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Even after weeks away there was one encounter he remembered vividly. Quinn didn't remember anything from the night before, nothing. It was a blank. What he did remember was waking up in a strange bed with a splitting headache only to find himself striped down to his boxers, birds chirping away like mad. That wasn't the strangest part either, apparently he spent the night with a guy.

Seriously hung over, confused, worried, angry, and oddly sore the young man beat a hasty retreat that morning. Quinn remembered mumbling something about classes and home and other pointless excuses as he scrambled into his clothes and out the door. It wasn't like he couldn't imagine himself spending the night with another male
 In fact he could which was part of the problem. Quinn wasn't someone who would turn away from a new experience so the idea of experimenting wasn't really what was freaking him out. What was freaking him out was that he didn't remember any of it. None of it. Did a drunk Quinn decide that girls weren't worth it and picked up a guy?

Did he like it?

With those questions buzzing around his head, a head that throbbed with each step he took Quinn had practically ran from the apartment. He might not have had a lot of time to think between work while he was away but he did realize he had been an a** to more than a few people, the guy he spent the night with being one of them. Hell, he didn't even know his name! It took a bit to backtrack his path from that day but the determined, and humbled, young man had found it.

Now standing there in front of an anonymous apartment door holding a huge bundle of flowers he wondered if he should have just let everything go and just forget it. Sadly he couldn't do that. Taking a deep breath he gently kicked the door, his hands were otherwise occupied with the flowers, and waited for someone to answer it. Damn it. He really did just want to drop the flowers and run. Maybe no one will answer and he could do just that.

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Luck however wasn’t on Quinn’s side as Fai was in fact home. He didn’t have anything keeping him occupied that day, unlike his siblings, so he had been home feeding his birds when he’d heard the kicking at the apartment's front door. “Wonder who that is.” He whispered to his birds before sliding his hand from their cage and closing it he left his room.

Moving down the hallway, on slippered feet, he passed the closed doors to his siblings rooms and past the kitchen and through the living room to the entrance where were outdoor shoes were. Stepping down to where the outdoor shoe collection was he opened the door...and was greeted with flowers. The smell was..amazing but what was with all the flowers and the top of a blond head behind them.

“Excuse me? Can I help you?”



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Quinn's hopes of a drop and dash were smashed when the door he was standing in front of opened. “Um,” he had a whole speech worked out but now that he was faced with a living person, not that he could see them from behind the bundle of flowers, the whole thing just flew right out of his head. “A few weeks ago I was here and, um, I just
” He trailed off when he shifted the flowers enough to see just who had opened the door.

The green hair was pretty hard to forget. That morning in general was pretty hard to forget. His face paled slightly, he really was hoping to just pass the ‘sorry I was an a**’ flowers off without actually seeing him but apparently karma was a real b***h today. “Here,” Quinn tried to pass the large vase over to the guy. If he was lucky once free of his flowery burden he could skip out. “These are for you. Sorry I was an a**. I should probably go since you likely don't want to see me.” It was more or less the other way around. Quinn didn't want to have this conversation. He thought he was ready for it but faced with the reality he wasn't. Nope, not at all. If only he would take the flowers. Then Quinn could get out of there.



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Taking the offered flowers, still unsure why the flowers, he nodded his head slowly. “You know, it’s not polite to go assuming others thoughts and feelings.” He stated while holding the vase with a fair amount of ease, though he also had a face full of flowers. He wasn’t exactly fond of the flowers in his face, and almost invading his mouth. “Come in.” He stated while giving a kick to the door so it opened further and the other could get inside as he was turning already and heading inside.

“How’s your shoulder by the way?” He questioned glancing back over his shoulder at the blond. Golden eyes staring for a moment as he made his way into the living room. “Shoes off before you step up - proper manners.” Even if it wasn’t something the other was used to, something they didn’t do in their home, it was proper manners in his family's apartment and it would be enforced. He’d had friends in the past, while growing up, who got away with trotting about in their sneakers all about their home - it had shocked him. On his own feet were indoor house slippers, little white fluffy slippers. “Extra slippers in the small cupboard, or you can go in socks.” But absolutely no shoes past the step up.

