-May opts to go with something suiting the mood, something warm and rich. Well beyond her usual price range, but that was the benefit of her work, after all.-
That stuff is like two grand a bottle, by the way. -Almost bragging.-
[Freya doesn't make a big show of a reaction, but she clearly likes it from how approval passes over her expression in stages. That little tidbit, though, was not nearly as appreciated with the stare that Freya turns to May.]
Why would you tell me that?
[She's making a lot more money with the FD now, but... goddamn, she'll never be able to afford that.]
Because it's not every day you get to feel like a true playa, nah'mean? -May giggled.-
It's on the house. You know me and Majima go way back, so it's no big deal... You and me go way back, too. So I gotta start giving you more respect. I'm sorry.
[Freya looks at the drink, tapping her fingers idly on the table. While May's doling out that kind of generosity (on Majima's behalf), Freya wanted to take advantage of it; this was good shit. At the same time, though... getting drunk was dangerous, now.]
[She should tell May.]
[Freya glances back up with a smile.] So long as we're good, yeah?
[She drums her fingers again, a little faster this time, and takes another drink.] Good thing, too. I've got something to say of my own. Kinda a big deal, though. Dunno if you want to wait until you're off work.
I mean, I just got Majima to give us a high shelf bottle for nothin' so I definitely had better not do that anyways or I'm gonna get my pay docked. -It made sense to her, at least. But there was a definite worried look in her eyes all the same.-
[It was funny, in an almost morbid way, how much easier this has gotten. Freya regardless takes a deep breath in a brief, but still uncharacteristic bit of hesitation.]
Pretty good chance I'm more or less dying. [And just spits it out casually. There wasn't any point to tip-toeing about it.]
-The whole world seemed to stop, at least within the realm of their shared table. The band kept playing, Dizzy Gillespie's "Sunny Side of the Street", a song that was, ironically, about facing all of the darkness of life with overwhelming optimism. But in May's expression, it was nearly impossible to find any of that optimism...-
[More tapping at the table, but this time, there's the barest hint of anxiety to it. It was easier, yes, but all that turmoil was still down there, buried deep away from the surface.]
I've... had this weird thing on my arm for a few weeks, now. It's something that other me had; a curse, kinda. From everything I remember, it's probably gonna turn me into a monster sometime soon. Don't know how long I've got, but I know I've got some time.
Wait. -Probably more forceful than she'd meant for it to be. She raises her finger, a literal stop, before finishing the rest of her drink, letting it come back down heavily onto the table.-
You said you were gonna die, now you're saying you're just gonna change. So which is it?
[Her brow creases, and the corners of her mouth twitch into a scowl.]
Don't you give me that. My past self was obsessed with makin' this thing go away, and I've wracked my brain and a couple others for some magic fix-all ideas. Just 'cause I'm keeping my head on straight doesn't mean I've thrown the fight.
-She wanted to keep arguing... not because she had a point, but because the part of her that was still so petulantly childish wanted to. Because to do otherwise would be to accept what Freya has, that it's an inevitability, and they needed to prepare for it.
May wilted, slumping into her seat... the argument never came.-
[The silence sits heavy between them, and Freya has to fight to keep from reaching for her drink just to do something with it.]
Keep your chin up, yeah? We don't know what'll happen. All those crazy powers I've got showed up way before this thing, and this grand curse of mine's supposed to be the source of all that. Might not work the same, here.
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That stuff is like two grand a bottle, by the way. -Almost bragging.-
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Why would you tell me that?
[She's making a lot more money with the FD now, but... goddamn, she'll never be able to afford that.]
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It's on the house. You know me and Majima go way back, so it's no big deal... You and me go way back, too. So I gotta start giving you more respect. I'm sorry.
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[Freya looks at the drink, tapping her fingers idly on the table. While May's doling out that kind of generosity (on Majima's behalf), Freya wanted to take advantage of it; this was good shit. At the same time, though... getting drunk was dangerous, now.]
[She should tell May.]
[Freya glances back up with a smile.] So long as we're good, yeah?
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[She drums her fingers again, a little faster this time, and takes another drink.] Good thing, too. I've got something to say of my own. Kinda a big deal, though. Dunno if you want to wait until you're off work.
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What's goin' on sis?
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Pretty good chance I'm more or less dying. [And just spits it out casually. There wasn't any point to tip-toeing about it.]
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I've... had this weird thing on my arm for a few weeks, now. It's something that other me had; a curse, kinda. From everything I remember, it's probably gonna turn me into a monster sometime soon. Don't know how long I've got, but I know I've got some time.
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You said you were gonna die, now you're saying you're just gonna change. So which is it?
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Changing. If you're soulless and mindless you might as well be dead. Kinda worse off, actually.
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It sounds to me like you're just giving up.
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Don't you give me that. My past self was obsessed with makin' this thing go away, and I've wracked my brain and a couple others for some magic fix-all ideas. Just 'cause I'm keeping my head on straight doesn't mean I've thrown the fight.
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May wilted, slumping into her seat... the argument never came.-
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Keep your chin up, yeah? We don't know what'll happen. All those crazy powers I've got showed up way before this thing, and this grand curse of mine's supposed to be the source of all that. Might not work the same, here.
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Didn't mean to be that much of a downer after our little make-up session. Thought you should know.
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... Aren't we?