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I haven’t spent much time in here yet, but I also don’t really enjoy drinking alone. [ he strolls up to the glass to look at the fish. ] But it’s also pretty calming and I love the view… [ crooks a finger at five. ] Besides your average assortment of fish… [ he starts look around and if five squints he’ll be able to see a dark shadow swim by, but when it loops around the entire place goes dark for a few seconds. ] it’s got a little something special.

That's not a little something special Tartaglia, that's creepy.

It is not! I’m going to see if I can’t feed it. [ bodies… ] Anyway. I still need to pick out a name for it, but let’s get our drink on. [ heads to the bar and moves behind it. ]

[ he's going to follow, staying a little close ]

I'm pretty sure it's the kind of thing my brother used to summon from his stomach but you know. What do I know. Adorable.

…what. He could summon creatures from his… stomach? [ going to mix them both a strong drink, leaning against the counter as he slides five his own. ]

Creatures from another dimension, yes. Typically it was just a bunch of tentacles from his stomach and they would kill everything in sight.

[ wtf… ] Was that his ability?

Yes.

We have a very varied set of abilities. Thanks for the drink.

[ he'll take the glass and take a sip ]

Strong enough.

...doesn't seem like a useful ability. [ childe sips his own and smirks. ] Did you want it stronger, sensei?

No, last time I got drunk with you we ended up in a compromising position and I can't be trusted making decisions around you.

You do have that effect on me.

[ childe smirks, looking proud of that. ]

But you don't necessarily hate it, right, sensei?

[ there's a little amused laugh at that, and then he just rests his head against his shoulder ]

No. I don't.

It's fun actually.

[ turns his head to kiss the side of five's. ]

It sure is. I love seeing you let loose, sensei.

It is still ill-advised and sooner or later we are both going to regret pushing, you know.

But like I said. it's fun.

Are you sure, sensei? [ he's going to stop actively pushing to, instead, take a drink. ]

That it's fun or that we'll end up regretting it?

...that we'll end up regretting it, of course. It's never *not* going to be fun. [ changes into a fox and jumps onto the counter, padding over to five to give his face a lick. ]

I only said we'll end up regretting pushing, not this specifically. Though I do suppose it's not going to be fun when we inevitably have to part ways.

... [ his ears droop. ] We don't need to think about that right now, sensei.

If we don't think about it at a bar then when are we going to?

Never? How about instead of thinking about depressing junk like that you think about getting dicked.

[ he's going to just give him a look ]

All right on one hand that's an effective mood changer, on the other, not appropriate.

I don't think talking about our inevitable split is appropriate either. [ jumps down and changes back, flicking his tail up at five. ] Even if something like that does happen you said you'd find and help me, so it won't last forever.

[ there's a pause at that as he thinks about it, and all right, maybe it's true. It wasn't appropriate. ]

Fair enough. Maybe I should think about getting dicked instead.

I'm sorry. And you're right. I did promise I'll find you and help you.

I know I'm right... but even if you hadn't made that promise to me I don't want to think about that kind of thing. Just like I don't think about how I'm going to expire before I'm probably thirty. I still have lofty dreams that don't take a limit like that into consideration, and though we might eventually part who cares, because it's not permanent. I'll find you or you'll find me... dummy. [ flicks an ice cube at him. ]

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