IC Contact

[foundafamily]

 Here's where your character can contact Firo if need be. Please specify the game; the date (or general time); and whether the meeting is action, voice, video, text, etc. 

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[fuck1ngusernam3]

[He turns back, frowning. After a second he reaches behind him to touch the bottle.]

Damn it.

[Busted.]

Look, maybe I should have come around just, just to ask how you were. So. I mean. I can just... come back. Later.

[Even as he says it he knows that's stupid. So much for leaving on the fucking high road.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo takes this as a win--and that nudges him into a better mood. He opens the door wider and jerks his head back.]

Come on. I haven't had it going for long enough to be as strong as you're probably used to, but I've got something. Honestly, I don't get why you had to start with all that crap.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[He hesitates just a second more, thinking, looking like he's tasting something bad. Then he raises his eyebrows to himself, purses his lips, and heads inside, easing past Firo.]

What, you want me to hammer on the door next time yellin at you to gimme that good shit? It's almost like you think I'm some kinda asshole.

[foundafamily]

[Firo lets the door swing shut as he heads for the container. He waves at Hank to hand him the bottle.]

Well, half of that's true.

[Spoilers, it's the asshole part.]

It's not gonna be as strong as what you're used to. I've only had it going a few days.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[He tilts his chin up, acknowledging the warning, and hands the bottle over. It's not the bottle he was using in Akvos; it feels weird to use that one. Lucky thing he has a spare.]

Hey, you want me to bang on the door in the middle of the night too? I mean, if people don't do anything to be decent I might as well go all the way.

[This is what you get, Firo, for not specifying which half is the true half. Not that Hank can't guess. But why wouldn't he be a shithead about it?]

[foundafamily]

[Firo dips the bottle into the bucket, careful to fill it mostly with liquid and not with some of the very suspect fruit chunks floating around.]

Come on, you know what I meant. People who aren't, you know. [He gropes briefly for the right word.] Friends and family.

[Close.

He doesn't know what he'd call the relationship he and Hank have; it's something around the wary acquaintanceship he had with Christopher and Dragon, but perhaps less guarded given that Hank isn't a man with shark teeth or a cannibal.]

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Huh.

[Well that's something learned about this guy. That clear division between 'friends and family' and 'everyone else', and the fact that there's more to that division that Hank probably doesn't have a good grasp on yet. It's an interesting little factoid and Hank watches him for a second, squirreling the observation away. Then, once that passes, he relaxes into this. This is starting to feel less like... like what he'd thought it was when he'd been walking up to Firo's door, and more like two guys sort of joking around at each other. Firo didn't have to be cool about this, but he is.]

Well, there are some people even around here who want to be nice to everyone for no good reason at all. I'd know, I've pissed a couple of em off. But, so- if I couldn't of come here just to check up on you, does that mean I'm still free to wake you up askin for shit if I want? I mean, if friends can do nice shit and gotta be considerate but I can't come by just to be nice... [He tilts his head and a hand back and forth in a 'either or' kind of gesture.] I feel like we're still not clear on that.

[foundafamily]

[A smile flickers briefly onto Firo's face when Hank mentions the relentlessly pleasant people--yep, he's run into some of those here.

He reaches over and grabs a cloth off a nearby box to wipe off the outside of the now-full bottle. The smile fizzles out at Hank's question, as Firo has the very familiar feeling of being screwed with.]

Don't be an asshole about this. [He still thinks Hank knows what he means! He sighs a long-suffering sigh.] Look, if you come and bang on the door in the middle of the night, you just might get your ass beat.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[He snorts.]

Yeah, that's fair.

[He moves closer, holding out his hand for the bottle. He doesn't push any harder on that particular topic. The question - implied question, whatever - about whether they're friends might not be one he wants an answer to. Maybe it'd be easier, if they were - or maybe it'd be harder. Or maybe it doesn't matter. It'd take more than leaving Firo alone in a freaky, dangerous place to piss him off, so Hank won't have to come up against the fact of what exactly Firo is to him for a while, probably. And that's what matters.]

Thanks for this. I promise to hold off on the beating your door down till a reasonable hour.

[foundafamily]

[Firo snorts and hands over the bottle.]

I hope you don't expect a thank you for that.

[fuck1ngusernam3]

Ha. From you? I'm starting to think it'd take a lot more than that.

[He grins, not minding, and gives a little salute with his now-full bottle of slightly weaker moonshine.]

I'll take off, unless you actually did want me to stick around and ask how you're doin, tell me about your feelings...

[foundafamily]

[Firo mumbles something under his breath about not being that bad. He rises to stand, waving off Hank and his extremely untempting offer.]

Yeah, yeah, you can go now. I'll see you around.