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[Judgmental John hmphs! once again, before giving a simple response. That is for you to decide!]
[he offers no further explanation beyond that, but Edamura is clearly not paying attention. he's far too busy peering at the door's hinges, wondering if he can somehow jerry rig something in this stupid bathroom into a screwdriver to pull them loose. he can't, of course. there is literally nothing in this bathroom that could be used as a screwdriver]
[For them to decide... hm. Toma eyes the portrait, then the man currently investigating the edges of the door like he's intending to take it off his hinges somehow.]
...Are you really that worried about what you've gotten up to?
[Because, like. Sure, people can surprise you, but he sure hasn't gotten the impression so far that this guy would have done anything that measured up to Toma's own "sins".]
[a surly grump echoes throughout the bathroom once Edamura decides the hinges are a lost cause. he stands up straight, hands resting against his hips as he looks the door up and down. maybe if he charges at it with enough force. . .]
[. . . no. then he'll just break his scrawny little shoulder]
It's not so much that as it is the principle of the thing.
[ah. so it's about principles]
I literally just came in here to use the bathroom.
[and then he was assaulted by this stupid painting and its stupid demands on his way out. is nothing in this resort sacred??]
[Toma feels like he can almost guess what possibility the guy is turning over in his head... in theory, Toma could actually potentially get the door broken down, but. That would require a degree of either generosity or determination to get out of the room that he simply doesn't possess.
Maybe he'd be more worried, if he suspected this little dork of being able to break out a properly sadistic punishment, but... once again. Not the impression he has so far.]
Mm. Well, welcome to the Golden Peacock. We're hardly allowed dignity here, after all.
Unfortunately, the most efficient way out with these kinds of things tends to be to play along.
[silence stretches between them as Edamura continues to stare at the door, sulky and dour, as if he could blow it apart with just his mind. then he sighs and tilts his head in Toma's direction]
[. . .]
. . . I guess if I have to "confess" something, it might as well be to you.
[mister "people like us." there are many individuals in the resort he will never tell about his criminal proclivities. but someone cut from the same cloth, who works in the same business. . . well. that should be fine, right?]
Sure. And, if the punishment really is "up to us"... can I assume, if I can guarantee that you won't be the one subject to it, that you'll be smart with that responsibility?
[In other words: If he can decisively present a worse crime than Edamura's, will Edamura know better than to do something that will piss him off. Still not a matter of trust, by any means.]
[Excuse you-- Toma gives him a look right back. Partly because that is, frankly, the type of shit Chobe does to him, and hearing it from this guy is kind of irritating - but, whatever. It works, and John can cope.]
Alright. Fine, then. [He gestures toward him.] You go first, and I'll name something worse.
[Wouldn't do to just break out the worst shit he can think of, after all. He feels like that wouldn't go over well.]
[stares at Toma for just one second too long, before he looks away, shuts his eyes, and sighs]
Once, I pretended to be a chemical research doctor just to sell fake drugs to a gang leader. For ten million dollars.
[his delivery is perfectly even. almost a deadpan, really. that is by far not his worst crime, but it's still a pretty notable one. something to satisfy Judgmental John's demands, while also not revealing too much more about himself than what Toma already figured out]
[Predictably committing that to memory, raising his eyebrows a bit as he does... interesting.
More immediately pertinent, though... he nods, and turns to the painting. For something like that, he can stay on the lighter side, and he gives his answer nonchalantly.]
I infiltrated the staff of a nobleman's house to open the way for my brother's crew to rob it; the night of the job itself, a servant caught me opening the gate, so I killed her before she could alert anyone.
[On the lighter side! Just One murder of a civilian!]
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[he offers no further explanation beyond that, but Edamura is clearly not paying attention. he's far too busy peering at the door's hinges, wondering if he can somehow jerry rig something in this stupid bathroom into a screwdriver to pull them loose. he can't, of course. there is literally nothing in this bathroom that could be used as a screwdriver]
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...Are you really that worried about what you've gotten up to?
[Because, like. Sure, people can surprise you, but he sure hasn't gotten the impression so far that this guy would have done anything that measured up to Toma's own "sins".]
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[. . . no. then he'll just break his scrawny little shoulder]
It's not so much that as it is the principle of the thing.
[ah. so it's about principles]
I literally just came in here to use the bathroom.
[and then he was assaulted by this stupid painting and its stupid demands on his way out. is nothing in this resort sacred??]
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Maybe he'd be more worried, if he suspected this little dork of being able to break out a properly sadistic punishment, but... once again. Not the impression he has so far.]
Mm. Well, welcome to the Golden Peacock. We're hardly allowed dignity here, after all.
Unfortunately, the most efficient way out with these kinds of things tends to be to play along.
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[silence stretches between them as Edamura continues to stare at the door, sulky and dour, as if he could blow it apart with just his mind. then he sighs and tilts his head in Toma's direction]
[. . .]
. . . I guess if I have to "confess" something, it might as well be to you.
[mister "people like us." there are many individuals in the resort he will never tell about his criminal proclivities. but someone cut from the same cloth, who works in the same business. . . well. that should be fine, right?]
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[In other words: If he can decisively present a worse crime than Edamura's, will Edamura know better than to do something that will piss him off. Still not a matter of trust, by any means.]
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The worst I will do is. . . I dunno, flick your forehead, or something?
[John is clearly displeased with this, judging by the look of disgust he gives the both of them. what a terrible punishment]
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Alright. Fine, then. [He gestures toward him.] You go first, and I'll name something worse.
[Wouldn't do to just break out the worst shit he can think of, after all. He feels like that wouldn't go over well.]
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. . . why do you need me to go first for that?
[sir are you scaling the seriousness of your confession on his crime. are you. are you!1]
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Would you rather I cover my bases? List off the worst of my crimes, just to be sure they'll outweigh whatever it is you do?
[He is absolutely scaling it. Edamura you DON'T want him just listing off the ways he's killed civilians he promises you]
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Once, I pretended to be a chemical research doctor just to sell fake drugs to a gang leader. For ten million dollars.
[his delivery is perfectly even. almost a deadpan, really. that is by far not his worst crime, but it's still a pretty notable one. something to satisfy Judgmental John's demands, while also not revealing too much more about himself than what Toma already figured out]
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More immediately pertinent, though... he nods, and turns to the painting. For something like that, he can stay on the lighter side, and he gives his answer nonchalantly.]
I infiltrated the staff of a nobleman's house to open the way for my brother's crew to rob it; the night of the job itself, a servant caught me opening the gate, so I killed her before she could alert anyone.
[On the lighter side! Just One murder of a civilian!]