[ despite the deadpan tone, oda's completely serious. he's never really expected much out of executives in terms of niceness-- though he supposes that chuuya would be more fair than dazai in that case. ]
Well, then I'll take you up on the offer, Chuuya-san.
What's the point in belonging to the same group if we can't look after each other?
[Yeah, Chuuya is probably strange for an executive. Sure, he murders as much as the rest of them, if not more, but then he just hangs out with his subordinates after work to make sure they all have a good time. And gets drunk and embarrasses himself.
He turns to head back towards the stands where he saw them selling wine earlier.]
I don't think I've ever seen you drinking at the usual mafia bars.
[ oda can give a hundred and one answers to that first question, each one more cynical than the other. it's obvious that chuuya's a rarity among the mafia, where he's seen people care about their own skin rather than protecting the collective.
but that's because people like oda are disposable tools, meant to be used and sacrificed 'for the sake of the mafia'. he's the one that's supposed to show his loyalty by laying his life down for an organization that won't even remember his name--not the other way around.
but oda pushes those thoughts away, focusing rather on chuuya's second question ]
That's 'cause I was the one cleaning them. Or doing whatever else they wanted me to do.
[ that's what it means to be the errand boy of the mafia! ]
[Chuuya would lay his life down, too. He's not looking to die, but he's aware it might be necessary at some point, for the sake of the Organization. Unfortunately, that also means he's accepted that any other member might need to do the same - Oda died, and it was unfortunate, but he has never questioned whether or not it was necessary.]
You would have been welcome to join us.
[A bit too late for that now, when the guy is dead. Except here he is, which is weird. Chuuya walks up to the wine stand, and pays for a bottle of wine, with two glasses. He should probably save his money, but he doesn't care.]
[ oda will reserve his doubts over that. the last thing he'd want is to be surrounded by higher-ups that think he's a useless waste of space. and if he showed up in yokohama now, after four years of being dead--
well, that'd be strange, to say the least. but at least those thoughts entertain his imagination as he watches chuuya pay for the wine. ah wait--they should look for somewhere to sit, no? ]
Over there looks nice. [ he points to an area some fifty or so meters from them, where some benches are under the shade of the trees. ] We could go there.
[Chuuya looks where Oda is pointing, then immediately heads there. It's a nice spot, and really, Chuuya's only criteria had been somewhere he could set the glasses down so he'd be able to more easily pour.]
I have no idea if this wine is any good.
[But for someone who usually drinks ridiculously expensive wine, he doesn't actually sound too concerned about that. It's got alcohol, he checked.]
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[ despite the deadpan tone, oda's completely serious. he's never really expected much out of executives in terms of niceness-- though he supposes that chuuya would be more fair than dazai in that case. ]
Well, then I'll take you up on the offer, Chuuya-san.
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[Yeah, Chuuya is probably strange for an executive. Sure, he murders as much as the rest of them, if not more, but then he just hangs out with his subordinates after work to make sure they all have a good time. And gets drunk and embarrasses himself.
He turns to head back towards the stands where he saw them selling wine earlier.]
I don't think I've ever seen you drinking at the usual mafia bars.
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but that's because people like oda are disposable tools, meant to be used and sacrificed 'for the sake of the mafia'. he's the one that's supposed to show his loyalty by laying his life down for an organization that won't even remember his name--not the other way around.
but oda pushes those thoughts away, focusing rather on chuuya's second question ]
That's 'cause I was the one cleaning them. Or doing whatever else they wanted me to do.
[ that's what it means to be the errand boy of the mafia! ]
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You would have been welcome to join us.
[A bit too late for that now, when the guy is dead. Except here he is, which is weird. Chuuya walks up to the wine stand, and pays for a bottle of wine, with two glasses. He should probably save his money, but he doesn't care.]
Let's find somewhere to sit.
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well, that'd be strange, to say the least. but at least those thoughts entertain his imagination as he watches chuuya pay for the wine. ah wait--they should look for somewhere to sit, no? ]
Over there looks nice. [ he points to an area some fifty or so meters from them, where some benches are under the shade of the trees. ] We could go there.
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I have no idea if this wine is any good.
[But for someone who usually drinks ridiculously expensive wine, he doesn't actually sound too concerned about that. It's got alcohol, he checked.]
I didn't even ask if you like wine.