I don't like that fancy shit anyways, I had been sleeping on a regular prison bed for the past seven years, not like I need anythin' more luxurious now.
It's just that if you're going to insist on staying over, it'd still be rude to let you sleep somewhere that's super uncomfortable. [ don't think too much of it, not like she cares!! ]
But if you're fine with the couch, just use it. You can take my bed too if you want and then I'll sleep somewhere else, I don't care. Amakusa was always praising couches for being comfortable to sleep on either way.
[yeah he's already going to flop down on the couch, bringing his hands up and hooking them behind his head as he tries to get comfy. Kicking off his shoes now too!!!]
Like hell I would want your bed.... what kind of dude would kick a chick out of her bed? Seriously, maybe some pussy would.
[ .. Well, she was too tired to change into pyjamas either way, not like she's going to do it while Senji's in the room.. so she just fiddles with the buttons on her jacket, opting to just take that off instead before dropping back on the bed - her shoes were already off in her room to being with. ]
Why would I tell anyone about this? It'd just be embarassing. And then dad would blow a fuss over nothing and think weird stuff that isn't even going on.. [ pulling up the blankets-- she's just all curled up under it now. ]
[Yeah, he grows kinda quiet now, just staring at the ceiling. He's never been one for small talk, but something enters his mind here and he feels like expressing it.]
....Hey, Ange. [uh oh her actual name!!] ...You think it's too late for people like me? [too late meaning, he won't ever fit in properly again thanks to what's happened to him and being in prison, people like him being criminals and the sort. Talking about Battler being married made him think of it after all.]
[ She's almost about to close her eyes already, but when she hears him speak up again they go wide open instead for a moment. He usually never calls her by her first name, so something serious is bound to follow-- and so it does, making her grow a little more quiet as well as she thinks. ]
.. No, not at all. [ It's half-muffled against the blankets, but then she moves her face a little so she can speak more properly. ]
Honestly, I've met people who were way worse than you back in my world, and they were all supposed to be respectable members of society. [ all those corrupt people who were only out for her money. ] If they somehow fit in, you're definitely allowed a place in society along with the rest of us. I mean.. you're better than that, you wouldn't just kill me over something dumb like money.
[Well, that's a surprise, sounds like she's actually being... dere about this for once. Senji is staring at the ceiling, thinking about what she said to him. No, he wouldn't kill anyone over something like money- he's not like that at all. He frowns even more.]
D'ya know.... I even tried to get a job when I got out of prison. I was a shitty cop before, and a punk kid on top of that- so what kind of job could I get with my kind of record?
So I uh... even tried to slick my hair back and put on a suit. Had a job interview and everythin', I think they just stared at my eyepatch the whole time. In the end I stormed outta there, couldn't do it.
[ It's since she does care about him, okay.. He's saved her life before with the whole stabbing thing and he's helped her out a few times after, like even now-- the least she can do in return is being honest for once. Not like anyone else is listening either way, nobody will know, so..
But when she listens to what he's talking about, she's slowly trying to lazily imagine it. Senji in a suit.. with slicked back hair.. and no doubt he would have been the most awkward thing ever like that, trying to talk to the job interview people and then running out halfway through, nearly knocking over everything in his wake.. It does really sound like something that this guy would do, huh?
But thinking about something like that after everything that's happened today just seems so.. so surreal. Such a dumb mental image.. And thanks to all the events and all the emotions she's already released today, Ange can't actually hold herself back this once. So she doesn't even answer out loud, all that comes from the bed is an actual giggle. ]
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I don't like that fancy shit anyways, I had been sleeping on a regular prison bed for the past seven years, not like I need anythin' more luxurious now.
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But if you're fine with the couch, just use it. You can take my bed too if you want and then I'll sleep somewhere else, I don't care. Amakusa was always praising couches for being comfortable to sleep on either way.
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Like hell I would want your bed.... what kind of dude would kick a chick out of her bed? Seriously, maybe some pussy would.
[he yawns a bit though, closing his eye.]
Don't tell anyone about this either.
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Why would I tell anyone about this? It'd just be embarassing. And then dad would blow a fuss over nothing and think weird stuff that isn't even going on.. [ pulling up the blankets-- she's just all curled up under it now. ]
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....Hey, Ange. [uh oh her actual name!!] ...You think it's too late for people like me? [too late meaning, he won't ever fit in properly again thanks to what's happened to him and being in prison, people like him being criminals and the sort. Talking about Battler being married made him think of it after all.]
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.. No, not at all. [ It's half-muffled against the blankets, but then she moves her face a little so she can speak more properly. ]
Honestly, I've met people who were way worse than you back in my world, and they were all supposed to be respectable members of society. [ all those corrupt people who were only out for her money. ] If they somehow fit in, you're definitely allowed a place in society along with the rest of us. I mean.. you're better than that, you wouldn't just kill me over something dumb like money.
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D'ya know.... I even tried to get a job when I got out of prison. I was a shitty cop before, and a punk kid on top of that- so what kind of job could I get with my kind of record?
So I uh... even tried to slick my hair back and put on a suit. Had a job interview and everythin', I think they just stared at my eyepatch the whole time. In the end I stormed outta there, couldn't do it.
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But when she listens to what he's talking about, she's slowly trying to lazily imagine it. Senji in a suit.. with slicked back hair.. and no doubt he would have been the most awkward thing ever like that, trying to talk to the job interview people and then running out halfway through, nearly knocking over everything in his wake.. It does really sound like something that this guy would do, huh?
But thinking about something like that after everything that's happened today just seems so.. so surreal. Such a dumb mental image.. And thanks to all the events and all the emotions she's already released today, Ange can't actually hold herself back this once. So she doesn't even answer out loud, all that comes from the bed is an actual giggle. ]
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WAS THAT A FUCKING GIGGLE.
Senji shoots up suddenly, gripping the couch and looking over at her, his eye wide and he's just.... staring in disbelief.]
W..wait did I hear a laugh out of you-?! Did you seriously just laugh at me?! Hey...!
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I coughed. [ She very obviously really laughed, but Ange will be Ange so she's denying it even if it's obvious.. ]
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Liar.
[but he just shrugs, going back to lying down.]
Night red.
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[ And then, a far more mumbled (especially since she's already not facing him either way.. ]
.. Thanks.