[The truth is that he's not real good at conceding anything either, but particularly when it comes to imagination and how it relates to the world, whether it be his own or someone else's. That being said hide and not-so-ghost seek hours are apparently now and continuing, because while Subete is not meeting anyone's eye at this point except possibly that of the fish he's consuming, it still helps to hoist himself on a hill of his own making somewhere amidst all the literal hills around them.
A little momentum and a good endless round of drinks can go a long way like this; and the warmer the sake settles the warmer everything is, and the easier it is to dispense with lines (but not lines). For the moment he continues to concentrate on the fare set in front of him, with the ease and grace of that same long practice at doing things like table manners with little more than half a thought -- a little for the taste, and a little for his companion's taste as well, because that's what hosting is all about, certainly.
Hikage will find more of the greens nudged his way, because at this point Subete is in danger of monopolizing the fried goods. Oops.]
After the last few endings, I think I'm down for that. [there's something not-quite self-deprecating, crisp, weighing the still-quiet words; a darker note sneaks in a moment later] I don't know what else will change, or if destiny... has anything to do with it.
But I do plan to keep taking back what is within my grasp.
[The ominousness is maybe mitigated a little by the fried maki he then stuffs in his mouth with a chopsticked flourish.]
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[The truth is that he's not real good at conceding anything either, but particularly when it comes to imagination and how it relates to the world, whether it be his own or someone else's. That being said hide and not-so-ghost seek hours are apparently now and continuing, because while Subete is not meeting anyone's eye at this point except possibly that of the fish he's consuming, it still helps to hoist himself on a hill of his own making somewhere amidst all the literal hills around them.
A little momentum and a good endless round of drinks can go a long way like this; and the warmer the sake settles the warmer everything is, and the easier it is to dispense with lines (but not lines). For the moment he continues to concentrate on the fare set in front of him, with the ease and grace of that same long practice at doing things like table manners with little more than half a thought -- a little for the taste, and a little for his companion's taste as well, because that's what hosting is all about, certainly.
Hikage will find more of the greens nudged his way, because at this point Subete is in danger of monopolizing the fried goods. Oops.]
After the last few endings, I think I'm down for that. [there's something not-quite self-deprecating, crisp, weighing the still-quiet words; a darker note sneaks in a moment later] I don't know what else will change, or if destiny... has anything to do with it.
But I do plan to keep taking back what is within my grasp.
[The ominousness is maybe mitigated a little by the fried maki he then stuffs in his mouth with a chopsticked flourish.]