when she arrives, the space netzach has taken over in the living room is... pretty much what you'd expect. there are cans on the table and a couple other flat surfaces, a bottle here and there; an easel is set up near the couch, and assorted art supplies are scattered around, not entirely contained to one area. he's made space on the couch by just sort of shoving the bedding and pillow he's been using aside or draping it over the backrest, so while it's messy, there's still room to sit and the floor isn't covered in things (for once).]
I didn't doubt you. I figured if there was anything around, you'd pick it up so I wouldn't have a reason to chuck you out the window.
[ In a normal greeting tone of voice, because this is just how she is, and she ambles over to the couch to plop down on it as though she has no qualms with the mess.
[how long has it been? it was probably giovanni who last heard that, actually.
he's already got a bottle of champagne he'd picked up sitting on the table, and after she takes a seat, he flops down next to her before popping it open. did he remember glasses? no. does he figure it matters? also no.]
[ We are nothing if not capable of improvising, let's be real. ]
I don't think I knew your birthday even back in the original facility. Really makes you wonder, though, what these bodies will do if we're long enough to hold onto 'em. Actually age?
No idea. Maybe I'd try to see how my old district is doing. Or look into these Lobotomy Corp places that have some kind of connection with Don's company.
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now okay?
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make sure i don't immediately trip over a beer can
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[well, at least there's that.
when she arrives, the space netzach has taken over in the living room is... pretty much what you'd expect. there are cans on the table and a couple other flat surfaces, a bottle here and there; an easel is set up near the couch, and assorted art supplies are scattered around, not entirely contained to one area. he's made space on the couch by just sort of shoving the bedding and pillow he's been using aside or draping it over the backrest, so while it's messy, there's still room to sit and the floor isn't covered in things (for once).]
Hey, Gebura. Told you it'd be fine.
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[ In a normal greeting tone of voice, because this is just how she is, and she ambles over to the couch to plop down on it as though she has no qualms with the mess.
She doesn't. ]
Happy Birthday, I guess.
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[how long has it been? it was probably giovanni who last heard that, actually.
he's already got a bottle of champagne he'd picked up sitting on the table, and after she takes a seat, he flops down next to her before popping it open. did he remember glasses? no. does he figure it matters? also no.]
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I don't think I knew your birthday even back in the original facility. Really makes you wonder, though, what these bodies will do if we're long enough to hold onto 'em. Actually age?
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[hard to do if your body refuses to age, or to wear down. he's lived enough of the functionally immortal life already.
netzach takes a drink from the bottle before passing it to her.]
What about you?
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What about me? Are you asking what I want to do when everything wraps up?
[ A pause, to tip the bottle back to take a healthy swig. Champagne is not really a drink to chug, but this is fine. ]
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Yeah. If there is anything. I wouldn't really blame any of us for just being tired, after it's all over with.
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