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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[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.]