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"I don't like him," Rocky said immediately once they were outside the building. "Oh, really? Couldn't tell," Nate said cheerfully. Really should have tried to grab the brandy to go, though. Still a shame about that. "Interesting guy. Wonder what the rest of his team thinks of him." "Probably...

"Well, great. I'll take not-total-loss," Nate said. He flicked his glass away with one finger, and it wobbled to a stop near the middle of the table. "Good luck finding your thing, thanks for the booze and all. Oh, right." Nate paused in the midst of getting up. "And if you ain't interested in...

That sure got him quiet, didn't it? "Well, no," Nate said. "But if you'd rather not get into it, ain't no skin off my nose." He tapped his empty glass against the table and took a look around the room himself. They'd been here a while, hadn't they? "So you gotten what you wanted out of me?"...

Rocky gave Mergo a long look, then somehow pulled his knees up even closer to his chest and turned away from him again. He picked at a splinter of wood coming out of the back of the booth while he spoke. "I don't want to talk to you, even to say mean things. I'm not mean. If you want to know...

Something about that answer seemed to disappoint Mergo. Nate's eyes narrowed. What, was he pissed because Nate didn't have whatever problem Mergo'd diagnosed himself with? Whatever. Literally everyone assumed there was something wrong with you just because you didn't want to hug everyone on the...

Nate frowned thoughtfully. "Don't see any reason to get all psychological about it, really," he said. "I mean, yeah, it's stupid to go dumping your life story on whatever rando makes eye contact with you on the bus. You can't just go trusting anybody. That's just common sense, at least where I'm...

"A dancer, huh?" Nate said. "Can't say I've gotten that one before. Specially not as a marshtomp. Swear I'm still about as likely to fall over as get anywhere on these damn legs." "It would be pretty funny to see you dance," Rocky said from his corner. "Yeah, you'd like that." Nate eyed Mergo...

Ah. So that's what this was really about. Nate gripped his glass tighter. Shouldn't have finished that last drink off already. "I was a mudkip, again," he said flatly. "Because someone"--he jerked his head in the direction of Rocky's dimly-glowing eyes--"pissed off a legend and got their ass...

"Alleged by what? By you?" Nate wasn't going to let that one throw him off again. "Deceptive, though, that one hurts. Dunno what would give you that idea."

Nate smirked. "Maybe. You're psychic, ain't you? Don't imagine it's very easy to pull one over on you, except maybe for a dark-type or something. I get the sense you wouldn't have come here in the first place if you weren't up for answering."

"What, you think I ain't been honest with you?" Nate said, unconcerned. He swirled the brandy one last time, then gulped the rest of it down. Setting the empty glass aside, he rested his head on one palm, feeling oddly melancholy. "I don't see what the point of asking anything would be," Rocky...

"I don't believe you," Rocky announced after a second. The familiar folded his arms and looked imperiously down his nose at Mergo. "I don't know why you're scared of telling the truth, but it's stupid." "Hey. Don't antagonize the guy," Nate said. "If you're just going to be a dick, you are...

"Oh, sorry," Nate said. "I was talking to Rocky. You're fine." He gave the mangled brandy bottle a regretful look. Now that was a damn shame. "He's asking if I want to leave because he knows I don't like it when he goes on about how much he hates this place and wants to go home," Rocky said...

Holy shit. The gardevoir was getting intense over there. Nate tried to play things off with a laugh, but it was more of a bitter, bitten off barking sound. Exactly how would he feel if he actually did make it home, after all this heinous shit, and then Diyem dragged him off to some other fucing...

Nate snorted when Mergo went over the Blacklight's tragic backstory. The atmosphere grew more tense from there, though, until the ice in Mergo's glass finally cracked with a snap that made Rocky jump in his seat. In the silence that followed, Nate realized he was staring. Holy shit. This was...

The gardevoir kind of spaced out in the middle of what Nate was saying, and he hesitated, briefly. But whatever, psychic, he was probably meditating or some shit. Nate took the opportunity to top up the gardevoir's glass, then his own. Probably he should slow down a bit... nah. Things were going...

"Okay, you're right. He was being controlled by the Blacklight and all, didn't know what he was doing, blah blah blah. But he ain't got a cuddly backstory like that zoroark, saved a bunch of orphans, liberated some shit, all that. Guy was a bastard long before he showed up on Cibus. Chased the...

"Right, right," Nate said with a dismissive wave. "Well, more like you gotta punch all the Blacklight shit outta them first, or they won't listen to your friendship whatever." "You already knew that," Rocky pointed out. "Lucius told us." "Right." Nate gripped his glass a little tighter. "I'm...