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[anbu]

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un: "uchiha, itachi" hungryeyes

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[mensrea]

This is what I’ve been working on with the network devices – creating a modified version of the phone so that the government can’t track our Manna generation. And you can definitely opt out of the stipend if you want to. I asked at the Embassy. But it’s convenient, so I get not wanting to.

Maybe I’ll hire you as a bouncer. I’m thinking of buying a business license instead of working for some putz.

[anbu]

I see. That’s useful information to know.

I also assume the network device is how you were able to find my apartment. [Caught, bitch.] It tracks physical location as well, doesn’t it?

What is a ‘bouncer’?

[mensrea]

[ Goddammit. ]

It does. Just the general area, though. It's not super accurate.

A bouncer is someone who works security at a business and deals with troublemakers, either by preventing them from entering the business or removing them from the premises. They're common at clubs.

[anbu]

... Are you planning to purchase a club?

[mensrea]

Nope.

[ This is where he should volunteer more information.

He doesn't. ]

[anbu]

[Why does he have a sinking feeling.]

Stiles. What, then?

[mensrea]

Worse Dragon 2, to be known as Worst Dragon.

[ Then, before Itachi can interject with a comment, he continues. ]

I know you weren't ever interested in the original store, but it was important to me. One of the owners taught me everything I needed to know about my transformation. I had no one else to help me through it, since I was the only Mirrorbound Arachne. I owe Mila a lot.

Not to mention, I learned a lot about sexuality while working there. I kinda want to carry on that legacy. It means a lot to me.

[anbu]

I wasn't going to criticize the decision, though I suppose I had not realized the extent to which Worse Dragon had impacted you.

[Not shocking, considering how few their interactions in Aefenglom, by his own design.]

I recall that the book you forced me to purchase, [yeah that's what happened] in the end, was very enlightening despite its obscenity. At the time I was not in a place to appreciate it. [Oh, ye old prude days.]

Do you have plans for other employees? You seem set on this. What if our stay does not last here?

[mensrea]

"Forced" you. Yeah, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.

If we're whisked away yet again to some other dimension, what's it matter? The business will pass on to someone else, I guess. But I can't just sit here with my thumb up my ass doing nothing. It's already been over a year since I was home. I'm turning nineteen in a few weeks. Life continues, even if it's not where I belong.

I need to do SOMETHING with myself. You know?

[anbu]

[He doesn't know — it seems as though, over the course of dimensional experience, they've traveled in different directions. The more this recurs, the less willing and interested Itachi is in permanency; as though the intensity he'd dug himself into Aefenglom's problems had evaporated the moment Sasuke, Stiles, and Jonas had left and he was alone. Hell seemed even more pointless, except that it punished him rightly.

Yet similar is not something he would have ever called him and Stiles, so it doesn't alarm him. If Stiles weren't with him in Noctium now, would he even attempt to engage? Admitting that the boy is like an anchor toward whatever parts of humanity still exist within himself, and any real desire to be alive, feels unfair. A heavy burden. He determines never to say it.]

You will return home eventually. Your birthday, it's the 8th next month, correct?

[mensrea]

Eventually. I'm not going to stop living until then.

You remembered. Yeah, it's the 8th of April. Or Diamil, in this world. At least it won't be a full moon this time.

[anbu]

It was a difficult night to forget. Do you have plans?

[mensrea]

Still can't believe you never thanked me for saving your life that night. Ungrateful.

Nope, no plans. Maybe we can have our date then?

1/2

[anbu]

[WOW]

You did not save my life.

[anbu]

And yes, I was going to make that suggestion, so long as you have the availability.

1/2

[mensrea]

Yes I did.

[mensrea]

Sounds good. I'm gonna kick your ass in Poker.

[anbu]

[Ignoring whatever Poker is—]

Why do you believe my life was endangered?

[mensrea]

[ Do we really need to discuss this, can't you just accept your lord and savior, Stiles Stilinski. ]

Witches are at their weakest on the night of a full moon. Monsters are prone to go feral those nights. You do the math.

You're welcome.

[anbu]

[Yes we NEED TO DISCUSS THIS. He has spiderweb trauma.]

If anything, at the time, you were the only threat I encountered. There was no reason to escort me across the city.

[mensrea]

At the time. Who knows what could have happened. I took preventative measures.

[anbu]

[He's about to argue further when it occurs to him that the point is not only ancient history, but perhaps hypocritical, when he himself has made executive decisions in the interest of "preventative measures" without explicit permission. Exhibit A: the massacre.

Maybe they are more alike than he wishes to admit.]

Fine.

Was there anything else you wished to ask me?

[mensrea]

[ Sweet victory. ]

Yeah.

What're you wearing?

[anbu]

Excuse me?

NSFW

[mensrea]

[ The response is a long time coming. Stiles has to talk himself into the idea, then take time to set up. Eventually, a picture is sent to Itachi – taken from his perspective, looking down at his reclining body on a bed. Pink, peaked nipples stand at attention in the cool air, his shirt discarded somewhere out of sight. The long, smooth plane of his abdomen gives way to pelvis bones, jutting out from where sweatpants ride dangerously low. One hand has disappeared under the waistband, fingers spread beneath the fabric. ]

Tell me what you're wearing.