boothill / allstarz

[refractures]

this man gets censored like the david statue in dubai

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[refractures]

[ Seo quietly watches the flame flicker out. ]

Oh, no. I actually have quite a bit of self-esteem. I also know that I have enough beauty to attract attention and I'm aware that acting like an annoying clown downplays that attraction too. While, yes, I don't want anyone to be particularly attracted to me, it's a nice advantage to have.

But in terms of liking myself? I like myself enough.

[ Is he depressed though? Oh, yeah. Definitely. ]

People think everything I do is weird. Why do I keep seeking death? Am I sad and just hiding it behind a friendly facade? No. But I do want to leave so that I can meet Ru again... I don't like being in photos or any recording, but if I bail out on a group photo, they'll say all sorts of things about me.

[shirtbag]

[ in goes some water and then he slides the glass over to seo. ]

I figured it was for him. [ to see rumeld. ] Why keep out of photos?

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I just don't like being in them. Is that not enough of a reason?

[ He will down it in portions so that he can savor what Boothill made for him at least. ]

[shirtbag]

[ shows my ass after i forgot about that part in his memshare ]

Hatsutori said somethin' about how you don't like leavin' traces of yourself behind. That's it, right?

[refractures]

[ There's only a quite and weak laugh followed by some silence. ]

... We don't have many variants in the place I come from. You're either a human or other animals. I...

[ ... ]

I looked the same for a long time. That's bound to catch attention, isn't it? My appearance is also unique, making me easily identifiable.

[shirtbag]

You don't have other people who know ya? People who're bound to catch on?

[refractures]

People either believe that I'm dead or they need me in some way.

[ Seo sighs and outstretches his arm in a half-shrug. ]

I may look like an airhead, but I was an advisor at some point, you know?

[shirtbag]

Advisor for what, exactly?

[refractures]

What the research institute used to be before it turned into a cult...

[ He sighs sooooo deeply. Man. ]

[shirtbag]

Was that institute meant to help ya finally end it all?

[refractures]

Hm... I figured that if they researched a fragment of mine, it could yield results for me specifically as a byproduct. Haha... I don't like mentioning that part.

[shirtbag]

Y'all hurt any innocent people, 'side from the cult bit?

[refractures]

No... well, not while I was around. It got worse after I "died" in the airplane.

[shirtbag]

Mm, that's what I thought. I ain't gonna blame ya for findin' ways out of your situation. I don't think that's why ya raised him.

[refractures]

Emotions... are pretty complicated.

[ Ha. He laughs a little. ]

[shirtbag]

Yeah, I'll bet.

How're you feelin' now? Like one more drink?

[refractures]

Mm.

[ He looks over at Boothill and he feels like he's about to ask for something unprecedented (to himself). ]

When I get knocked out, can you take me to my capsule thing?

[shirtbag]

Hope that means you're gonna black out from the drink and not somethin' else.

[ his expression softens. ]

Sure can, if ya let me know which one is yours.

[refractures]

[ Seo lets Boothill know the general location of his capsule thing so he's free to shove him in there when the time comes.

And yeah, he's definitely knocking out from the drink. He didn't seem drunk, but damn. His brain can't hold up being conscious.

...

So after a big swig of the last drink, he promptly conks the fuck out. ]

[shirtbag]

[ HE IS NOT SHOVING HIM!! boothill lets him drink however much he wants in silence. once seodore is splayed on the bar, boothill sets their glasses into the sink and walks around the counter.

then he gathers up seo carefully in his arms, his head resting on boothill's shoulder, and walks them out. ]