Post by Bobbie on May 27, 2022 15:56:35 GMT -5
Shinsei sighed with relief and shook his head, in desperate need of the cigarette held in his lips and had no intention of doing without it. He did think the man’s joke was in poor taste, but chuckled anyway before he went about assisting Samantha with restraining the foes they had just defeated, only to see the woman nod toward the bar - it seemed his services were being redirected elsewhere.
Leaving the tying in her capable hands, he went to the bar to fetch two glasses of rum, free of charge from the owner, who was passing one cup after another, filled to the brim with their contents spilling over at times as the atmosphere was yet again replaced with merry laughter.
A drink in each hand, Shinsei moved to his blonde companion, a smoky trail wisping in his trail, until he finally sat down beside her with a fatigued sigh. Her enquiring brought a smile to his face as he waited for her to take her drink so that he could free up one hand and use it to take the cigarette out of his mouth. As usual, he’d blow the smoke away from her, as well as avoid any other patrons, then took a swig of his rum. It wasn't his favourite drink, but this seemed to be all that the owner was offering, as he was never asked what his order would be and it was only two of the same bottle held in each of the elderly man's hands being poured from into everybody's cups.
Taking a moment to simply bask in the lady’s attention, he let her question linger in the air for a moment longer, before he finally gave her a better answer.
“My body has been modified and can take more than your average beating.” He began to explain, averting her gaze for the time being as he considered how to word this delicately and how much detail to put into his answer. Should it be a story he’s ashamed to tell, after all? Perhaps not, whether his listener agreed or even understood what was happening, it was his story and that alone was enough reason to tell it with pride for rising from it.
This needed a second puff.
“Against my will, I was not aware of its happening - but I wouldn’t have survived my..." he hesitated with a subtle frown. "Accident... if it wasn’t done.”
Pausing as he silently hoped she would not go down the route of implying he should be grateful to the man who restored life in him, he lowered one hand and inserted it into his shirt to touch the wound, a subtle wince escaping his throat as his fingers teased the cut flesh, until his hand would return with his life fluid on their tips - a hot brown, viscous liquid that had a strong smell to match his cigarettes. “And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the source of my addiction!” he joked, humour being his most effective wall to protect himself behind, “Nicotine in my system keeps my mechanical organs functioning. As a result, I’m pretty resilient in a fight and can hold my ground pretty well. Not a bad trade off if you ignore the cost of these things!” he mused and gestured toward the cigarette in his hand, which was soon replaced in his mouth again after a long sip of his drink.
“What about you, what’s the story behind your pet?”
Leaving the tying in her capable hands, he went to the bar to fetch two glasses of rum, free of charge from the owner, who was passing one cup after another, filled to the brim with their contents spilling over at times as the atmosphere was yet again replaced with merry laughter.
A drink in each hand, Shinsei moved to his blonde companion, a smoky trail wisping in his trail, until he finally sat down beside her with a fatigued sigh. Her enquiring brought a smile to his face as he waited for her to take her drink so that he could free up one hand and use it to take the cigarette out of his mouth. As usual, he’d blow the smoke away from her, as well as avoid any other patrons, then took a swig of his rum. It wasn't his favourite drink, but this seemed to be all that the owner was offering, as he was never asked what his order would be and it was only two of the same bottle held in each of the elderly man's hands being poured from into everybody's cups.
Taking a moment to simply bask in the lady’s attention, he let her question linger in the air for a moment longer, before he finally gave her a better answer.
“My body has been modified and can take more than your average beating.” He began to explain, averting her gaze for the time being as he considered how to word this delicately and how much detail to put into his answer. Should it be a story he’s ashamed to tell, after all? Perhaps not, whether his listener agreed or even understood what was happening, it was his story and that alone was enough reason to tell it with pride for rising from it.
This needed a second puff.
“Against my will, I was not aware of its happening - but I wouldn’t have survived my..." he hesitated with a subtle frown. "Accident... if it wasn’t done.”
Pausing as he silently hoped she would not go down the route of implying he should be grateful to the man who restored life in him, he lowered one hand and inserted it into his shirt to touch the wound, a subtle wince escaping his throat as his fingers teased the cut flesh, until his hand would return with his life fluid on their tips - a hot brown, viscous liquid that had a strong smell to match his cigarettes. “And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the source of my addiction!” he joked, humour being his most effective wall to protect himself behind, “Nicotine in my system keeps my mechanical organs functioning. As a result, I’m pretty resilient in a fight and can hold my ground pretty well. Not a bad trade off if you ignore the cost of these things!” he mused and gestured toward the cigarette in his hand, which was soon replaced in his mouth again after a long sip of his drink.
“What about you, what’s the story behind your pet?”
Shinsei: #ba0303