“Also, you weren’t an a** - that’s my job.” He stated tossing a sly smile over his shoulder. “Just ask my cousin.” Although it was also his job to be a pessimist, which he did a good job at, and be late for everything...something else he excelled at though he was working on it...still.



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“Uh,” Quinn just stood there for a moment, a bit dumbfounded. “Fine. My shoulder is good.” Could he have hurt it the other night? His brow furrowed slightly as he entered and kicked off his battered sneakers, fishing around in the cupboard for a set of slippers. He didn't remember hurting himself and there wasn't a residual ache the next morning. The last time he really remembered hurting his shoulder was in that nega attack, much of the time after was hazy from drinking too much.

It took him longer to switch foot where so he scrambled to catch up, his shoes carefully put away behind him. “Yeah but,” he winced as his mind saw a double meaning in the other’s comment. Quinn didn't think he meant anything by it, Hell Quinn didn't mean anything by it when he had called himself an a**, but what if he did? He felt even worse now than he did before. He didn't even know the guy’s name!

“That night a couple of weeks ago,” Quinn ran his hand through his hair trying to figure out the best way to say ‘sorry I don't remember sleeping with you’ without being a complete tool about it. “I don't
 Remember much about it.” Or anything he silently added. “So um, I’m sorry if
. Well, if something happened.” He finished lamely. He just couldn't come right out and say it.



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Setting the vase down on the glass coffee table he turned around to stare at the other. He seemed rather unsure of what to say, or what he was saying. It was amusing, if the smile the younger wore was anything to go by. However he decided to play nice, for once, and approached the other. “I’m glad your shoulder is well, I’d hope it would be healed by now...it’s been months.” He said resting a hand on the others shoulder before walking by and heading for the kitchen to get a drink.

“It’s better you don’t remember being a drunk idiot trying to fight a youma and than me. Though I did bait you a bit, as I said I can be an a**.” Shrugging his shoulders as he moved just a short ways down the hall in order to duck into the kitchen to grab a drink. Returning with two bottles, one water and one juice, he offered the water bottle to the other.

“I suppose it’s good you don’t remember getting knocked to the ground, by me, and dusting a youma because it tripped over your downed self.” Yup, he could be an a** - but he was teasing if the smile was anything to go by. “I carried your here since I wasn’t about to call my cousin and ask her if she knew where you lived. I also wasn’t leaving you out in the rain while drunk and unconscious. So don’t worry about anything happening - nothing did. Trust me.” Plus if nothing else he’d pin the other as being straight as an ruler, though he supposed he could be wrong.



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Quinn was even more confused now. Did he know him? Could he be talking about that fateful fight? He couldn't think of any other time he had hurt his shoulder recently. His eyes nearly fell out when the guy started to explain what happened, Quinn’s jaw basicly on the ground as his mind tried to wrap around what he was being told. He absently took the bottle of water but didn't do anything with it other then clutch in his hands. “So
 So nothing happened?”

He absently sat down on a close by chair, an odd buoyancy in him. “So I didn't
 We didn't
 Oh thank god.” Quinn let out a breath and it felt like a weight was removed from his chest. “That's not what I mean.” He scrambled to explain once he realized what it sounded like. “I was just so horrified that I wouldn't have remembered not that
” He shrugged not finishing his sentence, not even sure how to finish it. “So, I, um
 A youma?” His mind seemed to catch up and realize just what the younger guy had said.

If he knew about youma there were only two options, one he was a nega but why was Quinn still alive unless he attacked a youma as a drunk civi or two he also was a order fighter. Either a senshi or a knight. That seemed so much more likely but still. “You know about youma?” He asked quietly, trying to hedge his bets and be a bit more
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Watching the other he almost felt sorry for him - almost. He did want to laugh though. The other thought...he had been that drunk? He had known the other was drunk but to not remember and think that? He knew the conversation had been headed that way, even before the other all but admitted to what he’d thought had happened, and he assumed that’s why the flowers. While nothing had happened, thus the flowers as an apology weren’t needed...he wasn’t about to give them back - they were nice. “You should take a deep breath and speak slowly. You really are mangling what you’re trying to say - though it is amusing.” He stated before uncapping his drink and taking a sip.

