[ Famous last words, indeed. The corners of Ryoko's mouth didn't just tug dramatically upward either. If he's gonna have it, he's gonna have it straight and right and well and this sees her literally will the bowl in her hands to rest atop the table with her mind. Now she's going up, up, up and into the booze cache at the end of the beam she sleeps atop. ]
Okay! So we've got some options. Do you want what I was having just now or would you like to be even more adventurous?
[ She's... legitimately eying a line of bottles at the end of this beam. RIP, Axel. ]
[Uh oh. What's with that Grinch grin? He watches her levitate the bowl to the table, which is... really really cool, to be honest, and then waits while she floats up to her rafter to examine her stash. Which he hadn't even realized was there, actually. Good Light.]
Uh... I dunno, surprise me?
[Axel, no.]
I like sweets, so... I dunno, something flavor... y.
[ Flavory? Well, that makes her wrinkle her nose just a smidge. Flavor is... kind of sort of a bit of a problem for Ryoko given that her taste buds are quite tone-deaf in the tasting department. Strength she can gauge and she knows some words have associations, so she takes a moment to skim her selection, wondering at the names of the brands. A moment later, she's picked something she thinks sounds sweet and she's floating to grab her saucer an an additional cup.
Just don't ask her where she got such things. ]
This should do the trick!
[ And she plops gently down by him on the soda with her legs crossed. The bottle is in one hand and the saucer and cups in the other. Give her a jiffy to pop the cork into rebounding off the ceiling and pour him a proper cup and offer it to him with a big old smile on her face.
[He has no idea what he's getting himself into. Sure, Axel's had a drink here and there in his life, but it isn't a habit he indulges in often. Ryoko... always seems to have a drink in her hand, so the idea that she literally can't really tell what anything tastes like hasn't even crossed his mind.]
[He leans back into the couch as she returns with a bottle and a saucer cup, and he can smell how strong this stuff is as soon as she pops the cork. He's hardly a connoisseur, but anybody who's ever had a hangover in their life knows the smell of a really strong drink when they encounter it. He's got no idea what Ryoko's pouring, but he suddenly thinks maybe he should have been a little more specific after all.]
[Hesitantly, he sits forward and accepts the saucer. Well, it's small, at least; it isn't like she poured him a big stein of this paint thinner. Axel has decided it's high time he really did become a man of his word, and Light dammit, he said he would have a drink with her, and so have a drink he shall. He lifts the saucer gingerly in half a toast toward her, then throws it back.]
[--And instantly coughs, barely keeping from spraying her as he does so. Holy moly that's some strong stuff right there. He manages to swallow it all without actually choking, but it burns all the way down his throat, and leaves his whole face feeling too warm. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head quickly and gives Ryoko a startled sort of look.]
Phew! Man... that's... [A sharp exhale and he rubs at one eyebrow.] And you chug your weight in this stuff like every night? [How are you not dead.]
[ At that first cough, Ryoko can't help the corners of her mouth tugging upward into a smile that's perhaps a bit too big for her face and, well, she laughs. She can't not laugh. It wasn't her intention to evoke such a reaction with her choice this time, mind you, but it's.. still very much funny to her considering the poison she picked was one she downs easy and frequently. Maybe give her a minute to stop holding her side with one hand. ]
Well, yeah. What else am I going to drink? Water?
[ That's even funnier, actually, and she bursts out laughing again. ]
[He clears his throat and then gives her an odd look.]
Wh... I mean, maybe? [One eyebrow inches up toward his hairline.] I'm made'a mostly water, aren't you? [Well, maybe he's made of mostly Darkness, as he is now, but the point still stands.] I know y'ain't exactly human, but are people from your world made up of carbon and booze?
Whoa, easy, I didn't mean any offense. But, I mean... ya got those yellow cat eyes and the elf ears and you told me you're like five thousand-some years old. [He ticks these things off on his fingers as he goes.] You can drink your weight in booze and not die, and also you can fly and shoot lasers out of your hands. So, I mean... [He shrugs.] I've been to a lot of places and met a lot of people, but I never met a human that could do all that.
[He shakes his head then and turns his palms upward, a sort of offering gesture.]
Look, I ain't exactly human either, it's not an insult.
[ A touch sensitive? Ryoko has never claimed she isn't when it comes to certain things, but there's something in the way that Axel ticks off his points that keeps her from shaking into tears and, or outrage. There's no name calling, for one, and he isn't rude or demeaning, leaving her not quite at a loss, but rubbing at the back of her head all the same. ]
I figured. You're obviously humanoid, but you don't smell like any Earthling I've met.
