[Is he actually going to go out and spend his own chroma on a loaf of bread for this whiner? Yes he is. It's sourdough because Abbacchio is sour. He will arrive with the bread... shortly.]
Anyway, whenever Kakyoin decides to get around to stopping by, Abbacchio isn't even the one to greet him by the door. It's Moody Blues, tilting his head curiously.]
Anyway, here's what's happening in Kakyoin's day: he paid real money to take bread to Abbacchio, half to sass him some more and half because he knows no other way to demonstrate giving a shit about someone's overt drinking problem, and what should happen but!!! He gets to stare right at Abbacchio's Stand!!!
[Very slowly, Moody Blues lifts a hand, as if to say "hey" before opening the door more for Kakyoin. He does take the bread, bowing his head a little.
The Stand trails into the apartment, leaving the door open to invite Kakyoin in.
The apartment isn't horrible, but it definitely is a bachelor pad of Hot Topic puked everywhere. There are a few empty wine bottles next to Abbacchio, who's sitting on his couch nursing a headache. At least he did apparently get himself some water, but he still looks miserable.
Abbacchio sees his Stand with the bread, then peers around at Kakyoin.]
[the bread has been got, all gamers can rest easy now
Kakyoin would like to just stand around and stare at Moody Blues now, actually... No, he's coming in, and dares give the Hot Topic reject zone a cursory glance before deciding this is exactly what he expected.
Damn, you didn't even steal it. It won't taste as good now.
[glad to not disappoint with his taste in decor. the table lamp even has studs and spikes on it.
anyway. moody blues is holding out the bread while abbacchio is grumbling and taking it. he does not, at least, seem to care it's sour dough. he probably even likes it.]
[At the very least, that's the closest to jovial he's felt in awhile.
It takes a bit of effort, but Abbacchio finally stands. Moody Blues fades back to where all Stands go when they aren't being used while he gets some water ready for tea.]
I guess sit and make yourself comfortable.
[Not that he has much to offer, but if Kakyoin's staying for tea, what else can he do.]
[He leans against the wall, waiting for the kettle to boil. IT'S AWFUL. WAITING.]
But yeah, I got some... fresh shitty news. So. [Abbacchio shrugs helplessly. He knows himself, he knew exactly what he was going to do and that he was going to wake up feeling like shit. So here he is, picking at sourdough bread and nibbling at it.]
[For a moment, Abbacchio is quiet. It's almost hard to say if he's even going to answer, since it's long enough that eventually the kettle starts to whistle, louder and louder.
He takes it off the burner, pouring the water into one of his few prized possessions that has any amount of taste to it.]
Learned I wasn't the only one who died in our friend group.
I could deal with everything that's happened if I was the only one. No huge loss. But it doesn't sit right, knowing there are others.
I can't undo what happened to them. I know that. Still fucking sucks.
[Why does it always come back to being dead. Actually, that's not really much of a surprise, but Kakyoin thinks it anyway. Surely, being dead should be the thing that gives a person a break.]
Neither was I— the only one, that is. But I wasn't the first.
[And he's honestly not sure about, uh, everybody's respective time-based perspectives, so he doesn't want to think about it. Still: once again, against all odds, he gets it.]
If I uncover the secret to making it any easier, I'll let you know.
Yeah, well. I'm far from the expert of figuring out how to handle my shit, so. Here we are.
[here we are and his old drinking problem]
Sucks, though. Doesn't it? But then, you go into these situations, knowing it's possible. You just hope otherwise.
[They all knew. They knew that it was possible that some if not all of them would die. Even told Bruno as such, that his choice essentially meant committing suicide.
So it's not unexpected, but it still hurts. And it'll hurt for a long time coming.]
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[Is he actually going to go out and spend his own chroma on a loaf of bread for this whiner? Yes he is. It's sourdough because Abbacchio is sour. He will arrive with the bread... shortly.]
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[whiner dont you mean WINER
Anyway, whenever Kakyoin decides to get around to stopping by, Abbacchio isn't even the one to greet him by the door. It's Moody Blues, tilting his head curiously.]
