[He texts William the address and then flops on the couch to wait, bringing up a search on delivery in the area. He's starting to get to know these places pretty well, actually; someone can't cook much of anything to speak of. Certainly not for company when he has it.
Hmm, maybe Western food this time . . . he wonders if they had pizza in the William's Century.]
[A little bit later and he makes his way to Leon's. The nice thing about CERES is that residential area is easy enough to navigate.
He knocks on the door, waiting for a moment. Paying visits is pretty different here for a number of reasons and William can't say he minds. It is far easier to avoid offending people. Usually.]
[Leon hauls himself upright and over to the door after the first knock, swinging it open. Yooooo.
His place is what it is, pretty much what you'd expect of him, certainly not in line with Victorian sensibilities; you'd need to head to Kirigiri's place for that. But he's got it pretty well picked up at the moment, at least, comfortably clean enough without being . . . well, an apartment belonging to a neat freak. Which this is decidedly not.
Leon grins and opens the door wide to let him in. How does people coming over to visit even work in William Time World, he wonders? Maybe he'll find out?]
[Yeah, it really was what William had been expecting of Leon's home. It almost clashes a little, but the demon world does that too. Besides, you have to accept these sort of things in the glorious future.]
Man, that's nicer than I expected from you. Ha ha!
[He closes the door behind them and retreats to near the couch, pausing there on his way to the kitchen to turn and watch William do that. He's a foreigner . . . Leon wonders if he's going to have to ask him to take off his shoes. Or will he do it himself? How's that work in his time? Not that he cares much anyway, but it's yet another cultural curiosity.]
You want anything? To drink I mean. I'm gonna order us food in a few!
. . . Y'know, seeing you in my place is like a total style mismatch . . .
[Well interesting is a pretty neutral word that can be used to mean anything from a high compliment to a petty insult. Though William really isn't trying to be mean this time.
He was a guest after all.]
Water is fine.
[He blinked and laughed.]
I think I am mismatched to the style of this whole colony.
[He heads into the kitchen to get water; there's no door between the two sections of room, so he just yells into the living room as he goes.]
Heh, no kidding! But think about it this way, you're over here to play video games, right? You're like, catching up with the modern world! Maybe you can go back home and sell people future stuff and make a ton of money like that!
[Enjoy your trashy decor. There's a picture in a frame on a table nearby; it's of this girl with someone else. The other person, though, is blocked from sight by a piece of paper stuck into that side of the frame. Huh. Whomever it is, though, she looks thrilled to be with them, much more cheerful than she appears in the link there.
Leon calls back from the kitchen, grabbing glasses, rooting around in the fridge, all that junk:]
Ain't you a genius? You practically live in the library! I mean, I guess that might just be 'cuz you work there and all.
[He pops back into the room and sets William's water, and his own cola, down on the coffee table before he heads over to grab the controllers and turn on the console.]
It's gonna get invented eventually anyway, right? Someone's gotta be the guy to do that! It happened in my world way before I was born! So it could totally be you. You've got a shortcut right here in front o' you. You're gonna be rich, man! Maybe I'll come with you so I can get a cut, ha ha!
'Cuz you're all so repressed, or the dress code, or what?
[He's turned away right now to grab the gear, and it's only that that gives him the courage to add:]
. . . Might still work out better for me than my world.
[And then he turns back to approach the couch again, flop down in front of his soda, and hold out a controller to William. He sets his own down on the table, though, and grabs his CereVice off it instead, opening it up to browse for delivery first; if he doesn't do this now he's going to get into the game and forget to eat or something, he knows it.]
We are not quite that repressed, but it is probably a bit more strict than you are used to.
[William had thought Leon to be a bit of a cad at first and well... he still slightly is, but that's less acceptable back home. Unless you are running in a lower social circle.
He takes the controller and looks it over for a minute. Well the principal doesn't seem too different at least.]
Heh, what're you plannin' on asking for here? I'm not getting delivery otoro or anything! How 'bout you tell me what you're in the mood for and I'll either order it or laugh at you!
[Not that William is probably going to pick something like otoro anyway, but Leon's not sure what the Western equivalent is here. Caviar . . . steak? Delivery steak? At least steaks are pretty huge. He shifts closer to William on the sofa, setting his CereVice to hover so they can both look at the menu options; right now it's not a specific restaurant, but a list of options. Sushi, Chinese, Indian, Americana, there's probably a little of everything in a colony like this. And Leon makes use of the whole delivery thing here pretty frequently.]
