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Reimi Sugimoto ⬤ JJBA: Diamond Is Unbreakable
residential district ⬤ ???
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[teaserving]

my life happned

[doreimi]

you mean before you died

?

[teaserving]

yeah

[doreimi]

hey abbacchio

...

you're not really an accountant, are you

[teaserving]

no i ahte math

[doreimi]

when you grabbed that guy at the REGRETTI shack

you knew what you were doing, you just stepped around him like it was nothing

[teaserving]

i usd to be a cop

[doreimi]

No wonder you're such a good guy.

but I guess you must've seen some pretty bad stuff huh

[teaserving]

no
im really the worst
a guy like me
im worhtles

i was a cop but they took my badge for what i did

[doreimi]

you're not worthless. you're not. i've met someone who's worthless and you're nothing like him.

What do you mean, what you did?

[teaserving]

my partner died because of me
because i hesitated shooting a guy

i hesitated because the guy was someone i was taking bribes from
im not just an asshole
im a fucking dirty cop

[doreimi]

Why...? Did you need the money?

[teaserving]

no

I gave up on my dream

i was tired of shitbags getting off light and protecting the wrong people

[doreimi]

I get it. And that's why you thought, if you can't beat them...

That's why you said you weren't like me. Holding out as long as I did. Because you didn't hold out...for your dream.

[teaserving]

im useless without someone stronger
i told you that

i cant see anything through to the end
i just give up without someone else telling me what to do

[doreimi]

Am I stronger than you?

[teaserving]

yes
a lot stronger

[doreimi]

Then I'm telling you to listen to me.

Your partner didn't die because of you. Your partner died because of what that other guy did. It wasn't you. And he would tell you the same thing.

I know better than anyone how he'd feel, because I died saving someone and I would never ever think that I died because of the person I saved. I died because a monster killed me. That's all it is.

[teaserving]

[for awhile, abbacchio doesn't respond. eventually, though:]

Do you know whats fucked up
he was waiting for me after i died
he wasnt mad at all
or even disappointed

so youre right
i dont get it but youre right

[doreimi]

It doesn't stop it from hurting any.

I know it still hurts.

Maybe it won't stop hurting for a long time.

[teaserving]

i just kind of accepted its gonna be like this
i dont know

[doreimi]

I'm going to come over, okay? Please don't drink any more.

Are you allergic to dogs? I'm going to bring Arnold with me.

[teaserving]

yeah
ok

dogs are fine
door's unlocked

[doreimi]

[It's hard not to just run the whole way to Abbacchio's residence. She's tempted to; it feels as though she ought to be able to, because in all honesty she doesn't feel that much physically different here than she ever did at home when she was dead. It's not as though she notices her heartbeat now when she didn't before. It's not as though she's warmer or colder; she was solid then, in her alley, so it's not as though she was always intangible.

But she knows full well that if she were to run, she'd wear herself out, both from exerting herself too much and from the strange way she seems to be burning through more Chroma than usual. So she only hurries, as quick as she can manage while still being prudent, and when she reaches his door she knocks before cracking it open and peering inside.]

Abbacchio? It's me. I'm here, I'm coming in, okay?

[teaserving]

[Immediately after their conversation ended, Abbacchio thought about just going back to what he was doing. But he isn't that much of a bastard to want to disappoint her, so he stays curled up on the couch, looking hazily at the bottles he's emptied. He really can't remember how many glasses he's had, but he felt too overwhelmed with everything.

Some days are worse than others. Today was bad, and then he felt guilty for not appreciating the people in his newfound life as much as he should. Then it just got bad again, he really didn't need to dump all of his shit onto Reimi.

But she's here, so. Nothing to be done about it now.

The inside of the flat looks a bit like Hot Topic vomited all over it, only with a lot of moon-based decor because that's just how this place is. So it's a lot of dark colors, some of it tacky, some of it tasteful in some sort of weird harmony that works for him.

He smells like wine. The apartment probably does, too.]

...Yeah. Okay. Come in.