[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]It was getting really annoying not having a phone. Seriously, the year was 2100—phones should be recognized as a basic human right! If Sebastian were President of Japan—well, first he'd make that an actual thing if he were in a position of power—he'd make it so that every person had a phone! It was man's right to play Angry Birds™ while taking a shit™ on the toilet™! YOU'RE/YOUR GODDAMN RIGHT! Anyway, after his parents cut him off, he'd been stuck without a phone. Of course, he could've just done what any reasonable person would've done: get a fucking job. But nah...Fuck that. Jobs are for suckers. Besides, he had someone that could help him out with that problem. All he needed to do was call he—son of a bitch. Email it is. And so he emailed Kioko about meeting him at their usual place. Of course, he made sure to make his message as incomprehensible as possible though he imagined that would hardly inconvenience her. She always had a special knack for deciphering his Sebastianese. He went right to Noyote after class, not bothering to change out of his U.A. uniform. He made sure to get there as early as possible so that he could get started on filling up on free food and drinks. Why? Because if she didn't stick around too long, he wouldn't have an opportunity to eat as much as he would've liked to. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Kushiki Kioko •

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[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

The fact that broad daylight dominated the outside world beyond her door held no sway over the dim lighting in Kioko’s small rundown apartment. Blackout curtains were secured over what few windows the space possessed. Only the back lit screen of a high end laptop hilariously out of place in the dingy setting provided any illumination at all in the room.

Shadows draped across the landscape of Kioko’s face weren’t all from angled lighting. Lack of sleep and bruising from a bar fight two days prior claimed a fair share of the blame. So too did the scowl that formed when she saw the email notification pop up on the display over a research paper she had been scouring.

Sebastian.

She maneuvered the mouse over the little x at the top of the box. It lingered there for several seconds before she finally sighed and moved it to click on the message. A string of gibberish greeted her. Kioko didn’t even bother trying to decipher it. Could she? Yes. But it was unnecessary. Sebastian only reached out when he was hungry, thirsty, or in trouble. Sometimes all three... Usually all three. So he was either at Noyote given the current time meant his classes were out for the day or he was about to get arrested. With her track record, he was better off reaching out to Renjirou for the latter, so Kioko assumed it was the former and dragged herself off of the uncomfortable stool she had been perched upon so she could get ready to meet him at the usual place.

---

“What do you want?”

The cold drawl of her voice was accompanied by the trademark sound of her heels pointedly marking every step of her long-legged gait as Kioko approached the table that she and the other two always occupied when they visited the shared backdrop of their youth. Kioko slid into the booth opposite of Sebastian and motioned at one of the servers. She was probably going to need a drink for whatever reason Sebastian had for summoning her and if not for that, then for when she saw whatever tab he had run up under her name while he waited for her judging by the mess between them.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Seeing Kioko walk in, he quickly put down his drink so that he could greet her with the proper respect that she deserved. "Mo-chi-mo-chi-Ki-tan~!" he smiled, flashing a double-peace sign close to his cheeks while putting on a more cutesy accent on top of his usual sing-song cadence. "Still wearing all black on a hot day like this? Oh, why am I not surprised? I don't think there's any sort of weather that could get you to dress differently! Why, I don't think there's anything in this world that will change your fashion full-stop," he began, quickly vomiting his words out to try and prevent her from getting a word in. "Mmm...Unless they invent a color that's darker than black! Oh, wait there is! Are you wearing it?" he squinted. "Ah forget that, let's get down to business. I know how much you hate when I don't shut up! At least, that's what you like to say. In reality, just you can't get enough of me speaking. My voice is like music to your ears! But, but, but you can't say that out loud because that just ruins the whole Subaru thing you've got going on, and we can't go ruining that aesthetic!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Kushiki Kioko •

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[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

Kioko’s reticence was a staple of her personality. Sebastian just made her willingness to remain quiet seem like the opposite. Not that Kioko wanted to listen to him jabber so much in exchange for her silence. By the time he paused to squint at her, the only thing darker than the black she wore was her countenance. Fortunately for the server that popped by the table, they were used to the icy expressions Kioko wore. The colder the mask, the stronger the drink order normally was. Today was no different as Kioko chose straight vodka to deal with the inane chatter.

