“Sometimes I sleep for a few days, some may call that depression --- but I call it nap time.”

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“Sometimes I sleep for a few days, some may call that depression --- but I call it nap time.”
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—✕ █ ▌It takes some effort not to offer the drunk a pitying look. Loghain doesn’t cry easily, has trouble feeling sympathy for many, but even so, he knows there is so much to feel for, so many to reach out to. He knows not if this man is worth it for him, knows not what would happen if he tells him that it is indeed worth it — for someone else if not him. He holds his own against Robert’s words, as UNMOVABLE as a statue.
❝Everything … Everything is WORTH feeling something about, you know,❞ he says as he sits down next to the other. ❝Not going to shed tears, but I’m here to LISTEN to you.❞
Eyes turn away as if ashamed of weakness being seen, focusing now upon the swirling clouds above them. Life is life, and he’s going to live it looking for KINDNESS. Hands clasp together.
❝Well? What is it?❞
Maybe what he needs is pity, a shoulder to cry on--- but his pride is solid, he doesn't want to let his walls down. Even so, Behind his barvado, behind his attitude and unhealthy vices lies a lonely man, one who most urgently needs help. But there's not many people he can reach out too, Mary and his daughter -- they were both safe in their world.
Trust was something unknown to him, maybe this city will help him, if he tries.
"'Guess so." He tries to form a smile, he's getting a bit emotional. He misses feeling, feeling real. He's used to numbing his feelings, he really is.
"Thanks." He feels a bit better, the storm of emotions within him he so strongly ignores --- calms down a bit. "I guess there's not much about it." He hates being intimate, heart-to-hearts really put him on the spotlight, "I was never much of an emotions person. People were kinda rough on me, y'know?" A underlying wish, that the stranger would notice how his eyes were a bit glassy, and they try to pry further.
any big regrets?
there’s many things he could say, that he didn’t say ‘i love you’ enough to his late wife, to be a good father, to never have picked up drinking, he wishes he could’ve held val more when she was a mere baby--- so many things.
but none of them are spoken as the shock of hearing that question out of the blue. he drinks because he regrets, he hates himself because he regrets --- he could go on, go on a whole day about the things in what he failed at, the things he feels so awful for not doing. Yet he chooses just one, it’s painful, but---
“Not watching Val grow up.” a pause. the pained expression becoming evident for mere seconds before changing into a barvado. “Kid must be happy i’m not ‘round, though.”
"What does it take to get a date with such a dream daddy?"
“Being bold usually sets you on the right track.” but not too bold. a smirk. “Wouldn’t mind getting my drinks for free, y’ know... I’m a simple man.”
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“Are those guys normal? --- Y’ know, the neopets running around?” he doesn’t know the name of them. “Never seen anything like ‘em until now.” from creatures that ranged from small foxes and small owls, he had no idea what they were, but they looked pretty cool. “I want a dog. A cool dog.”
❝ dc never felt like home to me. ❞
“Home’s what you make it to be.”
he drinks, even if it’s a little. was hive city his home now? their home now? maybe so. he didn’t feel quite at home at maple bay back where he came from, not after everything that transpired there. there wasn’t much left for the man there, or here.
“Home can be your house, a bar --- or the streets. Guess we all gotta get used to this place, but I ain’t calling it home.”
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❝ sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise. ❞ ❝ oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used. ❞ ❝ if you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised. ❞ ❝ there’s no use crying about it. ❞ ❝ i’m headed straight for the castle. ❞ ❝ my demons are begging me to open up my mouth. ❞ ❝ he told me i was holy. ❞ ❝ this is what i live for. ❞ ❝ hold me down. ❞ ❝ make no sound. ❞ ❝ some say he looks just like his father. ❞ ❝ what kind of dough have you been spending? ❞ ❝ what kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately? ❞ ❝ all we do is drive. ❞ ❝ all we do is think about the feelings that we hide ❞ ❝ all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. ❞ ❝ california never felt like home to me. ❞ ❝ it’s so simple but we can’t stay. ❞ ❝ would it really kill you if we kissed? ❞ ❝ i had you on the open road and i was singing. ❞ ❝ there’s a storm you’re starting now. ❞
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“ Yeah, I’ve seen shit alright. “
Ogata’s not angry but neither is he upset. More amused and ridiculing than annoyed.
“ Including people trying to say shit like they know me or something. A pleasure to meet you I guess. I could try to guess plenty of things about you too but I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings. “
right on.
“got a sixth sense for it, i guess.” his tone is more indifferent than friendly, a more neutral speech. “pleasure’s mine.” a pause, attempting to find the right words to say. “try me, you’d probably be right anyways. do i look like a guy with weak feelings?” a frail heart covered by walls and walls, he was tough.
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her presence in such a place was out of opportunity to observe, rather than any real enjoyment. rowdy, drunken men, the alcohol in their blood somehow making them think that she wanted to speak to any of them, wasn’t exactly natasha’s idea of a good time. still, she was a spy first and foremost, and espionage 101 was always knowing your environment.
a curious collection of wooden figures lined a nearby table, catching her eye. she figured that their creator would eventually grow annoyed with her and tell her to mind your own business as people so often did and natasha so often did not heed. instead, she was pleasantly surprised at the offer and having grown bored to watching an abysmal darts game, she decided to take him up on the offer.
her drink — gin and tonic, rather than the vodka that would be expected of the russian avenger — was carried with her and she easily slid into a nearby free chair. “they’re nice,” she commented simply, eyes lingering particularly on the wooden dog. “i don’t think i’d be able to be that precise with a knife.”
the atmosphere of this place was something that reminded him of home, maybe a selfish desire to grasp something familiar, the homesickness beginning to set in despite him not wanting to. those were strong feelings, feelings he didn’t want to deal with. but this gave him a lighter mood, despite preferring silence, lively chatter was appreciated when he’s in a good mood.
he gazes at her drink. he’s sure he recognizes, but one can never be too sure. “thanks.” he replied, his response simple enough. he remembers when he wasn’t good at this. his hands, soft and inexperienced --- how many blood was spilled due to his mistakes. mistakes that made his hands go rough, mistakes that made him get rough, too rough --- cold.
“you never know until you try.” a smirk. his craftsmanship wasn’t easy, but it was fun, cuts and all. “trial and error.” putting a hand up, the scars and cuts on his hands are noticeable. “i think you’d be a natural at this. i can feel it.” a half-lie, yet it works. “wanna give it a shot, or nah?”
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❝You’re going to be okay.❞
“You know it.” a smile, forced yet still a smile. sometimes he was sad, that was normal for him --- but sometimes he couldn’t really handle it. it hurt, like the small flare of hope inside of him vanished completely. he was tired, he really wanted to rest --- and by how sanada reacted, the man could see that as well. he’d rather not cause unnecesary concern from the man, though. “I’m okay, I’m pretty tough.”
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