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[video/optional action] so close but we should've been closer

[raphael, looking particularly polished today in a white suit. or overpolished, frowning a little bit and shoving a hand through his bangs.]

I usually hate it when I get the urge to be proactive. It tends to be so much trouble for so little payoff. But lately, I... I don't know. It might still be trouble, but at the very least I've cleared my conscience.

[there's a long pause, and then raphael coughs. and actually tries to smile for the camera.]

Kira, I've been hypocritical. I can't hold you responsible for fixing things with Michael when I'm not willing to let bygones be bygones myself. And you've had-- a rough morning. So I think it's past time that we went out for drinks. Hell, I'll even pay for them.

Messiah, I have three or four dresses you can borrow if you'd like to save some money. Don't worry, they're not overly revealing.

Belial-- [... another long pause, and for a tiny, brief second he looks horrified. but that second passes.] it's been years and I've been rude. I don't think we should meet up, but maybe one day our relations can be more cordial. I'm... willing to make an effort.

Rosiel... well. At the very least, I guess you ought to get naming privileges since you gave me the cat. If there's anything I can do for you as a doctor, I want you to let me know.

(OOC: Cursed with Armistice Day. ... Raphael has a long list of people he detests and really, this is about as friendly as he can manage. But beyond them, he should be responding normally. For the purpose of anyone who wants action tags, Raphael can probably best be found either at the bar or on his way to it.)

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Promise. We can do house visits instead.

[Kira just waits outside, finishing his cigarette and idly wondering why he hadn't thought of calling Raphael sooner. It wasn't as if he had that many friends in the city.]

[it doesn't take long for raphael to show up, as promised, landing a couple feet away. he steps up to greet kira, scrutinizing him and shaking his head ruefully.]

You look too depressed for house visits. Come on.

Is that your expert diagnosis?

[Gladly heading for the bar, though. And inspecting Raphael in turn.]

You don't exactly look like sunshine yourself. Apologies not going over well?

Some worse than others. They act like I've lost my mind. [and being friendly to belial just made him feel nervous.] You took it better than anyone.

[which is... a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. he pulls the door open for him, letting him go in first before following inside.] My diagnosis isn't worth much without attaching a treatment, even if it is copious amounts of alcohol.

Suppose it's a bit sudden. Don't worry about it, mostly don't deserve it anyway.

[The magic of curses, it makes him accept this rather easily. Thankfully his cursing isn't going so far that he feels like making amends to Rosiel...]

Copious amount of alcohol. See, that's what makes you a good doctor.

And not my milenia of experience? Distressing.

[He laughs, a little dryly, but not unkindly, taking a seat at the bar and flagging down the bartender.]

What'll you have, Kira?

[... as he's ordering something frightfully girly like a strawberry daiquiri for himself.]

They've taught you how alcohol's the right cure for this, so I guess they didn't hurt, either.

[Sits down next to him, then blinks for a moment before shrugging. What the hell.]

I'll have what he's having.

[He can be macho when there're girls to impress.]

[Raphael gives him a vaguely amused glance at that.]

And here I had you pegged for whiskey. I've misjudged you even more than I realized.

Actually go for sake most the time, but whiskey's good, too. Just don't want you to be the only one with frilly stuff and a straw, I'd get jealous.

[Sake. He should have counted on that one, but then, he'd tried to only ever consider Kira in terms of Michael.]

Jealous? I'd share.

[The drinks are pushed in front of them after that, Raphael toying absentmindedly with the umbrella.]

A toast? Or should we just see how many of these things we can go through?

[None of the people from their world aside from Setsuna spend much time thinking of the 'Kira' part of the equation with the result 'Lucifer' anyway.]

Aw. We should share the next one, sounds like something to bond over.

[He lifts his glass and thinks for a moment.]

To...

Is there anything we both believe in?

[... very true.]

God?

[a rather bitter, choked laugh as he shakes his head. Hardly the most sensitive comment, but Kira's got a point.]

I'd almost sooner toast Sevi than--

[... but he drifts off, contemplating before finally raising his glass.]

Friendship. Or women. May they ever continue to go to bed with us, despite their better judgment.

Next you'll suggest Rosiel...

[Excuse the shudder.]

May we always leave them wanting more.

[Clinking glasses together, he can drink to that.]

Always.

[And may they never trap our hear-- oh, as if that would be kidding anyone. A crooked smirk and he takes a sip of his drink.]

You've got to be careful around here, though. Too many are jaded or taken. Or both.

[Not that it bothers him from any moral standpoint, obviously. It's just a minor annoyance.]

So am I, more's the pity. Who cares?

[He takes a sip from the drink, then another, trying to decide whether he likes the taste. Unsure so far.]

So what's the best you had in the City?

[Raphael's hardly a connoisseur himself. As long as it's sweet, he's not particular.]

Those eight prostitutes, once we'd started back up again. If you can believe that. Although I'm not sure if that's only because I hadn't had an orgy in... damn, at least a couple hundred years.

[Harder to keep quiet about. And coordinate. Poor Khamael.]

And you? Maybe I know the girl.

I'll believe that. They're professionals, after all. Good thing I talked Rosiel into that.

[He's currently not sure whether he likes his drinks to be sweet. But it has alcohol, so he decides it works well enough.]

Best, mhm, probably Carla during the highschool curse.

I'd pay to see his expression when you did.

[He laughs, shortly, taking another swallow. He's never had a listening ear where women or Rosiel were concerned.]

Carla? She's-- I don't know what to make of her. Probably more your type than mine.

It was much the way you imagine.

What's my type? [Laughs then shrugs and takes a long sip. Through the straw. From his strawberry daiquiri.]

What's my type then? Or what's yours?

Oh, I'll take almost anyone but I like nice girls. I always have.

[It ought not to have been anything to reflect on at length, but he continues to trail off, breaking the umbrella in the process.]

Gentle people. Maybe because I'm not at all. You, on the other hand, only like the dangerous ones.

[Since he likes Raphael ~~today~~, he'll refrain from commenting on that 'always'.]

Heh. Implying that maybe I'm harmless?

[Seeing as he's apparently nice, he gives Raphael his umbrella to replace the broken one.]

So that's what made her special to you.

I know better than that.

[He'll keep it. If he doesn't break it in the aftermath.]

... I suppose. She called me out on what I was-- Jibril used to do that but it never had the same effect.

That you do. Though you're biased, usually.

[Not questioning much why not right now.]

Jibril's not cute, she's just annoying.

... Yeah. Yeah, I am.

[a very brief apologetic look, before the rest of the conversation, as it's wont to do when it concerns women, distracts him out of it]

Oh, no, Jibril's quite attractive. The trouble is that all the sanctimoniousness makes it hard to notice.

That's what I meant, really. Although it does make it fun to get under her skin, at least.

So you like being called out, as long as it's by a cute girl?

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