The server bowed out to fetch the liquor as soon as Sebastian resumed annoying Kioko. Nails of one hand painted just as dark as her clothing and sharpened to points tapped in a steady rhythm against the tabletop. The other hand cupped her chin as she leaned forward, body propped up on her elbow. Frost remained, though the dull glaze of boredom was starting to creep across serpentine eyes.

“Either get to the point or just shut up and eat.”

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Fine, fine, skip all the foreplay why don't we," he shrugged while shaking his head. "See, this is why we need to see a couple's therapist. I really want to get to the heart of our issue—or rather your issue. Why do you never look at me during?" he asked, putting his hands over his heart while casting his gaze off to the side in an overexaggerated show of woe. Then he quickly dropped the whole act and went back to his usual self. "Anyway, I wanted you to buy me a phone. It's getting really inconvenient having to walk all the way to the campus library to use a computer just so I can get in touch with you and ol' Renji-rounin." As soon as the server came back with Kioko's order, Sebastian quickly reached over to snatch it so that he could drink it first. It definitely wasn't the first time he'd have done such a thing to her (or Renjirou, for that matter). If she cared enough to go for it before he did, he'd have let her have it. If she let him have it, he'd drink half first before giving her the rest. "Besides, you two need to be able to message me too in cases of emergency," he began, still maintaining his sing-song tone. "I worry about you, y'know? I want you to be able to call me when you need help." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Kushiki Kioko •

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[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

Snake eyes. Literally and figuratively. That was what Sebastian rolled when it came to getting lucky. At least when it involved Kioko. He would have been on the receiving end of a less-than-fun tongue lashing regarding his jest too had he not immediately begun running his mouth once more. Alas, she would have to keep the venomous weapon sheathed for just a little longer as he blabbered his way right up to a daring act of thievery.

A gesture of two fingers in the direction of the server sent them scurrying away for a second glass and away from the wrath they saw flash in the young woman’s colorless eyes before they dulled back into their usual apathy manufactured for public appearances. Kioko pushed the remaining half of the drink back toward Sebastian with her other hand. She was tempted to poison him in the process, but she didn’t feel like babysitting him while he puked his guts up in Noyote’s bathrooms — even if said bathrooms were in better condition than her ratty apartment.

The thought added to the irony of Sebastian trying to con her into buying him a phone. She had kept up appearances well enough with what remained of her wardrobe, unyielding air of superiority, and the blood money she squeezed out of the Villain underground with her tech. Sometimes literally. But despite the facade of normalcy she had created, money was scarce.

She snorted. “No you don’t,” she said bluntly when he had finally stopped yapping. “You aren’t the helping type. That's Renjirou. You’re the mooching type. I’m pretty sure whatever phone you get would miraculously only work when you need to call someone and not the other way around.” Kioko shook her head. “If you really do want a phone so we can get a hold of you, then I absolutely don’t hate to break it to you — it’s time to make your parents proud and get your first ever big boy job so you can get your own phone.”

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Saw right through his little scam, did she? Of course she did. They had been friends for so long, there was no way that he was going to pull the wool over her eyes. Renjirou on the other hand...Bless his naïve little heart. "People can change," he smiled. "Ah, but you and I aren't people," he shook his head, dropping the sing-song cadence. At least, that's what he believed. He and Kioko were always the most problematic of the trio. Meanwhile, Renjirou had the luxury of being the most well-adjusted of 'em which is probably what helped keep them together. Speaking of Renjirou... "Ren, though? He'd probably fall for this scam! I do so hope that he never changes," he continued, going right back to his sing-song tone. "Don't worry, I won't scam him into buying me a phone and paying for the plan. I'm not that desperate...Yet." He traced one hand along the rim of the stolen vodka while the other lifted the sunglasses from his face. He flicked his head to the side to brush the hair from his eyes so that he could hit Kioko with the whimpering puppy dog eyes that he knew she'd never fall for. "Pwease, Ki-tan~" Immediately after, he pulled back, shrinking down into his seat while pushing the tips of his index fingers together, casting his glance off to the side like a shy little kid. "Don't you get worried about me too? I might need to call you or Renjirou if I'm in actual danger too..." As if that'd work on her either. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Kushiki Kioko •

