Fire Away

“just before the tour.”

“have you set a date?”

“i’m not the right person to ask.”

“gee, you’re helpful.”

“do you know two languages then? or more.”

“nah, just two. and only because they were drilled into me as a kid.”

“well if asking doesn’t work you could always just run away.”

“definitely a solid suggestion.”

“so do you. i’m the best.”

“we make a great pair, inho.”

“but you speak english well?”

“yeah, i was born in the states.”

“fiance. but , i mean, its possible.”

“oh shit-- fiance? when’d that happen?”

“cyrah deserved to win, though. we can agree on that.”

“yeah...yeah, she was the best.”

“i knew you were great from the moment i met you.”

“yeah, well, you have good taste.”

“Maybe it’d just be easier to leave and not mention it to anyone.”

“you’re probably right. ryukji deserves better than that though.”

“doesn’t hurt to try, you never know they might be fine with it.”

“i don’t know why, but i don’t think they will be.”

“good. thanks mom.”

“you got it, buddy.”

“i’d rather be forgotten in los angeles.”

“good. i hope they leave you there.”

“yikes– i’d stop talking. min’ll hear you and come fight you.”

“or agree with me, and then engage in a long conversation about how hot his girlfriend is with me.”

“you have special ties there?”

“nope. just seems like a nice place to get lost.”

“i sure hope so.”

“cunt.”

“you suck so bad.”

“no, you do. i got second place.”