Seating himself he watched the other calmly and nodded once. “Of course, my cousin is a senshi - same as me. Though she’d been at it longer. I was the one who used their shirt on your shoulder.” Rolling his eyes at the other. “And yes - you tried to fight a youma while fall over drunk. You got mad I jumped in to help as well...rather possessive. Had you behaved like that while sober I’d have done worse to you than knocking you over as I did.” He was serious - he would have. He could have and would have laid the other out and left him bruised and battered if he’d been sober.

“Knight or not I wouldn’t have cared. But, you’re better now and you’re here and I’m rather hungry.” Which was no surprise as it was around lunchtime, he didn’t care for cooking though. “Since you’re here perhaps you’d like lunch as well? It would be rude to send you off after you came here with such troubling thoughts in your head.”



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“Shirt?” It was like a light bulb had gone off in his head, before he was so focused on what he did or didn't do but now that he got a better look at the younger man he could have sworn he recognized him. Something was just bugging him about it but when the guy mentioned his shirt, along with using it on Quinn’s shoulder, that and being a senshi. It really was like lightning had struck. “Your that guy? Holy crap! Man that hurt like s**t, thanks for resetting it though.” His dislocated shoulder had been a serious issue at the time and while it had hurt like hell when the green haired senshi had reset it, it was better then not being able to see straight every time he breathed. Especially since they were in such a dire situation. It also didn’t help that his injury was also the catalyst for his break up, he still didn’t understand that one.

The smile that had formed on his face faded as he remembered that fight. It was also the reason he had spent weeks drinking, picking fights, and generally being an a**. He also apparently had thought it had been a good idea to go youma hunting
 then got pissy when someone stepped in to help. Hanging his head slightly he apologized, “I really am sorry about that. I was really messed up at that point but it's really no excuse for my behavior. Not the fight or the next morning. You really did have every right to leave me there to sleep off the whiskey
 I remember the whiskey at least.” Quinn looked up and gave a half smile before nodding, “yeah I’m better now. No more booze for me.” He wasn’t going to touch that stuff for a long while now. Not after everything.

Half smiling, half laughing Quinn shook his head, “No, I wouldn’t want to impose. I honestly just came to apologize before beating a hasty retreat. Didn’t really think you would want to see my face anymore after I explained that I didn’t even know
” He trailed off, not finishing his sentence, as he realized that he didn’t know the young man’s name. They knew each other but Quinn honestly didn’t remember if they ever introduced themselves to each other. He remembered him vividly from the fight, he even remembered him showing up at the meeting they had where Phact had shown everyone what those stupid stones could do but Quinn truly couldn’t place a name with his face. “Um, so well this is embarrassing. Figured you would be peeved that I didn’t remember your name but turns out I really don't. I have no clue what to call you and seeing as I owe you lunch at least for the shoulder reset let alone the dumbassery of the other night I got to call you something other than ‘hey you’”



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“It’s fine, you don’t want a shoulder dislocated too long. It’ll can swell and get hard to relocate.” Shrugging a bit. “It hurts to get back in bit is best to do quickly.” Plus all the jostling it would have done during their escape...no he’d done what was best at the time. “I’m glad it healed well, though I figured it would have.” And he was certain if it hadn’t his cousin would have said something, though what he didn’t know.

“I would leave someone as drunk as you were outside like that - a sitting duck. My cousin would have my head for it, not to mention you’re still a knight and I understand people do stupid things when drunk.” Shrugging his shoulders at the other with ease. “I’m glad to know you’ve stopped the drinking, it wouldn’t have ended well had you continued fighting youma while drunk.” Of that he was sure.

As the other tried to back out of eating, only to backtrack, he shook his head laughing. “Leung Fai
.though you would say Fai Leung
. As a senshi it’s Cetus - senshi of kappa.” Though he doubted the other had a clue what a kappa was, most people didn’t. He supposed that could give an advantage in a fight, no one would have any hint to whatever his magic may or may not be. Magic seemed to be based, in part, on your sphere and with his being kappa it paid to know what they were...at least according to all the stories and legends.

“Come on, lunch time then. Do you like Chinese?” He asked standing and stretching, taking a gulp of juice from his bottle before capping it. He figured the other would, most people did like Chinese, though he also wasn’t planning what the other was likely used to when it came to Chinese food. He was thinking of something like what he grew up with...not the Americanized stuff. “And while we’re being honest...I don’t know your name either...neither of them.” He was asking, fishing, for either of the blonds names. He wouldn’t mind both so he knew what to call him in any sort of situation they might wind up in together, some big battle, or out for lunch like it seemed they’d be doing soon.



