IC: Inbox (Jigoku-cho)

[kikuichi]

"Oya, I'm not around at the moment. Please leave a message and this old man will eventually sees it."

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[deathrespect]

( 'Well' might be a stretch. Although he supposes now that he's on the mend proper from everything, he's well enough. )

You too, man. You want a drink before we get into it? I'm buyin'.

[kikuichi]

[He take a seat, and nods.]

I'd love that. [A drink can help them relax first, before they can start talking. Will it help him understand or not? Who knows.] You can even surprise me. Pick whichever drinks for both of us.

[deathrespect]

( There's a small grin at that, a nod. Norimune is appreciated, even if their relationship already is a little ... strange, given what Samatoki remembers versus him.

He orders two drinks, then; whiskey-soda. Doubles. )

Hope that's okay. I think ...

( Samatoki pulls a face, contemplative. )

I think we drank some sake, though. Can't remember. The bar was a little ... limited in that city.

[kikuichi]

[While Norimune have his preferences, he's willing to give things a try if his companion's paying for it.]

Hm? Is it a poor bar? Or just hard to get stocks?

[Either it's money, or resources and supplies. Both paint slightly different pictures.]

[deathrespect]

( Both? Hard to say. He thinks on it. )

Ah. Hard to get stock, mostly ... But that was a city-wide thing.

( When the drinks arrive, Samatoki downs a bit of his. Good thing they don't water down the drinks in this part of town. )

Heh. I called you here and all, but I dunno where to start.

[kikuichi]

[He watches how Samatoki take his drinks. Depending on the drinks, it's either slowly savouring them or down them all in one go.]

How about from the beginning? Your beginning can be a good start.

[A person's own tale are usually the one they know best. Usually. Norimune takes his drink, feeling it going down his throat.]

[deathrespect]

... Makes sense.

( He might be too frazzled over all this. His inhale is a little shaky, but its deep and it steels himself enough against his own nerves. )

All right. I guess I could start with the dream and. The guy I woke up with in my head, hah.

( He proceeds to tell that part of the story: his crawling up and out of a puddle after an intense and strange dream, now with a mask and an Oni. )

... Heh. Kinda weird to lay it all out like that.