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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He just sighs. He has words, lots of them, but he can't give them to Kurotsuchi.

He rubs his eyes, dizzy and no longer enjoying this drinking binge.]

Try.

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

I am.

[Though the snapping's mostly reflex by now. He wasn't sure if he'd drunk too much or not enough. The shinigami was still struck by the absurdity of the conversation, of the moment- that it was actually important.

That didn't mean he had any clue what he was doing, what he was even trying to explain.]

Normally, he's easy to work with. I respect his intelligence, he doesn't usually annoy me. He doesn't complain about my methods.

[None of that seemed right.] He possesses misery.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Yes, he does. You like misery?

[law-of-reason.livejournal.com]

That would be a strange way to put it.