[ Not naturally, anyway. He smells like fire and kind of earthy, wet... ]
[He could never call her names. He likes her, for starters, but Axel has a little more class than that--when he insults people, he definitely does it with a bit more flair than your run of the mill bully, okay. Her remark would catch him off guard if Zexion hadn't always been so weird about smelling Darkness all the time. He can smell it, too; there's a distinctive sort of aura to Nobodies and others who have had extended contact with the Darkness (he can smell it on Riku, too, though it's a little different, because the kid still has a heart). Still, he raises one arm to sniff, and then gives Ryoko a feigned look of apology.]
Sorry. I showered yesterday, I promise. [Please clap.]
Far out? [He puzzles for a moment before he realizes she's probably asking about his travels.] Ah, that's... it's a little more complicated than that. The way my colleagues and I traveled wasn't exactly linear, so it's less about distance, really. The different worlds, where I come from... they're scattered, like... [He makes a gesture like dropping something from his hand.] Like if you dropped a hollow glass sphere, and the pieces just went everywhere. They were all connected once, a really long time ago, and when they split apart, some drifted really far, and others didn't go far at all, but they're all still entirely separated, and most worlds don't even realize there are other worlds out there, anymore. [He narrows his eyes a little, curious.] 'Earthling', there's a word I don't hear too often. I think a lot of the worlds I've been to used to be part of a larger one called Earth, but no one uses that word for their world anymore.
[ She snorts at his initial response only to find herself blinking as she works through the scientific process of how exactly this whole split world business would have occurred, which results in more blinking. ]
Earth is a planet, but it's also a pretty universal term referring to dirt or soil, so.
[ A gesture. She's kind of a little undecided on where to go with this... entire conversation, really. It would've been a lot easier if he'd been mean. ]
You remember my profile on that thing, right?
[ That's it, "that thing". "That stupid, damned thing" now that she thinks about it, actually. ]
Oh, so you're calling me a dirtling, I see. Rude. I have a very thorough hygiene regimen, okay.
[He is, of course, kidding as usual. Well, not about he hygiene part, but. Oh, you know what he means.]
The thing? Oh, right, the thing, yeah, ah... science experiment, pirate, demon... sake, comics... [He glances at her, then at the flask of booze.] You'd probably be less thirsty if you drank water, just sayin'.
[He makes a noise in the back of his throat and snaps one hand up in alarm.]
S... soundtrack? [No, the tips of his ears aren't turning red in embarrassment you're imagining things.] L-look, I didn't think anybody was listening, okay? [Doesn't everyone sing in the shower??]
[ That pout gives way to something much closer to a grin as she leans in. ]
Unless you count the one-woman audience that is little ole me, of course! What, did you think you were singing quietly or something? That your roommate would ignore those dulcet tones?
Whaddaya mean, what's it supposed to mean? [He gives her a puzzled look.] Half the time you're not here. And don't tell me you got a job, either; at least my absences are putting food in the fridge, sheesh.
[He steeples his hands and taps his fingertips together, then meets Ryoko's eye.]
You know, you actually don't do a bad impression of me.
[Axel that isn't what she asked.]
[He draws in a slow breath and then sighs softly, leaning forward to set the little cup she'd given him down on the table before he sits back against the couch. He's done his best to avoid this subject, but ultimately he knows he should be honest with her; she's his friend, and he cares about her--as much as he's capable, anyway--and he's already learned the hard way that lies of omission are still lies and still have the capacity to really hurt people. This isn't quite the same, it isn't like he's not telling her about herself, but somehow lying about his nature just doesn't sit right with him. He hadn't really meant to say what he'd said, and he hadn't even really thought about his use of self-effacing sarcasm until she'd picked up on just how odd his words had been. She's more perceptive and clever than he'd given her credit for, and he probably should have been more careful.]
[Well, change has to start somewhere, right?]
I meant what I said, when I said I wasn't exactly human. I mean, I guess you figured that out already. [He folds his arms a little uncomfortably.] I don't smell like your dirtlings 'cuz I'm... not one, not really. [Ugh, why is this so hard to explain?] Ah... so... You know how they say there's two sides to everything? Well, the same kinda goes for people. In a way, you could say I'm... only half a person.
[It's a start. He's still working on his presentation, okay?]
[ Look, she takes her impressions very seriously. Probably could've stood to give her hair a fluff for good effect, but her performance remains flawless. If he hadn't continued, she might have ventured a bow, but continue he did and she watches, listens. ]
Half a person?
