Father's Day...

[grandtheftmecha]

[Katina took all of Father's Day off, and has been doing her own thing. Now, in the evening, she sits on a bench on top of the tower. She has two bottles with her that she's taken a few small sips out of as she looks up into the sky.]

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[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Katina sure is hitting him with something... she grits her teeth as a few tears trickle out.]

Damned... damned alcohol is all...

[She rubs at her face a little, pressing on.]

He... while I was ignoring them... he had a heart attack. Doc said it was stress... mom couldn't... afford to hold off the funeral either... got in... touch with me a week... later.

[Katina turns away with her eyes clenched shut, suddenly embarrassed for going off like this.]

Damned whiskey...

[She still hasn't really had very much of it.]

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

[Viral is very quiet throughout. And for a while after she finishes.]

Well... that sucks.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[She sits there for a bit, choking back a few sobs and just generally feeling like shit.]

...yeah... yeah, it fucking sucks like hell.

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[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

[Viral sighs deeply.]

Look. I'm probably one of the worst people to be talking to about this, and I have no idea what kind of man your father was.

... But I doubt he'd be at all happy over you moping like this over him. Shit happens.

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[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

Get over it for his sake... or just punch me if I'm wrong. Either way, you'll feel better.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[She turns slowly and stares.]

You are... heh... a pretty awful choice, aren't you?

[She doesn't look happy but she's also not crying, though tear stains are still visible.]

Dunno why I talk to you at all... tellin' me to just... just get over it...

[She grabs a handful of his outfit.]

But dammit... you're probably right.

[She isn't letting go though - she might still want to punch him.]

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[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

[He holds up his hands in a surrendering gesture.]

You knew what you were getting into, talking to me.

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[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

Though... take as long as you need to get over it.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[Her grip loosens, her expression falls.]

Yeah. I didn't want... any stupid pop-psych routines... or a pity party. Guess I coulda gone to Mao for this too... but... I'm glad you came. Really. Thanks.

[She just... lets her hand fall. She'd embarrass herself if she hit him right now.]

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

[Oh thank god she didn't hit him. Viral sighs, leaning back against the bench now that he was free of her grip.]

Don't mention it.

...

I can shut up now, if you want.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

You know... you're not as much as an ass as you seem to think you are.

At least that's what I think, maybe I'm just crazy.

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

Heh. Maybe you're right.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

...about which one?

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

A little of both. But mostly I think it's all you humans making me soft.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

...I think you're fine this way. Just... don't get too soft alright? I like you kinda... prickly.

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

There are still plenty of sharp things to me yet. I don't think that's a problem.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Good to hear.

[She holds the bottles out to Viral.]

You know, they both liked to share.

[mr-catshark.livejournal.com]

[He finally smiles at that, and takes one of the bottles.]

A fine merit of their character.

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

Always a good one to have.

Bottoms up.

[She takes a much longer swig than before - she has the sake, lucky her - looking a good bit happier than earlier.]