]

Tell me when you find it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She contemplates the wall] I suppose they can choose to not bring someone back when that person dies.

[didorothy]

[darkly]

Not if I have anything to say about it.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Blink. She ACTUALLY WASN'T GOING THERE. Don't ask me how she ended up on the subject. Her thought trains have their stations mixed up.]

[didorothy]

[drinks more]

Half the time, I have to explain to them why what they're doing is wrong, you know that? And God, I was trying to explain what 'privacy rights' were to this one customer of theirs, the one who keeps trying to do a Discovery Channel-style documentary on humans...

[runs his hand through his hair]

I really hate days when I'm not in the backroom.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Oh, the burning hate is back. Misaki keeps her nails at a reasonable length and filed tidily to serve as self-defense mechanisms in a pinch. Said nails are now drawing little slots of blood from the back of her wrist.]

[didorothy]

[God - or alternately, the devil - is in the details, and Sam notices what she's doing, so he tries to tug her hand away from her poor wrist]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Allows him to do so, because she honestly didn't notice. In fact, she still doesn't.] What?

[didorothy]

Your wrist, Misaki.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Looks at it and raises an eyebrow] Well, that's dramatic, isn't it.

[didorothy]

[pauses - he thinks of telling her to go home, but he wonders if that's very much the wrong thing to say]

You can stay at my flat tonight, if you like. I'm not letting you go anywhere from here on your own. As capable as you are, you're also drunk.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[And unlike certain Others of her rank, she realizes both that going home by herself is not a good idea. For many, many reasons.] ...someone will need to feed Haruki.

[didorothy]

I can, if you give me a rough idea how to get to your place.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Nnk. Oh. Wait.] You were there once, weren't you? In the building. At least.