[ She echoes, wondering at that. There are some straws she can grasp at in trying to understand that statement, but something tells her he's not quite finished. ]
[Now that he's spilled these beans, he's starting to regret it, less because he doesn't trust Ryoko with the information and more because it's just difficult to explain. He hesitates a moment, then blows a sigh up toward his hairline.]
It's a little complicated. Ah... Where do I start? [He gestures vaguely with his hands.] So most sentient living things, in my experience, anyway, have a fairly comparable sort of makeup. Brain, lungs, stomach... [He makes a fist with one hand and holds it over the left side of his chest.] Heart.
Now... admittedly, the heart is kind of a special case, because there's the organ, the thing that pumps blood through your body, but there's also a more... ethereal heart, you know? The heart that drives your emotions, the heart that holds the things dear to you. The heart that can be full of light, or full of darkness. [He rubs his thumb against the ridge of his collarbone awkwardly, then sighs again, softly this time.] If a heart becomes consumed by the Darkness--either by choice, or by outside forces, like the Storm, for example--the person it belongs to gets split into two parts: the heart itself, which becomes a shadowy creature driven only by desire and hunger and emotion, and... the other half. The half that has the personality and the body, but... no heart.
[This time he sort of gestures to all of himself, hoping she gets the point.]
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Okay! So we've got some options. Do you want what I was having just now or would you like to be even more adventurous?
[ She's... legitimately eying a line of bottles at the end of this beam. RIP, Axel. ]
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Uh... I dunno, surprise me?
[Axel, no.]
I like sweets, so... I dunno, something flavor... y.
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Just don't ask her where she got such things. ]
This should do the trick!
[ And she plops gently down by him on the soda with her legs crossed. The bottle is in one hand and the saucer and cups in the other. Give her a jiffy to pop the cork into rebounding off the ceiling and pour him a proper cup and offer it to him with a big old smile on her face.
RIP, Axel. It's not El Nysan absinthe, but... ]
Well? Go on!
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[He leans back into the couch as she returns with a bottle and a saucer cup, and he can smell how strong this stuff is as soon as she pops the cork. He's hardly a connoisseur, but anybody who's ever had a hangover in their life knows the smell of a really strong drink when they encounter it. He's got no idea what Ryoko's pouring, but he suddenly thinks maybe he should have been a little more specific after all.]
[Hesitantly, he sits forward and accepts the saucer. Well, it's small, at least; it isn't like she poured him a big stein of this paint thinner. Axel has decided it's high time he really did become a man of his word, and Light dammit, he said he would have a drink with her, and so have a drink he shall. He lifts the saucer gingerly in half a toast toward her, then throws it back.]
[--And instantly coughs, barely keeping from spraying her as he does so. Holy moly that's some strong stuff right there. He manages to swallow it all without actually choking, but it burns all the way down his throat, and leaves his whole face feeling too warm. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head quickly and gives Ryoko a startled sort of look.]
Phew! Man... that's... [A sharp exhale and he rubs at one eyebrow.] And you chug your weight in this stuff like every night? [How are you not dead.]
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Well, yeah. What else am I going to drink? Water?
[ That's even funnier, actually, and she bursts out laughing again. ]
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Wh... I mean, maybe? [One eyebrow inches up toward his hairline.] I'm made'a mostly water, aren't you? [Well, maybe he's made of mostly Darkness, as he is now, but the point still stands.] I know y'ain't exactly human, but are people from your world made up of carbon and booze?
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Oh, and Axel? No. ]
Not exactly human? What's that supposed to mean?
[ She's putting a pin in the whole world bit. That can wait. ]
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Whoa, easy, I didn't mean any offense. But, I mean... ya got those yellow cat eyes and the elf ears and you told me you're like five thousand-some years old. [He ticks these things off on his fingers as he goes.] You can drink your weight in booze and not die, and also you can fly and shoot lasers out of your hands. So, I mean... [He shrugs.] I've been to a lot of places and met a lot of people, but I never met a human that could do all that.
[He shakes his head then and turns his palms upward, a sort of offering gesture.]
Look, I ain't exactly human either, it's not an insult.
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I figured. You're obviously humanoid, but you don't smell like any Earthling I've met.
[ Not naturally, anyway. He smells like fire and kind of earthy, wet... ]
Just how far out have you been, anyway?
