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[duranduel]

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[modissty]

[He's frowning, but he pulls his hands away, even if he looks more openly distraught about it than he normally would. Drunkenly still, but also insistently:]

Of course I am. Why would I not be? You look upset and you're covered in blood, and something's going on that I don't understand...

[duranduel]

I look upset...?

[Mandricardo just stands, and he just...peers at the other's face. Trying to understand.]

...I'm sorry if I worried you. [And he really seems to mean it, his mouth turned into a frown.] I mean, being worried is a sign you're my friend, right? So...thanks for...worrying. I guess.

[modissty]

[HE'S JUST LOOKING SO DISTRESSED. PLEASE, HIS BRAINCELLS. He looks like he wants to reach out again but he stops himself, and instead, after a second, he just crouches down like being closer to the ground will help with anything.]

I have no idea what's happening. [HELP. HELP!!] Why is that even a question? Why would you think that we aren't friends?

[duranduel]

No, I just...I know how friends should act, and this is like...yeah. Friends should act like this? The way you act towards me is how friends should be.

[And yet it's like......]

[He's not sure?]

Anyways, I'm absolutely sure you're my friend.

[modissty]

[From his new home on the dirt, which he's now just sitting in:]

Yes, I am. I care about you very much... But I don't know what to do about this. I know it will wear off, like everything else, but...

[Still, he's not a fan of any of this!! He's sure Mandricardo isn't, either!! Probably!]

[duranduel]

What will wear off?

[...]

[He just goes to lie down next to him on the dirt.]

[This is what friends do, right?]

[modissty]

[Yes, absolutely. Welcome to the dirt! He's just going to flop onto his back too and then slightly turn his head in Mandricardo's direction, but otherwise not move much.]

Whatever is happening. Whatever happened to you back then that made... this - whatever is going on - happen.

[duranduel]

I don't know what you're talking about?

[He'll just reach over to gently pet over the other's head, before trailing his fingers in his hair.]

A lot of things are confusing, honestly...

[modissty]

[He seems to appreciate it in the way tactile intoxicated people do, even though he's still looking VERY DISTRESSED. And still confused. He's also confused! Matchies.]

What do you mean? What sorts of things?

[duranduel]

[He's actually silent for a moment, just threading through his hair. Nice and softly. He does seem to be self-conscious about this, frowning, but he finally gets the nerve to speak.]

...It feels like I'm looking at everyone through like...frosted glass. And they're makin' gestures or sayin' things, but...I don't get it.

[modissty]

[NOW HE'S STARTING TO FEEL SLEEPY but that's also partially because he's just been running on adrenaline for hours... Even though they're just in the dirt of the garden on the eve of Die Day, and they're both clearly not in their right minds, he can feel himself calming down a little.

His brow furrows at the description, though. Hm! That sounds terrible, actually.]

...I can understand, then, why that would be confusing.

[duranduel]

Yeah. But I'm trying my best.

[Doing what he can! Trying what he can! Haha. Everything sucks.]

[He just sighs, leaning in to lean his head against the other's shoulder.]

Hm. [...] But you're acting oddly, yourself. I don't understand why, though.

[modissty]

Mm... Let me know what can be done to help, if anything, yes?

[A moment of clear speaking in his general muddle-headedness and slurring... He reaches up, hesitating for a second before gently petting Mandricardo's head where it rests against his shoulder. Very matter-of-factly:]

I'm cursed. [He's triple-cursed actually.] And also drunk. It's fine.

[duranduel]

Okay. I don't want to bother you, though. I think that makes people annoyed if they get bothered too much?

[Oh. And a pet. He shifts to lean more into that.]

Good to know. [He's sincere about saying that! Now he knows!] Cursed with what?

[modissty]

It's fine; you don't bother or annoy me.

[He says this very certainly! Somehow! Despite the mild slur to the words. He'll also continue gently petting him because it just seems like what he should be doing in this moment.]

Cursed with drunk. [Thanks, Sakyou. Though, after a beat, with a furrowed brow, he'll add:] I didn't drink anything. [They're all just Like This... Also:] Sometimes I feel guilty for being terrible.

[duranduel]

Oh. That's good.

[At least he's knows that's a good thing? Also enjoying the pets, even though a part of him Doesn't Get It.]

Cursed with drunk...that's rough. [Buddy.] And....why do you feel guilty? Just randomly? You're not terrible.

[modissty]

[Sweet, turned-around, very confused Mandricardo... He tucks some of his hair behind his ear, gently smoothing it down.

Then, as if to demonstrate just how random his cheeseburger sasuke moments are, he half-shakes his head because he IS terrible, actually!!]

I am a criminal and I should be back in jail.

[Thanks.]

[duranduel]

[Just staring at him for a moment.]

Oh, this is a guilty moment. Shh, shh. [And just moving in to press a kiss against the side of his head.] It's okay. No jail for you. Even though...you never told me you were there in the first place...?

[modissty]

[Thanks, Mandricardo, you incredibly scrambled lad. Sakyou just pats his head as though in thanks for the very considerate gesture.]

There isn't any jail here, but if there was, I would go sit in it. [COME GET HIM POLICE HE'S DONE RUNNING!!! Also don't worry about it. Sometimes you're just in jail.

He pats Mandricardo's cheek helpfully.]

Yes. I break laws and run from the police.

[Once again, thanks.]

[duranduel]

You never told me you were a criminal.

[In the same tone as "wow you never told me your fave color was purple". Pats him back.]

What laws are you even breaking?

[modissty]

[THEY'RE JUST IN THE DIRT PATTING EACH OTHER. HELP.]

All of them, probably. A lot of them. [Then, in a quiet but super solemn like, fuckin stage-whisper:] I'm a murderer.

[duranduel]

[Nodding.....at this?]

I know that. I'm a murderer, too. So if anything, we both should be in jail.

[modissty]

[He regains a bit of lucidity from cheeseburgeritis, perhaps?! No breaks from the drunk curse though, so he's just gently patting Mandricardo's face again before brushing some hair out of it with tender tipsy care.]

No, it's good that you're not in jail. I'm glad that you're here.

[duranduel]

[Now he's the one reaching over to take the other's face in his hands, gently, staring at him.]

This is what "glad" is? Hm.

[A pause.]

Maybe...I'm glad, too.

[modissty]

[MANDI your EMOTIONAL IDENTIFICATION ABILITIES... Sakyou still has no idea what the fuck is happening here but he seems happy to hear that?! He's just smiling in that one-fried-braincell kind of way.]

Good - good. You deserve to be. It's troubling to see you upset...