“I think y’got a real skewed sense a ‘how it is’ for people pal. Cuz wakin’ up in th’gutter ain’t exactly ideal.”
Despite the irony of the fact that he himself has woken up at the base of waterfalls which was the jungle’s equivalent of the aforementioned ‘gutter’.
Nothing was exactly ideal. Of course, he wouldn’t dare mention that. Ky’s own views of reality were no doubt different than most. A reason to why he decided to shrug and attempt to not push the subject further.
“Fair enough. However, the gutter is one of the far better places i’ve woken up in.”
“Sometimes you just have to wake up in the gutter in another country. Sometimes… that is just how it is.” Or, how it was for him when he got quite drunk.
“if you want my opinion? it’s easier to steal something while it’s being shown in the middle of a gala than behind closed doors.” where things had far more security and were locked away. at least that was the way he saw it.
“THE HELL it isn’t. Listen I don’ give two shits ‘bout cockin’ up man. Everyone makes mistakes BUT YA AIN’T jus’ ditchin’ this fer me t’clean up. Ya dig? Disasters are my FORTÉ.”
“yeah, about that —,” should he have said the obvious? possibly not, but then again… it wasn’t like he cared too much either. he wasn’t cleaning up anything. well, he could, but it was doubtful. “sucks to be you.”
“Uh I killed a fuckin’ DRAGON. I don’ run from SHIT no more. I figure one, ‘f yer gonna kill me ya woulda already done it, two on th’off chance that yer layin’ waitin’ t’do it well then at least it’ll beat bein’ shot an’ left in a ditch by that BITCH Russian.”
He shrugs, arms crossed at the notion before drawing in a deep breath and shrugging arms outstretched to emphasize his resignation.
“Dunno ‘bout you but I LIKE it when people act like m’dumb. Makes it sweeter when I wipe th’floor with their sorry fuckin’ asses.”
“not everything can be solved by acting.”
truthfully, he would have enjoyed it if everything could be, but reality was complicated. sometimes, ky put on a show just for flare, and other times it was needed. more to the point, he would rather show up dressed for the ‘part’ rather than in something comfortable… even if he didn’t enjoy it.
“sometimes, you have to be yourself, and hope for the best.”
“—- yeah, NOT my problem.” he may have been many things, but he never ENJOYED cleaning up his messes. it didn’t matter if he CAUSED them directly or otherwise.
“Look th’part of what–––a stark and cold business man? Cuz ya don’ need a SUIT t’play that well pal. I’ve heard & seen some of th’shit that happens when yer around an’ I think anyone smart ‘nough t’notice would be runnin’ fer th’hills.”
“i don’t see you runnin’ yet.” it was a simple assessment as he moved to straighten his tie, “i do what’s needed, i’m great at sealing deals, and i must look the part. if i wear just jeans… i’m just a guy wearing jeans, but this gives an image.” a pause, “something that people know right away… makes things easier.”
“I’d take that as a shot but ya look like a fuckin’ PENGUIN so I’ll let that be it’s OWN reward…’least fer me. Yer screwed pal, no shame in that but s’a hell of a good time fer me.”
“to be quite fair, when it’s business, i dress as i need to, and let… their respective gods sort out the rest.” a deep sigh escaped his lips as he ran his hands through his hair, “either way, what i look like doesn’t matter… as long as i look the part.”
“If you have, then you know why i’m doing this myself.” He took risks, more risks than he was willing to take at times, and yet… he always found himself alive at the end. Maybe, he just enjoyed the thrill, but at the same time… he wanted to see who would finally put an end to his existence and laugh. “I don’t need you.”
“It’s called style. Well, style, and having close to twenty suits you rarely wear anymore. I prefer jeans and a cheep shirt more often than not.”
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