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Sorry. I showered yesterday, I promise. [
Please clap.]Far out? [He puzzles for a moment before he realizes she's probably asking about his travels.] Ah, that's... it's a little more complicated than that. The way my colleagues and I traveled wasn't exactly linear, so it's less about distance, really. The different worlds, where I come from... they're scattered, like... [He makes a gesture like dropping something from his hand.] Like if you dropped a hollow glass sphere, and the pieces just went everywhere. They were all connected once, a really long time ago, and when they split apart, some drifted really far, and others didn't go far at all, but they're all still entirely separated, and most worlds don't even realize there are other worlds out there, anymore. [He narrows his eyes a little, curious.] 'Earthling', there's a word I don't hear too often. I think a lot of the worlds I've been to used to be part of a larger one called Earth, but no one uses that word for their world anymore.
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Earth is a planet, but it's also a pretty universal term referring to dirt or soil, so.
[ A gesture. She's kind of a little undecided on where to go with this... entire conversation, really. It would've been a lot easier if he'd been mean. ]
You remember my profile on that thing, right?
[ That's it, "that thing". "That stupid, damned thing" now that she thinks about it, actually. ]
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[He is, of course, kidding as usual. Well, not about he hygiene part, but. Oh, you know what he means.]
The thing? Oh, right, the thing, yeah, ah... science experiment, pirate, demon... sake, comics... [He glances at her, then at the flask of booze.] You'd probably be less thirsty if you drank water, just sayin'.
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[ She's got several of his little shower concerts recorded on her phone. Been thinking about making a playlist out of it, maybe. ]
The water thing isn't happenin -- hey!
[ Someone is deserving of a pinch? She's trying to be serious here!!! She may be pouting. ]
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S... soundtrack? [No, the tips of his ears aren't turning red in embarrassment you're imagining things.] L-look, I didn't think anybody was listening, okay? [Doesn't everyone sing in the shower??]
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[ That pout gives way to something much closer to a grin as she leans in. ]
Unless you count the one-woman audience that is little ole me, of course! What, did you think you were singing quietly or something? That your roommate would ignore those dulcet tones?
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You don't know how right you are.
[He leans back a little when she leans in close, and makes a nervous noise before pulling at the back of his neck.]
I guess I just didn't figure you'd care, sheesh. Half the time you're not home during the day anyway, so...
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Well, half the day you're at work, anyway, so I'd call it even.
[ Sort of.
Wait. ]
What's that supposed to mean?
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You don't know how right you are. What's the deal?
[ Totally ignoring that whole her not being there during the day and the job remark... ]
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You know, you actually don't do a bad impression of me.
[Axel that isn't what she asked.]
[He draws in a slow breath and then sighs softly, leaning forward to set the little cup she'd given him down on the table before he sits back against the couch. He's done his best to avoid this subject, but ultimately he knows he should be honest with her; she's his friend, and he cares about her--as much as he's capable, anyway--and he's already learned the hard way that lies of omission are still lies and still have the capacity to really hurt people. This isn't quite the same, it isn't like he's not telling her about herself, but somehow lying about his nature just doesn't sit right with him. He hadn't really meant to say what he'd said, and he hadn't even really thought about his use of self-effacing sarcasm until she'd picked up on just how odd his words had been. She's more perceptive and clever than he'd given her credit for, and he probably should have been more careful.]
[Well, change has to start somewhere, right?]
I meant what I said, when I said I wasn't exactly human. I mean, I guess you figured that out already. [He folds his arms a little uncomfortably.] I don't smell like your dirtlings 'cuz I'm... not one, not really. [Ugh, why is this so hard to explain?] Ah... so... You know how they say there's two sides to everything? Well, the same kinda goes for people. In a way, you could say I'm... only half a person.
[It's a start. He's still working on his presentation, okay?]
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Half a person?
[ She echoes, wondering at that. There are some straws she can grasp at in trying to understand that statement, but something tells her he's not quite finished. ]
You look pretty whole to me.
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It's a little complicated. Ah... Where do I start? [He gestures vaguely with his hands.] So most sentient living things, in my experience, anyway, have a fairly comparable sort of makeup. Brain, lungs, stomach... [He makes a fist with one hand and holds it over the left side of his chest.] Heart.
Now... admittedly, the heart is kind of a special case, because there's the organ, the thing that pumps blood through your body, but there's also a more... ethereal heart, you know? The heart that drives your emotions, the heart that holds the things dear to you. The heart that can be full of light, or full of darkness. [He rubs his thumb against the ridge of his collarbone awkwardly, then sighs again, softly this time.] If a heart becomes consumed by the Darkness--either by choice, or by outside forces, like the Storm, for example--the person it belongs to gets split into two parts: the heart itself, which becomes a shadowy creature driven only by desire and hunger and emotion, and... the other half. The half that has the personality and the body, but... no heart.
[This time he sort of gestures to all of himself, hoping she gets the point.]