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[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

There were few weaknesses in Kioko’s mental armor. Especially when it came to fending off Sebastian’s stupidity. In the end, she never did anything she didn’t secretly want to down deep when it came to him. Really, really, down deep. Buying him a phone though when he was perfectly capable of working? Absolutely not. Except he had pinpointed one of those aforementioned weaknesses with the precision of a sniper — Renjirou.

Kioko heard the threat in his use of yet. For Sebastian, yet could be days to weeks to months away, but it was most likely to be five minutes of constant refusal from Kioko away. He’d probably steal her phone to ask him too. Then she’d have to poison him to try (and fail) to teach him a lesson and then Shu would kick them out and ban them for at least a week if not longer. Considering it was the only place she felt any sense of normalcy anymore, such an outcome was exceedingly precarious for her sanity. What was left of it, anyway.

“Why would I worry about you?”

Though it wasn't the deciding factor, Kioko did actually worry, but she wasn't going to ever admit it or explain why she worried for him even under threat of death. So while she might have already made up her mind to do it for both Renjirou’s sake and Sebastian's to a fractionally more limited degree, that didn’t mean she was going to make it easy on the latter. Seeing him beg and plead was the only benefit she was getting from the impending arrangement. Did that make her a sadist? Yes. Among many other things.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]And so they continued their fun little song and dance. My did he love it when she made things difficult for him. It's what kept things so interesting, y'know? Getting something for free is nice and all, but there needs to be a chase. There needs to be a feeling of accomplishment. It's not satisfying to have everything handed to you on a silver platter all the time. "Good question! Gooder question: Why wouldn't you?" he smirked, hitting her with the double finger guns. "Now like it or not, you—for some ungodly reason-love me, Ki-tan~! Why, if you were a bit more honest about your feelings, we'd probably be together by now! I mean, after all, you are my perfect woman: rich. Ah, but that's ancient history—life is a series of closing doors, eh, Ki-tan~?" he continued, waving at her with a dismissive wag of his hand. "True answer is that you do care, and I am going to prove it." He stood up from his seat with a big grin on his face, walked over to her side and turned around. "Check it out." He lifted his shirt and revealed a large square bandage covering the lower right side of his back. Blood had leaked through and dried up all along the adhesive. "I was wearing my penguin suit—y'know the one—walking on over to this here bar, and BAM! Criminal tried to mug me. Stabbed me right in the lower back! Oh and just the other day I was at the skatepark, and I wandered right into the middle of an arms deal. Crazy, right? I got shot at, there were grenades, and y'know how it goes with those things," he nodded, as if these were all very normal occurrences in his life. He let his shirt go to cover the wound before walking back on over to his seat. He propped his elbows up onto the table and rested his chin on his interlocked fingers. He batted his eyes at her and put on a faux-innocent smile. "You know me, Ki-tan~! I never did get into trouble like this when I was still living with my parents. Why, it's hard to get into trouble when you never leave your room...But now I'm out in society again! You know how crazy this world is! You also know how prone I am to stumbling into danger. Remember back in school during that emergency? Y'know the one. The whole school was getting evacuated, and I wasn't paying attention, so I ended up going to the cafeteria and getting a smoothie. Hah! Classic Sebastian." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Kushiki Kioko •

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[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

Given her default expression around Sebastian was always a scowl to some degree, there was no reason for Kioko to wrangle her features to keep her feelings further under wraps as Sebastian accused her of those of love before he played show-and-tell with his injury and associated misfortunes. For all he knew, she was just annoyed by his previous claims and display, but those involved in putting him in harm’s way were lucky he hadn’t revealed any useful information about their persons to track them down through. Kioko’s evenings were often dedicated to revenge, after all, and it didn’t always need to be on her own behalf.

