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[Heero felt like punching Duo incredibly hard, maybe hard enough to break something. This was all his fault after all. He just had to go and say that he'd be hit with an experiment that was worse than his. As soon as the pilot showed his face, he was going to do just that.

Of all the experiments, why did this place choose to toy with his emotions? As much as people liked to claim he didn't have them, he did. He just happened to have incredibly good control on them. It was easy to ignore them when he needed or wanted to, to hide them, just like he had been trained to do. To matters worse, he couldn't leave the plane either. He had tried desperately. It would have been easier to deal with this at home, alone, where no one would see him or use it against him.

So now he was sitting at the bar, pouring himself a glass of something he didn't have the slightest clue about. All he knew was that alcohol dulled the senses, so he hoped that if he drank enough his emotions would be dulled enough to control again. He never drank much, or if at all. He was under-age after all, though like it really mattered.

It wasn't working. Half a bottle and it wasn't working. It had to figure that his body wouldn't succumb to the effects as easily as it did for everyone else...and it was frustrating! Slamming his glass down on the counter top a little harder than he wanted (and probably breaking the glass), he stepped behind the counter to find something much stronger.]

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What an undesirable heaven. [ tipping back a drink ]

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Better than not existing. [Not that it mattered to him. He offers to refill her glass.]

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[ She'll take it. ]

... Much better. [ She'll raise the glass. ] To life. My name is Tomoe Mami.

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[He raises his glass, if only because it was expected of him]

Heero Yuy.

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[ clinks lightly before taking a drink ]

And to finding solace as mice.

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[He lets out a small laugh before taking a drink.]

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

[ There's a slight laugh on her end as well. She's gotten a bit more used to the drink. ]

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Did it hurt? [It's finally gotten to him too. Only took a bottle.]

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... The nice thing about losing your head is that it's fairly quick.

[ She puts a hand on her neck, rubs gently. ] Though it leaves one with the strangest feeling after.

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What a way to die. [Didn't sound to pleasant.]

I was supposed to die, but no one will let me. [He smiled ruefully and took another drink.]

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The price of showing off.

... [ soft sigh ] And that is why you're here?

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No. It's a part of the experiment I'm under.

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... They'll keep people contained as experiments?

My brochure left a lot of things out.

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Sometimes. You should be careful.

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I will be. It can't be more dangerous here than it was back there.

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It's dangerous to think that way.

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Fine.

Then it can be just as dangerous, and I'll prepare myself as such.

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[He couldn't help but laugh. It was more directed at himself]

Even drunk I continue to think that way.

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Ahahahaha... [ It's getting to her. ] Extra dangerous, then, like my most cautious missions.

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Yeah. [He passes her the bottle]

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[ And she'll pour another drink before passing it back. ]

Was it dangerous, then? Where you come from as well.

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[He poured himself another drink]

It was until a year ago.[Not counting the Mariemaia rebellion.] Two wars and unrest beforehand.

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... I see.

Mine was... it was an underground war, so to speak. Fought by vigilantes that weren't known to the public, just like the enemy wasn't.

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That's how it started out for us, too.


[[ooc: Haha I meant wasn't))

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Hopefully that war will end someday. For now, I guess I won't know.

[ ooc; gotcha! ]