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WHO? midnigher

dipolar
WHAT? hei's never seen a movie and m wants pelmeni, trade-off
WHEN? today, right now as you read, you're in the shit
ANYTHING ELSE? will add warnings if existential crises occur, i guess?

(movie poached from the library, ingredients poached from the mess hall, and a couple of hours between lights out and training at 0600. time enough for a movie and snacks.

he's a bit apprehensive with no movie experience under his belt and a tendency to fidget, but he's leaving his capsule in the dead hours of the "night" to seek midnighter out all the same. the plan is to meet him in the library and does, depositing the pelmeni onto a low coffee table surrounded by a pod of comfortable sofas — that he seems determined to bodily shove against the wall as crows look on flatly. having something at his back will make him far more likely to sit still, vantage of the terminals and shelving broad.

stands back to admire his own handiwork, then looks to m for approval.)

This'll do for now. You managed to get the tablet?

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Citizen Kane's the best movie ever. Way better than Rocky Horror. I thought it was... [Midnighter waves his hand, the gesture for 'so-so'.] Not enough fighting.

Then that's the one I want to see next. (matter-of-factly, eyelids low as he turns back to the movie.

almost seems a bit smug. he's going to see the best movie ever, after all. how many people can say they've done that?)

This is a tolerable night... I can't complain about this one. (reaches up to rub at his chin in thought.) Guy's gone and done it now, getting his handprints all over that gun. Is he really going to go and kill Bruno's father? What happens in the end?

(uh, spoilers?)

Wow, thanks.

[But he's grinning. Midnighter's having fun too, as much as he wouldn't admit it so readily. He'd happily do this again, though. It'll be something to look forward to in the trenches.]

What d'you think'll happen?

...

(nods after a long moment of critical thinking.)

They'll all die.

(clearly not that critical.)

[Midnighter assumes this is a joke, and as far as jokes go, it's precisely his sense of humor-- morbid and surprising. He snorts and reaches for a glass of water.]

[Obviously sarcastic,] Yep. How'd you know.

An educated guess, based on the fact that they've both involved themselves in something dangerous and made a pact at the beginning of the movie. I think they'll kill each other.

(closes his eyes... he is wise, this is an intelligent response...)

If anyone else dies, it'll be Barbara. She knows too much. Bruno should kill her straight away, lest he be caught.

[Oh god, he didn't know Midnighter was joking. Should he say something? Uh... he'll just wait it out.]

Who're you even rooting for, here?

(NODS)

I want Barbara to win. She's the most sensible one in this foolish situation.

Uh huh. So she's your favorite.

[Hearing Hei's hot takes is quickly turning into the best part of this film.]

What d'you mean by 'winning', here?

Surviving.

(looking over at him with a very determined kind of seriousness, far too keen to make this into a competition.)

You can't play, you've seen the movie before. Barbara will survive and I'll win as well.

You think there's gonna be a throwdown at the end?

[He's careful to keep his voice nonjudgmental, hoping he keeps the amusement out of it as well.]

It's just betting against the house. What d'you want if you win?

I think so. There has to be some sort of climax.

(eyebrow raising with a twitch of a smirk.)

You make me food, the next time. How does that sound?

[Midnighter returns a frown.]

That would not be a win for you, believe me.

On the contrary, I think the attempt would be amusing to eat.

(yeah, he's still a shit-head.)

I've eaten worse things. Like soup made out of weeds someone picked from the ground. Just picked whatever green thing she could find. It was awful.

I'd say you should just watch me fail, then, but sure, if you wanna eat it.

[He shakes his head, a smile creeping back over his features.]

And what if I win?

Why not both?

(porque no los dos???)

It's your choice, if you win. I chose what I wanted to see from you. What side are you even betting for?

No, no, I can't pick. I've seen it before, remember? You're betting on yourself.

[Betting, odds, competitions, that always made perfect sense to him.]

So pick something fitting.

Ah...

(right. spares this some serious thought.)

I have to be nice for a whole hour.

(A WHOLE HOUR)

What.

[What?]

When am I not nice?

No. If you win, I have to be nice for a whole hour.

(repeats himself, looking over with a flat expression.)

[Another chapter in a book titled 'not everything is about you, Midnighter'.]

You're plenty nice. You're fine. [If you're a bird, I'm a bird!]

I'm not nice.

...

Your standards are all fucked up.

[ok, possibly, but-]

You're as kind as you need to be. I dunno, doesn't strike me as mean. Maybe everybody you deal with is just a whiner. Actually, that's probably it. [Noctis...]

That's not it.

... (well—)

There are a great many whiners, but this is my personality.

I noticed.

[Haaaa.]

I still don't think it's a big enough win for me. Not like I'm crying from your crushing insults.

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