( abel's usual circuitous pontification phasing out and being replaced by something cut-and-dry that cuts to the quick is the first thing to garner a faint sense of interest from the demon. perhaps it's just an innate intrigue into the changeability of things, of how the circumstances surrounding them have finally managed to shift to the point that the priest would adopt a new method of communication.
there is a cautious, tense pause. )
You have curious timing.
( makoto typically drinks with a purpose. though he often claims to be too young to legally partake (not that it matters here), it's just an easy "out" when offered — to drink with them had very nearly been the social imposition of many of his clients when working for datenshou, and for others... well, it had sometimes been a useful tool to make entertaining them less tedious or irritating. he's not really the type to drown his sorrows, preferring to keep his mind sharp in any moment of perceived vulnerability. the one exception to this was that one night over three years ago — the night after he'd truly been made a demon, and he'd been handed a bottle of liquor by the man who'd taken the last fragment of his humanity from him. they'd stood on the balcony in the chill air; he forced himself to drink from the handle, and fjord had given him advice that he uses to this day. "you have to use days like this. use them as fuel for your motivation, or nothing good will ever happen to you." before coming here, he'd been makoto's first and only friend, and his advice had been far more useful than the alcohol had.
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there is a cautious, tense pause. )
You have curious timing.
( makoto typically drinks with a purpose. though he often claims to be too young to legally partake (not that it matters here), it's just an easy "out" when offered — to drink with them had very nearly been the social imposition of many of his clients when working for datenshou, and for others... well, it had sometimes been a useful tool to make entertaining them less tedious or irritating. he's not really the type to drown his sorrows, preferring to keep his mind sharp in any moment of perceived vulnerability. the one exception to this was that one night over three years ago — the night after he'd truly been made a demon, and he'd been handed a bottle of liquor by the man who'd taken the last fragment of his humanity from him. they'd stood on the balcony in the chill air; he forced himself to drink from the handle, and fjord had given him advice that he uses to this day. "you have to use days like this. use them as fuel for your motivation, or nothing good will ever happen to you." before coming here, he'd been makoto's first and only friend, and his advice had been far more useful than the alcohol had.
for the moment, he only asks: ) Where?