Have you even had otoro before, or are you just sayin' that 'cuz I said it was expensive?
[Ha ha. He pulls up the menu for his favorite pizza place, settling back against the couch to scroll through and make his selections.
Man . . . at times like this, with his crazy hovering phone-thing with a billion apps that will order him delicious (cheap! so much cheaper than in Japan!) pizza delivered by robots, this place is actually pretty cool. As long as he doesn't think about CERES tracking him through said phone-thing.
But he's even got a friend over to enjoy it with, making all of that ten times easier to put out of his head.]
I oughta get some crazy topping just to mess with you.
[Damn, it's hard to decide whether to call William's bluff or not. Leon himself isn't a huge fan of weird crap on pizza; he doesn't want to ruin it just to watch the expression on William's face! As funny as it might be. And what if William actually likes it and Leon "loses" twice over?
Better safe than sorry. He's just putting pepperoni and onions on it after all. Lame. He talks as he punches in the order:]
It's just the part of the tuna that's super fatty. You eat it raw . . . I always thought it was pretty pointless. Like, it's all just raw fish, it tastes like raw fish! Why would you pay that much money when you could get cheaper raw fish that probably tastes like raw fish too? I don't get it.
It ain't my favorite thing either . . . y'know when we were stuck out in the jungle I ate a whole fish raw? The whole time I was just like, c'mon, it's just like sashimi, it's totally no different from sashimi! But I couldn't convince myself! . . . I was still hungry enough to do it, though.
[He finishes up ordering and tosses his CereVice onto the cushion next to him, grabbing his controller again.]
You wanna get started on an empty stomach? This'll be practice mode! I'm real generous even letting a prodigy like you practice first, right?
Hey, I've played this game a billion times! And this's just the start, too! We're gonna find a game I can beat you at!
[His true intentions revealed. Okay, no, his true intentions just involved having a friend over. But there's maybe an aspect of this in there too!
He brings up the intro and the menu screen; it's another fighting game, but one that isn't in the arcade. It's Lethal Konflict or something, you know the type. The graphics and gore are both pretty impressive on this one.]
Buuut I figured since this is a rematch and all, we'd start with this!
[Because it would be pretty embarrassing if Leon lost to him at all of these.
Yeah, William is over confident. He thinks he has totally mastered this, the last frontier of the future.
But wow, this game has a stupid name. It sounds so... what is that word he saw online? Edgelord? Yeah, that's the one.]
But let us see what we have here...
[He looks through the character select screen though and wow, so many generic ninja dudes and ladies that are just palette swaps. He settles for the dude in blue though, because his color scheme is the least atrocious.]
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But yes, just give me a bit and I will be over.
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Hmm, maybe Western food this time . . . he wonders if they had pizza in the William's Century.]
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He knocks on the door, waiting for a moment. Paying visits is pretty different here for a number of reasons and William can't say he minds. It is far easier to avoid offending people. Usually.]
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His place is what it is, pretty much what you'd expect of him, certainly not in line with Victorian sensibilities; you'd need to head to Kirigiri's place for that. But he's got it pretty well picked up at the moment, at least, comfortably clean enough without being . . . well, an apartment belonging to a neat freak. Which this is decidedly not.
Leon grins and opens the door wide to let him in. How does people coming over to visit even work in William Time World, he wonders? Maybe he'll find out?]
Yooooo!
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Hello. Thank you for having me.
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You have an interesting place.
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[He closes the door behind them and retreats to near the couch, pausing there on his way to the kitchen to turn and watch William do that. He's a foreigner . . . Leon wonders if he's going to have to ask him to take off his shoes. Or will he do it himself? How's that work in his time? Not that he cares much anyway, but it's yet another cultural curiosity.]
You want anything? To drink I mean. I'm gonna order us food in a few!
. . . Y'know, seeing you in my place is like a total style mismatch . . .
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He was a guest after all.]
Water is fine.
[He blinked and laughed.]
I think I am mismatched to the style of this whole colony.
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Heh, no kidding! But think about it this way, you're over here to play video games, right? You're like, catching up with the modern world! Maybe you can go back home and sell people future stuff and make a ton of money like that!
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Now there is an idea! But first, I think we would need to learn how to make the actual computer behind it. That could be difficult.
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Leon calls back from the kitchen, grabbing glasses, rooting around in the fridge, all that junk:]
Ain't you a genius? You practically live in the library! I mean, I guess that might just be 'cuz you work there and all.
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Probably better not to ask though.]
