I'll do my damn best to. That's all I can give you.
[Sakamoto wonders if he's made the right choice, but with Hiruma's desire to know everything and anything he could possibly get his hands on, he would have found out anyway. He didn't want to withhold information from one of his most useful partners.
What did the other Sakamoto know, he wonders. What did he do? When they had first met, Hiruma was livid, ready to strike.
And yet the man knows himself far too well. He must have done what he always did: He left.]
Calm down, calm down! I'm aware that tossing words around is like writing checks you just can't cash.
Actions've got the most value.
[Sakamoto mulls over that. Who knows? Not everyone, certainly. Oz, but that's because he's been here a while. And yet he's certain that if any of the others knew (Wade, Newt, Travis) they'd have a hissy fit.
So who is it, then.]
Not sure. A kid told me. We both get around. It could be anyone.
But the people who found out don't wanna go spreadin' shit. There might be more info. I'll see if I can dig it up.
[the words "calm down" aren't exactly words he wants to hear either, but they're enough to staple him to the floor and stop his pacing.
hiruma has to listen to let it all sink in. he's sure that coupled with this news, the image of the window and its billboard will haunt him until the end of his days, but it's worth ignoring now. sakamoto decides that he'll dig up the information, and the sportsman is beside him in that—first thing's first: knowledge.
knowledge is power, and it always has been. even against forces beyond their control.]
that is a promise sakamoto can keep, and hiruma feels himself anchor. mentally; physically.
eyes cast to the cracked rifle on his sheets. what a shame it'd be to waste the ammunition. but with helios' enchantments, fuck if he'll need a single clip. and that's what gets his chin to raise, looking down his nose at the smiling faces holding gas masks mocking him from outside his room.
a nostalgic war cry surfaces, and his jaw sets tightly. we'll fucking kill them.]
the man knows what he likes, there's no doubt about it. he's still incensed, and the talk has gone on far longer than he would have allowed. now that the details have been worked out, and it's time to hang up, hiruma closes his eyes in an incredibly rare display of patience.
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[Sakamoto wonders if he's made the right choice, but with Hiruma's desire to know everything and anything he could possibly get his hands on, he would have found out anyway. He didn't want to withhold information from one of his most useful partners.
What did the other Sakamoto know, he wonders. What did he do? When they had first met, Hiruma was livid, ready to strike.
And yet the man knows himself far too well. He must have done what he always did: He left.]
Calm down, calm down! I'm aware that tossing words around is like writing checks you just can't cash.
Actions've got the most value.
[Sakamoto mulls over that. Who knows? Not everyone, certainly. Oz, but that's because he's been here a while. And yet he's certain that if any of the others knew (Wade, Newt, Travis) they'd have a hissy fit.
So who is it, then.]
Not sure. A kid told me. We both get around. It could be anyone.
But the people who found out don't wanna go spreadin' shit. There might be more info. I'll see if I can dig it up.
[A pause, a beat.]
What you doin' tomorrow? At night.
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hiruma has to listen to let it all sink in. he's sure that coupled with this news, the image of the window and its billboard will haunt him until the end of his days, but it's worth ignoring now. sakamoto decides that he'll dig up the information, and the sportsman is beside him in that—first thing's first: knowledge.
knowledge is power, and it always has been. even against forces beyond their control.]
What do you have in mind?
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[There's the sound of teeth grinding.]
And some handlin' lessons. I've got some shit to smash.
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that is a promise sakamoto can keep, and hiruma feels himself anchor. mentally; physically.
eyes cast to the cracked rifle on his sheets. what a shame it'd be to waste the ammunition. but with helios' enchantments, fuck if he'll need a single clip. and that's what gets his chin to raise, looking down his nose at the smiling faces holding gas masks mocking him from outside his room.
a nostalgic war cry surfaces, and his jaw sets tightly. we'll fucking kill them.]
When and where, Sakamoto.
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[Near the barrier.]
Aaaah. This is a special kinda target practice, though.
I'll be the target. Let's see if you can touch me! Not with your gun.
[A grin.]
With your hands.
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the man knows what he likes, there's no doubt about it. he's still incensed, and the talk has gone on far longer than he would have allowed. now that the details have been worked out, and it's time to hang up, hiruma closes his eyes in an incredibly rare display of patience.
or what's left that he's trying to hold onto.]
Ah. Fine by me.
—Is that it?
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[And, with an air of something that's so Sakamoto it hurts (hope), he says:]
I'll be waiting.
Hiruma.
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Not for long.
[then the line goes dead.]
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Fuck.