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Quinn chuckled and winced, “oh yeah I know. Ended up in the hospital the last time I dislocated it.” He had actually ended up in the hospital for the shoulder as well as the ‘dog’ bite when he tangled with a nega who had a pet youma. He still hated that little p***k. It took a bit of parental maneuvering to keep his parents in the dark, not to mention the cops who showed up since it was the cops he had passed out in front of. Honestly he didn't think he would have survived that night if a patrol car hadn't been dispatched to the area. The faded bite marks on his calf were a constant reminder.

“Yeah well. Still. Thank you Fai.” He smiled even if it wasn't quite as bright as it had been. He absently fiddled with the bottle a bit more, keeping it sealed, before looking up as Fai stood up. “Uh, yeah.” He shot a confused look at him before he mentally connected the two points, “you have a place in mind?” He joined the other in standing, offering the sealed bottle back since he really hadn't been terribly thirsty to begin with. “Quinn. Arthur Quinton but everyone calls me Quinn.” Then in a move he had perfected while being powered he tipped his imaginary cowboy hat, “Havasu Falls, Pluto.” Glancing at the vase of flowers he had brought as a peace offering, “so kappa? What exactly is it? Mineral, plant, animal?” He asked, curious about the sphere Fai mentioned.



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“You’ve dislocated it more than once.” Was the other accident prone or just have bad luck, and wind up in nasty fights? Shaking his head he smiled at the other, he really hoped he didn’t have continuous bad luck like that...it was no good. “Should I be concerned for you? That you seem to have bad luck.” He questioned the other, trying to lessen his words with a teasing smile aimed at the other. He did not want to insult the other after all.

Setting the bottle on the table, his own joining it, he nodded once. “Of course. Want good Chinese food...ask a Chinese person. We always know...at least if you want authentic Chinese food anyway.” Shrugging his shoulders. As the other introduced himself he made a mental note of it, he didn’t want to forget who the other was. He did want to pick up a few friends in this war, it was the best thing - make allies.

“Kappa...are a Japanese yokai, I believe you’d use the term demon. Kappa are small.” Here he indicated the size of a small child. “Green, yellow or blue skin and with a small dish of water on their head. They have webbed fingers and toes and live in ponds and rivers. It’s said you can win their favor by feeding them cucumbers
.and ensure they won’t ever grab you and pull you under and drown you. Some stories also say they drown animals, rape women and eat flesh...the stories range, as they do in all fairy tales and folk stories.” Others even said they looked up womens kimonos, which could fit in with everything else really.

“You can of course, when confronted with a kappa, according to the stories win against them and even have them owing you. Think of the stories of Leprechauns. Only here think of the water dish on their head as a weakness. If the water is spilled or dries up the kappa is weakened or will die. If you get them to dump the water and you refill it...they owe you. They are known as good for irrigating land - crops and fields...and good healers.” He acted almost as if they were real...or as if they were believed to be real, and they were by some people. Some rivers and other bodies of water had signs about them in Japan, he’d read about it in his further studies on his own sphere.

Moving toward the front door as he spoke he stepped down and slipped out of his slippers and grabbing his wallet from where it sat on a table by the door he pulled on his shoes and started to tie them.



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“Three times with the one you set. When I was a kid, in a fight with a nega, and by a giant youma. So really only once was my fault
 completely at least.” Quinn shrugged and smiled. He couldn’t really refute the whole ‘unlucky’ comment since he didn’t seem to have the best luck. Sometimes he wondered if his life was just some twisted writer’s book who took enjoyment in ******** with him. Or like a Sims game where the player just torments him. “I’ll live though. Although I might get a rabbit's foot or something to help with the luck.”

Quinn followed Fai towards the door, listening to him explain Kappas. “Cool, but why cucumbers? I would think something else would be more desirable to a little water demon then cucumbers.” Unlike Fai, once Quinn got to his shoes he just slipped into them. Even tied his tennis shoes weren't too hard for him to get on, it just took a bit of tugging to make sure the tongue of the shoe sat right. “Anyway. Lead the way. Anyplace you want.” He would foot the bill, it really was the least he could do.