Yes, but we wouldn't have the components back there. I do not know if we could even easily make them. Not without a lot work...
[Though it would still be worth doing of course.]
It would almost take more money to make it than would be worth it!
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[He pops back into the room and sets William's water, and his own cola, down on the coffee table before he heads over to grab the controllers and turn on the console.]
It's gonna get invented eventually anyway, right? Someone's gotta be the guy to do that! It happened in my world way before I was born! So it could totally be you. You've got a shortcut right here in front o' you. You're gonna be rich, man! Maybe I'll come with you so I can get a cut, ha ha!
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[He takes a drink of water then laughs.]
You would hate it there though! Trust me, you of all people definitely would.
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[He's turned away right now to grab the gear, and it's only that that gives him the courage to add:]
. . . Might still work out better for me than my world.
[And then he turns back to approach the couch again, flop down in front of his soda, and hold out a controller to William. He sets his own down on the table, though, and grabs his CereVice off it instead, opening it up to browse for delivery first; if he doesn't do this now he's going to get into the game and forget to eat or something, he knows it.]
Sooooo! What kinda food d'you want?
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[William had thought Leon to be a bit of a cad at first and well... he still slightly is, but that's less acceptable back home. Unless you are running in a lower social circle.
He takes the controller and looks it over for a minute. Well the principal doesn't seem too different at least.]
What are you willing to pay for?
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[Not that William is probably going to pick something like otoro anyway, but Leon's not sure what the Western equivalent is here. Caviar . . . steak? Delivery steak? At least steaks are pretty huge. He shifts closer to William on the sofa, setting his CereVice to hover so they can both look at the menu options; right now it's not a specific restaurant, but a list of options. Sushi, Chinese, Indian, Americana, there's probably a little of everything in a colony like this. And Leon makes use of the whole delivery thing here pretty frequently.]
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[But no, he's not out to destroy Leon's wallet. William has more class than that.]
Pizza is fine though. Whatever you want to get on it. I'm pretty lenient on toppings.
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[Ha ha. He pulls up the menu for his favorite pizza place, settling back against the couch to scroll through and make his selections.
Man . . . at times like this, with his crazy hovering phone-thing with a billion apps that will order him delicious (cheap! so much cheaper than in Japan!) pizza delivered by robots, this place is actually pretty cool. As long as he doesn't think about CERES tracking him through said phone-thing.
But he's even got a friend over to enjoy it with, making all of that ten times easier to put out of his head.]
I oughta get some crazy topping just to mess with you.
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[But fortunately, William is easily satisfied.]
Try me. As long as it isn't something utterly horrifying, I can manage it.
[Probably. Or he might regret it.]
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Better safe than sorry. He's just putting pepperoni and onions on it after all. Lame. He talks as he punches in the order:]
It's just the part of the tuna that's super fatty. You eat it raw . . . I always thought it was pretty pointless. Like, it's all just raw fish, it tastes like raw fish! Why would you pay that much money when you could get cheaper raw fish that probably tastes like raw fish too? I don't get it.
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[The raw fish part seems durable, considering some of the stuff that passes for food back home.]
But eating it raw...
Pickled herring is bad enough cooked. I can't imagine it in the natural state.
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[He finishes up ordering and tosses his CereVice onto the cushion next to him, grabbing his controller again.]
You wanna get started on an empty stomach? This'll be practice mode! I'm real generous even letting a prodigy like you practice first, right?
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What are you going to do when CERES or some other dumb preternatural being drops you in the middle of bugfuck nowhere again?
But that is a concern for another time.]
No problem. And I think you are the one who is going to need the handicap considering how well I have picked this up so far!
[This may or may not be over confidence speaking.]
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[His true intentions revealed. Okay, no, his true intentions just involved having a friend over. But there's maybe an aspect of this in there too!
He brings up the intro and the menu screen; it's another fighting game, but one that isn't in the arcade. It's Lethal Konflict or something, you know the type. The graphics and gore are both pretty impressive on this one.]
Buuut I figured since this is a rematch and all, we'd start with this!
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[Because it would be pretty embarrassing if Leon lost to him at all of these.
Yeah, William is over confident. He thinks he has totally mastered this, the last frontier of the future.
But wow, this game has a stupid name. It sounds so... what is that word he saw online? Edgelord? Yeah, that's the one.]
But let us see what we have here...
[He looks through the character select screen though and wow, so many generic ninja dudes and ladies that are just palette swaps. He settles for the dude in blue though, because his color scheme is the least atrocious.]
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