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             four’s focus is steady.    tequila has the green light,    yet he does not make a move yet.    instead,   he looks for the reaction behind’s four eyes.    how they shift from a change of footing,   the twitch of a hand,   a turn in tequila’s expression.    he gauges if four can predict his movements,    even if it is only half of a second before they happen,   and that’s what tequila advances to test now.

     his feet leap forward,    there’s a whir of sudden movement however tequila does not strike.    feet bounce back,    he stands at full height,    a grin stretches across his lips.   he is settling into an old dance.

    “   ya have an advantage,   ”     he states,    feeling the sand move like waves in reaction to his steps,     “   my feet are bare and we’re on sand.   ”    he wonders if four understands what his advantage is,    and when it seems that he is about to explain,    tequila charges and aims for his ribs.

          an advantage. four is aware that making sure that his opponent moves first is an advantage when fighting. it’s one of the few dueling skills that an older unity member had taught four when he was still living in the orphanage. letting an opponent move first means being able to anticipate and either dodge or block an incoming attack. but what tequila says next confuses four. ‘ what do you mean --- my feet are b --- ’

“please, i’m gonna be the main character.” did he believe that? nah. he knew his role, if he was anyone, he was the jokey sidekick. comic relief. know your place. “uh, dunno really. but he probably won’t come anywhere near my godly looks. what about you?”

“Because they’re more likely to throw a party in this shit hole and consider it genuinely fun?” Luna sighed, clearly this wasn’t the greatest path go down, but here they were. She couldn’t exactly argue with him though, the only Blood Oath members she could name off the top of her head were Noir and David, neither of them seemed like the party throwing type. “What are the Vixens? The one religious club on campus that makes the members wear purity rings?” 

David can’t actually say much about Spirited Away, but he nodded as Young continued. But, there was one detail confusing him - “If you didn’t choose your username, who did?”

“damn…not sure i love that.” but it’s true. there probably would be a movie about this at some point. lots of speculation. lots of drama. it might be years from now but…yeah. four was right. this entire life would soon make some old fat cat billions. that bites. “my mom’s friends used to say that i look like leonardo dicaprio, so i believe you.”

“well, you should. it’s pretty good, practically a classic.” 

          ‘ why don’t you invite me to your next movie night then, if you feel so strongly ? ’

“ you got it kid. ” how old was pl4yer? ah, who cares. it’s a party. mercutio has definitely bought drinks for underage kids before – in velia and out – so who cares? certainly not drunk him. probably should have asked what the guy wanted before he was out of his seat to buy the round but by the time he had thought of that – it was too late. mercutio found his way back to the spot with two beers in toe, sliding one over to the other. “ question, now you don’t have to answer but i’m curious. why pl4yer? ”