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“When you were a kid? You make yourself sound old...and that you’ve been involved for a very long time.” He stated, golden eyes looking over the other. He didn’t seem that old, perhaps a bit older than himself but not by much. So why make himself seem old? Was it just that fighting so long made you feel older than you were? So he referred to his past self as a kid? That was a sad thing to think about. “Three times...I wonder why it seems to go so easily? Or does it seem to take the same force each time?” Maybe it should get looked at? “It sounds like you need some sort of lucky charm - or several.” He said rolling his eyes at the other, though there was a teasing smile in place. He was serious though - the other had bad luck.

“They like to eat cucumbers...along with, according to some stories, human flesh. The name kappa is taken from two words and means water child. I honestly don’t know what my magic does, since I can’t see it and I’ve not been hit with my own magic. But I’ve used it and the person was flailing all about...as if being drown.” So he assumed it played to the aspect of pulling people under water, to kill them, he doubted it was a pleasant feeling once hit with his magic.

“Kappa being a Japanese thing..I guess my uniform decided to play to that...hence the look of my uniform and the geta.” Which he really did dislike, at best he could hit someone with them. He was certainly not going to walk or run, or jump, in them - ever.

Any place he wanted...well this would be fun. “Nothing in particular you want or don’t want? Do you like spicy food or no?” That would tell him if he was changing his mind or what he was doing for sure.



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“Well the first time I really was a kid.” Quinn smiled and shrugged, “Second was
” He paused and actually had to think about it, surprised by the answer he came up with. “Last year. It happened last year.” It felt like it had happened years ago rather then just months. So much had changed since then. “As for why, according to the doc after the second one the more times it happens the more likely it is to happen. Kinda like twisting your ankle weakens the ankle so then it keeps happening. It’s a really circular pattern. I just got to avoid anything that would lead to dislocation, like fighting.” He chuckled, trying to make a joke of the injury but knowing that he really did need to do his best to prevent any more damage to his shoulder since permanent injury was a serious risk.

“Cool. You senshi are lucky you actually have a skill to fight with at first. All I had was some twine although my rope now is pretty useful.” He leaned against the wall as he waited for Fai, remembering just how useful the rope was. When the Academy floor was crumbling he used that rope and its properties to get people out, he was able to help a lot of people. And for that he got dumped. The amusement he had felt faded away as he remembered the confrontation he had once they escaped from that crumbling ruin back to their group. Trying to remain casual and relaxed, not really succeeding since his drinking was a direct result of that night which had led him here, Quinn pushed off from the wall to just stand there, hands in his pocket absently fiddling with his keys.

“Not really. I’m up for just about anything, just not key lime pie.” He tossed out with a smile. He really wasn't one to turn away from new experiences
 it was one of the reasons he couldn’t have just dismissed the possibility that had brought him here carrying a huge vase of flowers.



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“I thought that might be the case - that it would be easier in the future.” He said nodding his head. That wasn’t an injury you wanted either, they hurt when they happened and when being put back into place. There was no avoiding it though, they needed to go back into place. “You can’t avoid the fighting. But it’s good if someone knows your shoulder is weak..in case it happens again. They can handle it.” Like he had during the exit from the Negaverse’s space. “I won’t tell anyone but if it dislocates again, especially during a fight, call me.” He’d help in whatever manner he could. He did hope the other wouldn’t come to futher shoulder injuries but it was a weak spot...it was likely to happen at some point in the future, he just hoped it would be far from now.

“I think we are all lucky we aren’t dumped into this war with nothing, whether it be twine or magic. It would be worse if we just had a speed and strength boost and nothing else.” Although he at least had training on his side. He still knew he’d be ad a huge disadvantage for that. “I suppose for the twine...while it’s not helpful it’s a way of easing into things...crawling before walking and walking before running.” He answered as he finished tying his shoes and stood and made for the door. Grabbing his keys on the way out. Holding the door for the other.

