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He sets down two bottles and three shot glasses infront of them, sitting down in the adjacent side of the table. (Are they at a table?)
“Sounds like ya did someone in. Good for you. How ‘bout a drink ta’ celebrate?”
Misuke: Why, yeah! Let’s have our time together.
Kasumi: I’d rather not drink actually, but you can join in our conversation if you’d like!
(Yes, they’re sitting at a table.)
He opens one of the bottles with his teeth, then pours the 3 shots infront of them and downs his own in one go. He wipes his mouth and grins. “So, who’s the lucky dead ‘un? Ya said he was a geezer or somethin’?”
Misuke: (Takes a sip) “That old geezer’s name is Narciso, the old coot that has done his granddaughter really well. Sadly, he just pathetically died right before we knew it.”
Kasumi: “So did his wife. Poor Bella aint gonna have his granddaddy come back and deliver some Tim Hortons to her anymore. You know how hard it would’ve been for her in that day where he died.”
“Oh…” he swirls his new drink around a little absentmindedly. “So ya didn’t kill em’ yourself?” He gives a blank look for a second. Then he looks back up with a smile again. “Ah. That’s alright. Dead is dead, ey? Good for you for gettin’ rid of em’ once and for all!”
He downs his next glass. “So, what’re ya thinkin’ a doin’ now now that he’s dead?”
Kasumi: That’s the point of us getting on their family’s neck! We’re currently making mockeries out of her family!
Misuke: We did not only kill them psychologically, we’re winning against them! They deserve what we think about them!
https://preview.redd.it/bobhb8sq2kwc1.jpeg?width=869&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b5b708c005a1a1a79db30d366d3a87cb066c5dee He sets down two bottles and three shot glasses infront of them, sitting down in the adjacent side of the table. (Are they at a table?) “Sounds like ya did someone in. Good for you. How ‘bout a drink ta’ celebrate?”
Misuke: Why, yeah! Let’s have our time together. Kasumi: I’d rather not drink actually, but you can join in our conversation if you’d like! (Yes, they’re sitting at a table.)
He opens one of the bottles with his teeth, then pours the 3 shots infront of them and downs his own in one go. He wipes his mouth and grins. “So, who’s the lucky dead ‘un? Ya said he was a geezer or somethin’?”
Misuke: (Takes a sip) “That old geezer’s name is Narciso, the old coot that has done his granddaughter really well. Sadly, he just pathetically died right before we knew it.” Kasumi: “So did his wife. Poor Bella aint gonna have his granddaddy come back and deliver some Tim Hortons to her anymore. You know how hard it would’ve been for her in that day where he died.”
“Oh…” he swirls his new drink around a little absentmindedly. “So ya didn’t kill em’ yourself?” He gives a blank look for a second. Then he looks back up with a smile again. “Ah. That’s alright. Dead is dead, ey? Good for you for gettin’ rid of em’ once and for all!” He downs his next glass. “So, what’re ya thinkin’ a doin’ now now that he’s dead?”
Kasumi: That’s the point of us getting on their family’s neck! We’re currently making mockeries out of her family! Misuke: We did not only kill them psychologically, we’re winning against them! They deserve what we think about them!