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Anyway, here's what's happening in Kakyoin's day: he paid real money to take bread to Abbacchio, half to sass him some more and half because he knows no other way to demonstrate giving a shit about someone's overt drinking problem, and what should happen but!!! He gets to stare right at Abbacchio's Stand!!!
NICE be cool kakyoin]
Oh— hi. [He holds up. The bread.]
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The Stand trails into the apartment, leaving the door open to invite Kakyoin in.
The apartment isn't horrible, but it definitely is a bachelor pad of Hot Topic puked everywhere. There are a few empty wine bottles next to Abbacchio, who's sitting on his couch nursing a headache. At least he did apparently get himself some water, but he still looks miserable.
Abbacchio sees his Stand with the bread, then peers around at Kakyoin.]
Huh. You really brought some.
[got that bread, gamer]
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Kakyoin would like to just stand around and stare at Moody Blues now, actually... No, he's coming in, and dares give the Hot Topic reject zone a cursory glance before deciding this is exactly what he expected.
Yep... this is a situation...]
I said I would. It's legal bread, too.
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[glad to not disappoint with his taste in decor. the table lamp even has studs and spikes on it.
anyway. moody blues is holding out the bread while abbacchio is grumbling and taking it. he does not, at least, seem to care it's sour dough. he probably even likes it.]
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[Lucky for Abbacchio, sourdough is actually the best bread and he is very welcome for this generosity.
god that's a hideous lamp]
Do you usually have your Stand feed you bread?
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[his lamp is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL how dare you]
Oh yeah, that's his Stand power. Feeds me bread.
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Can't be, or you wouldn't have needed someone to get you any.
[And yet this is still a cool Stand meeting, bread feeding aside... check out that neat Stand... hell yes.....]
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[Abbacchio rubs his forehead, plucking at the loaf.]
Making some tea. You want any?
[Pause, then a faint smirk.] Real tea. Just so we're clear.
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Sure. And that's real bread, for the record.
[Like, he bought it at a store, but for the sake of the bit it has to be said.]
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[At the very least, that's the closest to jovial he's felt in awhile.
It takes a bit of effort, but Abbacchio finally stands. Moody Blues fades back to where all Stands go when they aren't being used while he gets some water ready for tea.]
I guess sit and make yourself comfortable.
[Not that he has much to offer, but if Kakyoin's staying for tea, what else can he do.]
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Or: he will just sit on the couch like a normal person does. Maybe consider the spiky lamp while he waits. Or these many empty bottles.]
So.
[SO......HOW U BEEN]
Rough day?
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[He leans against the wall, waiting for the kettle to boil. IT'S AWFUL. WAITING.]
But yeah, I got some... fresh shitty news. So. [Abbacchio shrugs helplessly. He knows himself, he knew exactly what he was going to do and that he was going to wake up feeling like shit. So here he is, picking at sourdough bread and nibbling at it.]
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Kakyoin considers, and decides he is already here, so.]
How shitty, exactly?
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[no you're not his capo. he plucks that bread like an uncultured bastard.]
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anyway....a certified 20 huh. extra rough.]
Was this before or after you sent those messages the other day?
[or: how long has this particular sad drunk episode lasted??]
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A little after, actually.
[still been a few days!!]
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Hmm. Alright, I'll just come out and ask: what was the news about?
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He takes it off the burner, pouring the water into one of his few prized possessions that has any amount of taste to it.]
Learned I wasn't the only one who died in our friend group.
I could deal with everything that's happened if I was the only one. No huge loss. But it doesn't sit right, knowing there are others.
I can't undo what happened to them. I know that. Still fucking sucks.
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Neither was I— the only one, that is. But I wasn't the first.
[And he's honestly not sure about, uh, everybody's respective time-based perspectives, so he doesn't want to think about it. Still: once again, against all odds, he gets it.]
If I uncover the secret to making it any easier, I'll let you know.
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[here we are and his old drinking problem]
Sucks, though. Doesn't it? But then, you go into these situations, knowing it's possible. You just hope otherwise.
[They all knew. They knew that it was possible that some if not all of them would die. Even told Bruno as such, that his choice essentially meant committing suicide.
So it's not unexpected, but it still hurts. And it'll hurt for a long time coming.]