“I’ve never had key lime pie. It’s rare that I like spicy food, but I am in the mood for it. We’ll get sichuanese food”



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“Thanks man. With luck it won't happen again but if it does, I’ll keep you in mind.” It wasn’t a bad idea really. After all it would save him the need to explain the injury to the ER docs or poking an old friend who was a doctor and a knight. Granted he probably didn’t do his shoulder any favors by only separately using the sling after that last time but at least it was ok now. “And I really can’t argue with you there. Twine is better than nothing at least. It actually came in handy once as a garrote on a youma. Not my best idea but hey it worked.” He snickered as he remembered that fight. That fight where he ended up riding the youma like a bucking bronco. It had been a fight where he and Phact worked together to defeat a youma. It had been one of the first of many times they had worked together. It made the memory rather bittersweet for him so he was pretty glad for the change in topic.

“Yeah well I personally can’t stand key lime pie, its just nasty but to each his own so,” He shrugged and headed out into the hallway, waiting for Fai to lock up. “Sichuanese? Like szechuan chicken? Cool.”



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“Using it as a garrote is a good idea. I’d have used it on officers.” The idea of being choked might throw some off, make them not want to come back. You just had to get in close, and behind, the person in able to use it properly but he’d have tried if he’d been a knight with that as a weapon - it was useful in a way most wouldn’t think. Quinn thinking of that was a good thing, and was impressive.

At the question on food, he ignored the comment on key lime pie as he was clueless about it. The other was right though - to each their own. “Yes, like that...more chicken then peppers though. But Sichuanese food is about spice..floral notes..and more. China is a large country so each region has it’s own sort of food, and north vs. south as well. This food is from the region it’s named for and is known for the flavors I mentioned. I can order if you want to trust me with that. I’ll order some of the popular dishes, nothing too hot. I don’t do heat often - I leave that to Seung.” A friend of his, who he didn’t know Quinn knew, who liked spicy food. Korean’s seemed to like spice...something he was hit and miss with, he had to be in the right mood.

Leading the way from the apartment and down to the ground floor and outside to the sidewalk. “We can take a cab, walking will take a while.” Fai didn’t want to make the other walk that far, also he sort of didn’t want to walk that far himself right now.



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“Maybe if you could keep them still,” Quinn muttered. Negaversers had the really unfortunate ability to pop in and out of existence which made fighting them trickier than wrestling a greased pig
 and he really needed to stop leaving the tv on in the background when he was working. He apparently was picking up some strange a** phrases from whatever was playing, he had a feeling that particular mental saying was from Bones, that one squintern used a lot of southern colloquialisms. “Sounds fantastic. Yeah I’ll let you pick the dishes since I won’t have any clue what's good or not. Seung also likes his Soju and let me tell you that boy can drink.”

Quinn knew that from experience since he had gotten drunk with the fellow knight and had been drunk under the table, it also didn’t help that Quinn at the time had been mostly drunk on whiskey only to chase it with Soju when the South Korean knight offered it to him. Quinn didn’t remember much after those first two shots, he really had no clue how he got home that day as well. Atleast he didn’t wake up in a stranger’s bed. He kept his thoughts and memories to himself as he followed Fai down and out, palming his keys as they made their way into the bright sunshine.

Using his hand to block the light Quinn looked towards his car parked in the lot and hit the key fob making the shiny black car chirp. “We can take my car.” It wasn’t ostentatious, a very middle of the road kind of four door sedan, at least on the outside. The interior was where it was top of the line; leather seats, digital displays, all the bells and whistles. It was a compromise between him and his folks when he got back. They wanted him to go with a driver, at least until he was use to the city again rather than running around on his little scooter. He turned that down flat but caved when his folks suggested a car, one with one of the better safety ratings with a decent shelf life and track record. Besides it meant that it wasn’t such a hardship running around to his various jobs, classes, and projects now. It wasn’t bad running around in the summer on the scooter but when the weather turns cold it freaking sucked so he didn’t argue too much about the car. It also didn’t help he felt seriously guilty for the way he worried his folks prior to being shipped out of the city.



