[They're good-looking arms! Don't make him hide them from the (undeserving) world!
He leads on to the study, and he closes the door behind them. It's a sizeable enough room, with obvious, central seating with a couch and two chairs, and endless books, a writing desk, and a few other tasteful pieces.
Albert crosses to a wooden cabinet, which when opened turns out to have wine, liquors, and various glasses. It so happens he bought a pair of what pass for sake cups here, and he pulls those out.]
Make yourself comfortable. You don't have to stand on ceremony with me even if I am a rotten politician.
To my continued annoying of the actual villains here? Or perhaps to the fact that I'll never strike up a political discussion with you, for I fear I couldn't win.
[Albert pours more sake for himself, then looks at Chuuya thoughtfully.]
You know... I can't say that I do. I haven't brought any of my hobbies with me, other than wine drinking, and I've been informed that alcohol is a character defect, not a hobby.
[What does he do for fun? Talk to people... go to the gardens... Probably more sex than is reasonable to bring up...]
Quite right. Though the weather isn't suitable for knitted items at all... Perhaps by the time I have some done the weather will have cooled.
[He smiles.]
Do you know what's surprised me? The fact that I can give speeches endlessly and not tire overly much. It's the opposition that causes me grief, as always.
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I'll come over so we don't bother Satoko.
[She's not a fan of his drinking, or anyone's drinking.]
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[And in a little bit, Chuuya arrives at the manor's front door, a bottle of sake in his hand.]
Hey.
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[Albert, looking casual enough with his sleeves rolled up and his hair slightly less fixed than usual, invites Chuuya right in.]
We can go to my study, if you like. This way, please.
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Same here.
[He falls into step easily behind Albert.]
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He leads on to the study, and he closes the door behind them. It's a sizeable enough room, with obvious, central seating with a couch and two chairs, and endless books, a writing desk, and a few other tasteful pieces.
Albert crosses to a wooden cabinet, which when opened turns out to have wine, liquors, and various glasses. It so happens he bought a pair of what pass for sake cups here, and he pulls those out.]
Make yourself comfortable. You don't have to stand on ceremony with me even if I am a rotten politician.
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[Chuuya pours them both cups of sake, and lifts his up.]
What should we drink to?
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To my continued annoying of the actual villains here? Or perhaps to the fact that I'll never strike up a political discussion with you, for I fear I couldn't win.
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[Down the hatch it goes!]
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[Albert drinks as well, though with a touch of moderation for the moment.]
To change the subject entirely--tell me, have you been writing lately?
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[Sip.]
I admire that, honestly.
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Do you not have something like that?
[Not everyone dedicates their lives to one pursuit like you do, Chuuya.]
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You know... I can't say that I do. I haven't brought any of my hobbies with me, other than wine drinking, and I've been informed that alcohol is a character defect, not a hobby.
[What does he do for fun? Talk to people... go to the gardens... Probably more sex than is reasonable to bring up...]
I ought to take up knitting again.
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[Not that it stops him from drinking any, but he does acknowledge it.]
You should. Probably could use the stress relief in the middle of a campaign or whatever.
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[He smiles.]
Do you know what's surprised me? The fact that I can give speeches endlessly and not tire overly much. It's the opposition that causes me grief, as always.
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[Chuuya would hate it! But thankfully Chuuya's not the one running.]
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You wound me.
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[deal with it]
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[He says it so breezily that it's hard to believe he's anything but exactly who he purports to be.]
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[what secrets? that sounds silly]
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What else have you figured out about me, my discerning friend?
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[totally not biased]