A beckoning gesture to the server who had approached then thought it best to linger while Sebastian was busy flashing the bar his bandages finally saw Kioko receive her drink — delivered straight into her hands this time. All the while, her eyes never left Sebastian. In part because she didn’t want him stealing her drink again. She took a sip, letting the silence hang heavy in the aftermath of his declarations.

The boy she had known who grew into the so-called man before her now was possessed by the oddest sort of fortune. He was somehow both the luckiest and unluckiest person Kioko knew. Though the latter part was entirely his own fault. He was lazy and liked trouble because it was interesting. It was his somehow innate favorable state of fate that got him out of the situations he got himself into most of the time. So too was it how he had likely gotten into UAU when Renjirou, the best of the trio, though not the brightest, had tried his hardest and failed. A point which Kioko now threw in Sebastian’s face as further defense for not buying him a phone to save his backside.

“Strange. It sounds to me that you need to focus on your university studies more than you need a phone. They’re supposed to teach you how to handle such things and a phone would be just another distraction for your struggling brain to keep up with.”

Still, Kioko had decided to help. The alcohol hitting her system and colliding with her annoyance prompted one last hoop for Sebastian to jump through though. Kioko emboldened herself to make the request with another draw from the glass that was soon followed by a smirk. It was her turn to bat her eyes innocently at him. Granted, there was nothing innocent in what she said next.

“But sure. I’ll buy your little phone. If you get on your knees and beg me for it.”

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Sebastian might've been a leech, but he was also a man. No real man with dignity and honor would publicly prostrate themselves and beg for something as unimportant as a phone. Nay! Sebastian would not swallow his pride and beg Kioko! She did not deserve that satisfaction! lmao jk He gave her a confident smirk and thumbed his nose at her. In an instant, he was on his knees with his forehead to the ground, publicly bowing before her without an ounce of shame. "Lady Kushiki, I beseech thee. Though I am unworthy of your presence and presents, I ask that you would, in your infinite benevolence, bestow upon me a brand new phone!" he said aloud, his voice trembling in exaggerated melodrama. ... He paused for a moment to let his quick display of shamelessness sink in before looking back up at her with an incredulous expression. "Y'know with how you do this, I'm starting to think that this is like some sort of weird kink for you," he said in a plain tone. "Then again, I also keep doing it, so maybe I'm the pervert," he joked. "Anyway, can I sit at the table again, or do you want me to stay on the ground the whole time? I can also bark like a dog if that helps you finish," he said with a snap and a finger gun. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Kushiki Kioko •

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[Kushiki Kioko]

I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP

AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

“Tempting.”

And it was. Sebastian begging and barking was exactly the kind of thing she’d record and hold over his head forever, but Kioko composed herself enough to wave her hand toward Sebastian’s side of the booth. “Sadist though I am, exhibitionist I am not.” Whether Sebastian himself was or not was debatable considering the looks he had drawn with his rather willing display. It was still more likely that he was just a shameless mooch though. Either way, Kioko was already giving him one thing he wanted and that was more than generous by her standards.

“This is a one time deal. If you break it or lose it, I’m not replacing it.” She could theoretically fix it should the former befall it, but she wasn’t about to offer that to him because he’d probably see just how far he could push her services. “Now, I could just give you money for the phone, but I know you well enough to not do that. You’d probably blow it on smoothies or gacha games. And I assume I have to put you on my plan since you can’t and won’t hold a job any better than your brain can hold a thought. So should I also assume that I need to pick the phone out myself or do you have one in mind?” Meaning, had Sebastian put any thought or planning into getting a phone beyond just asking her for one?

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