[After all, part of him expects Dodger to refuse--or agree, only to turn around and break it later. Still, once he agrees, Reaper will at least follow through.]
Shimada. The Matsuno brats. Sombra. The list is short, so I'm sure you can manage this much.
[There isn't many people he actually gives a far damn about to add them to the list. Not yet, at least. For that last bit, he rolls his eyes. He knew Cain, too. Thought well enough of the guy, too. But accepting something like dinner...
He rolls his eyes.]
I don't eat in public. For reasons that I'm sure you can figure out. But if you want to have company with someone to just sit and eat, I'll think about it. I can cook better than most of the shitty restaurants out in the city, anyway.
you can cook? ....do you think you could teach me?
[That's actually got Dodger pretty damn excited. Cain had been teaching him to cook a little bit, and he's still absolutely horrible at it... but learning from Reaper sounds like many good things all packed into one package.]
and... yeah. shimada, matsunos and sombra. got it.
cain taught me a little before he disappeared, that's all i know. last 25 years i've just been eating out of dumpsters and fast food joints. which are... about the same thing.
i bet you'll think this is stupid. but i'm going to kill myself if i turn 30. i'm not interested in living longer than that; if i can't go out in a blaze of glory i'll just toss myself off the highest building i can find.
anyway. dinner. wanna do it in the residential building? i got no gas or heating in my place anyway.
[And Eichi's place is off-limits for anything but sitting there and moping.]
You're a misguided guy who's barely reached middle age. Your upbringing was bullshit. But here you are. On another fucking planet, far from the shit that raised you. Hazed you.
Throwing away your life is something I've always frowned upon.
Because no matter how bad shit gets, there's always an option to turn to that isn't walking both feet into the goddamn grave. You just have to find it. And want it bad enough to keep yourself from selfishly taking your own life.
That's it. That's all I have to say. Figure your ass out and warn me before you decide to show up.
[It irritates him enough that he nearly doesn't want to answer. but they both know Reaper not answering this is the same as giving Dodger a fully thought out response.]
I've had enough men and women live for me and die for me.
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It isn't much of a deal if you don't take it.[After all, part of him expects Dodger to refuse--or agree, only to turn around and break it later.
Still, once he agrees, Reaper will at least follow through.]
Shimada. The Matsuno brats. Sombra.The list is short, so I'm sure you can manage this much.
[There isn't many people he actually gives a far damn about to add them to the list. Not yet, at least.
For that last bit, he rolls his eyes. He knew Cain, too. Thought well enough of the guy, too. But accepting something like dinner...
He rolls his eyes.]
I don't eat in public. For reasons that I'm sure you can figure out.But if you want to have company with someone to just sit and eat, I'll think about it.
I can cook better than most of the shitty restaurants out in the city, anyway.
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....do you think you could teach me?
[That's actually got Dodger pretty damn excited. Cain had been teaching him to cook a little bit, and he's still absolutely horrible at it... but learning from Reaper sounds like many good things all packed into one package.]
and... yeah. shimada, matsunos and sombra. got it.
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He shakes his head. Right, stray dog. Of course he wasn't taught basic skills like that.]
Depends.
You capable of sitting still and being taught anything?
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but yeah, i can handle that. sombra's even seen me try following a recipe.
[It was horrible. He needs so much help.]
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Your choice of words is telling.
I'll keep my expectations low.
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last 25 years i've just been eating out of dumpsters and fast food joints. which are... about the same thing.
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What baffles me the most about you is the fact that you're not dead.
If your stupid decisions haven't killed you, it's a wonder food poisoning hasn't finished you off.
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for whatever my life is worth.
i've got a set life span anyway, so trust me. you don't have to worry about me sticking around forever.
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Everyone's got a set life span.
Just depends on what ways you can cheat the system until Death really does come for you.
Everything dies.
Just learnt in my time being actually alive...
It matters what you do while you're still breathing.
Having regrets after shit's done with isn't worth it.
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but i'm going to kill myself if i turn 30.
i'm not interested in living longer than that; if i can't go out in a blaze of glory i'll just toss myself off the highest building i can find.
anyway. dinner. wanna do it in the residential building? i got no gas or heating in my place anyway.
[And Eichi's place is off-limits for anything but sitting there and moping.]
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I do think it's stupid. It's a fucking waste and I could spend an hour telling you why.
Residential works. Most of my roommates avoid me, save for Sombra and Thor. Should be mostly empty during midday.
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no one else has given me any good reason, but i figure you've made good points before on why i'm a fucking idiot.
[Also, calling his death a waste makes him feel nice.]
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You're a misguided guy who's barely reached middle age.
Your upbringing was bullshit.
But here you are.
On another fucking planet, far from the shit that raised you. Hazed you.
Throwing away your life is something I've always frowned upon.
Because no matter how bad shit gets, there's always an option to turn to that isn't walking both feet into the goddamn grave.
You just have to find it. And want it bad enough to keep yourself from selfishly taking your own life.
That's it. That's all I have to say.
Figure your ass out and warn me before you decide to show up.
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[...That gives him a thought, though.]
does it make you uncomfortable, having other people rely on you like that? needing you to give them a reason to keep living?
i'm coming over in a bit. couple minutes, tops.
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I've had enough men and women live for me and die for me.
I don't want to be responsible for anyone else.
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even when you shouldn't be.
see you soon, boss.
[And with that, he's ceasing communication until he gets there.]