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[a long pause, here. and then she kind of coughs a bit.] - ah, it's working?

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...Um, yes... hello. [clears her throat.] This is Asano Rin. You can leave a message if you need.

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[Rin comes to the door at the knock but doesn't open it. she's already learning.]

Hello?

[allucinator]

Oye, it's me.

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[good enough. she opens the door and gestures him in, looking him over.] Sit down. I'll get tea.

[allucinator]

Thanks.

[He comes in and kicks off his boots, keeping his coat on for now.]

You need help?

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[he gets a small smile, sweet and soft and fond.] I made it up while you were on your way. Just sit, I'll prepare it. How do you take yours?

[allucinator]

[He smiles back briefly, and then blinks.]

Uh. I dunno, however's good.

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With sugar, I think, for you... come on. [she moves through the apartment, stepping into the kitchen, where there's a table set up. it's quite warm.]

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[He follows her, glancing around with interest despite himself, and sits at the table. He shifts, uneasy despite himself, and rubs the back of his neck.]

Christ, you keep it neat here. We-- I mean, we kinda try, but.

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You're all men! It's only to be expected. [shuffling around, preparing tea and some snacks. Rin has discovered potato chips.] Without a woman's touch...

[allucinator]

[A grin at the potato chips-- Jack adores those-- and he begins to relax slightly.]

Oye, we manage without no girlie touch. I cook and everythin', it's great. It's just cleanin' we don't do.

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[she puts a bowl down in front of him, and a steaming cup of tea generously dosed with sugar, and sits across the table from him with her own tea.]

Hm, it's good that you can manage. I suppose if you're the ones who've put everything out of order you're the ones who'll know where everything is.

[allucinator]

[He nods his thanks and reaches for a chip.]

Exactly! Anyway, it ain't like we leave trash around, cuz if we did we'd get tossed out, I think, since we get complained about already.

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Why are you getting complained about.

[allucinator]

Well, uh, last time it were cuz we set off fireworks.

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In your apartment?!

[allucinator]

No, no, on the roof!

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Well, all right, that's... better...

[allucinator]

Course it is. Real pretty, scared away the monsters and anybody coulda come up to see em up close. But no, course not, Mrs. Downstairs came up to yell and then got all upset when we laughed, so she got the superintendent.

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I suppose she was worried something would catch fire.

[allucinator]

Nah, she's got it out for us.

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From before or after the fireworks?

[allucinator]

Before. Uh, for playin' music too loud, for talkin' too loud, for, uh, keepin' pets . . . all sorts o' thin's.

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And all of these are against the rules...

[allucinator]

Aw, don't lookit me like that, not like we was hurtin' her.

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I just don't want you to run into too much trouble!