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[swordhardy]

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[pushpin]

no it aint a fuckin
no
im just a dumbass ok i have regrets

[swordhardy]

And you... weren't drunk?

I'd have regret too

[pushpin]

no but i got paid over a k
i guess thats good enough

[swordhardy]

Oh, is that why?

I was gonna say I'd make good on that debt I owe you and offer to take care of whoever did it

Guess not, huh?

( he's almost disappointed :[ no violence )

[pushpin]

uh
cuz HE was drunk probly

u owe me a debt ? what for

[FORGETS]

[aw poor thing, i'll give you violence someday]

[swordhardy]

You helped me out when I first got here, so I'm going to repay that

Guess you forgot, huh? I haven't. That's not the kind of thing I forget

[pushpin]

.....i did ???
i thought i just called u a stupid meathead

[swordhardy]

Haha yeah you did that too!

Anyway! When you need me, I am at your side

[pushpin]

[the emotional side of Guanshan responds first, as it always does, and makes his face flush and fists clench (he's glad it's only a text)]

[the practical side follows hot in its heels, cynical with old uses and broken words, familiarity with debts -- even perceived ones -- that makes him think he should put him out of his misery quickly]

yea
sure

[maybe he should ask him to hire him? why doesn't he feel bold enough for that...]

[swordhardy]

( is he not cute enough for you beansprout, is that it!!! )

You're probably tired from getting the tattoo, yeah? Go take a nap or something. We can talk later, I'll repay that debt anytime

[pushpin]

[IT'S THE OPPOSITE, he doesn't want another stupid fucking crUSH]

what, u dont sleep ?
dont worry about me

[seriously, d-don't -- ]

[swordhardy]

( beansprout no have better taste than this )

Not a lot. Don't really need to anymore

Haha okay, I won't then

[pushpin]

[his taste is Bad Decisions and Badder Boyz; you fit the bill, papi]

whats need to got to do w/ it
sleep just feels good sometimes

[swordhardy]

Yeah. Have you ever tried to sleep when you weren't tired at all though? That's how it feels most of the time

I can close my eyes and doze for a while, that's not so bad. But sometimes there's no way

[pushpin]

is that why u like to fight
to get tired ?

[look, he]

[finally asked.]

[swordhardy]

( another mistake.... )

Ohhh?

Maybe a little. There's nothing quite like the exhaustion that sets into the bones after a good fight, how your muscles burn and how alive you feel

The way everything hurts all at once

But it's sharp, feels good

The feeling of your pulse slowing against the rush of blood in your veins, bruises setting in, feeling it all come on when you're winding down

It's pretty great, and yeah, I guess that's when I can usually sleep pretty well

But there're a lot of other reasons why I like fighting too

[pushpin]

[these he knows]

[has felt them himself, whether win or loss, whether the violence was because he had nothing else to do with explosive anger or just because he had nothing better to do]

[it makes him curious about the ones he doesn't]

like what

[swordhardy]

You seriously want to know?

And you won't call me a meathead?

[pushpin]

might still call u a meathead
but yea i wanna know

[swordhardy]

Good. Call me whatever you want

Anyway

It's not deep. I like fighting because it's fun. Facing someone down, challenging my skills against theirs, trying to hit my mark. If I'm not good enough I lose. If I'm better, I win. Fighting's honest like that

I like a challenge. I like winning. I like hurting and being hurt. Even when I was human it was like this

There're other reasons why I fight, but that's mostly why I like it

[pushpin]

was that some kinda test.....

yea
even i can understand those parts of it
i guess i thought u might say somethin different

[swordhardy]

Nah, but it'd be weird if you didn't

Disappointed?

[pushpin]

a lil
but theres plenty u dont talk about
even as simple as u are
& thats fine

[swordhardy]

( there's a brief moment where he considers telling him that he's not asking the right questions; as honest as he is he plays that game, too, secrets having lost their luster when everything else in his chest has dulled.

but it's fluid, his decision not to bother. if he really wants to ask questions he can—it's more interesting to see what he'll do on his own rather than guide him. Rokurou's never been a guiding force; that almost seems too positive. that's always been a different brother's role.

ask a war daemon why he likes to fight and of course he's going to say it's fun. if he was gonna get a tatto on his ass, damn straight it'd be i came out to attack people and i'm having such a good time right now. )

Can I ask you something, then?

[pushpin]

if u gotta

[it's not the first time he's realized those words make him uncomfortable -- as honest as he is about what's on the surface, he hates turning over the dirt to expose roots (it's the same, the daemon'll find, when he treads far too carefully around getting his hands dirty in other peoples' problems)]

[but Rokurou's been fair to him, so there's no need to flip him off right away]