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Surprised to hear the other knew Seung he nodded his head. He’d never drank with him, since he was under age still, but he wasn’t surprised to hear the other could drink a lot. “Not surprising...drinking is big in South Korea, so much so that it’s part of the culture. You go out with your boss or your friends and drink. I think I heard somewhere they drink more hard liquor than even the Russians.” And everyone knew the jokes about the Russians and vodka, including that they had clear blood


“I’ve never gone drinking with him, I’m still underage for that. I’m glad for that.” At least since it meant not going out with Seung to drink, and easily being drank under the table by the far more experienced South Korean native. “I’ll try and keep the dishes tame..or at least away from certain areas most Americans won’t touch.” It seemed most Americans had issue with certain parts of an animal, whereas other cultures didn’t...and he wasn’t one to turn down good chicken feet himself. He’d try and avoid the odder cuts of meat though, for the others sake
.but the feet...maybe not.

“Oh.” Turning as he heard Quinn’s words he found himself staring at the car and nodded after a moment. “Sounds good. I’ll give directions.” Making his way toward the others car, a smile in place, he looked over to the other. “Somehow I’m surprised you know Seung also, but also not. It’s a small world we all live in
.” And he stressed ‘we’ when he said it. He meant senshi and knights. They lived in avery tiny bubble and to know others in that world wasn’t too surprising. But to know Seung? He kept to a rather small group from what he knew.



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“So I found out.” Quinn winced at the memories, or lack of them, from that particular night, “Gotta say I won't do it again that's for sure. Even if I was still drinking.” He slid into the car and waited for Fai to join him before it on, the muted purr of the engine audible even in the quiet confines of the interior. “Much obliged. I’m willing to try just about anything once but let's not go overboard today.” He glanced over at Fai and smiled before shrugging. It wasn’t like he had been expecting to go out to lunch today, in fact he figured he would be holed up in his place studying by now.

Pulling out the sandy haired young man nodded, pausing only once to shoot a piercing look at Fai. He heard the stress word, could read the meaning behind it. It really was a pretty small world. At least that was one thing he wouldn’t have to dance around, “very much so. Seung will need a sweater come fall, and a jacket in the winter if he sticks to that little vest of his.” He kept his eyes on the road, quite aware that if Fai really did know Seung’s other job he would get the reference. If not
 well then he just confused the hell out of the younger guy.



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Getting into the car he nodded his head. He was sure some people could out drink Seung, he was still young and not an alcoholic or anything, so there were people who could do it. But it seemed Quinn wasn’t one of them and he knew he wouldn’t be when he could legally drink. “No, I won’t go overboard, nothing insane or over the top.” He’d keep the lunch tame for the others sake.

“He’s not the only one, I have shorts...and what amounts to a t-shirt with sandals and socks.” Though he took the geta off each time. His clothing was not suited for the winter either. “I don’t see why the uniforms are not at least somewhere in between capable of handling winter and fall while also being a bit on the cold side for spring and summer...or something doesn’t change to adapt.” The fact they were as they were...it meant people like himself and Seung would freeze the further into the fall they went and when winter hit...he hoped it wasn’t as bad as some in the past had been.

Shifting to sit forward in the seat he pointed out which turn to make when they reached the corner of his steet. “Have you ever been to China Town?”



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“Some kind of cosmic joke? Maybe it's the universe's way of toughening us up.” He shrugged before adding, “still sucks a**.” Quinn followed the directions Fai provided. “Um
 question. Did you know you can add clothing after you power up? Like a jacket and stuff?” If Quinn hadn’t been told by his old friend, who still occasionally wiped the floor with his a** whenever they spared, he would have been a miserable page once he realized that he wasn’t going crazy. He actually wasn’t sure if it was common knowledge that all you had to do was take the jacket off, power up, and put the jacket back on. The same concept worked with anything
 from shoes to technically phones although now that Quinn was thinking about it keeping your civvie phone on you while fighting was just asking for trouble.

The drive didn’t take too long, or at least it didn’t seem like it for Quinn. “Nope.” Even knowing that the city had a china town it was still kind of hard to image an area that was so singular in it’s personality that it felt like its own country. “At least not this one. I’ve been through the one in New York but we didn’t stay for food.” It had just been a few hours of poking around in touristy type shops before he was dragged off to dinner when he was a kid. The bright colors and seeming clutter had kept him quite entertained which had been the whole point.



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“I assumed, but I’ve yet to. I figure I will have to when it gets cool enough out. I’ll just have to hope I can remove anything I add on quick enough in a fight.” That could be an issue, depending on what he decided to wear over his short uniform. It really left too much skin showing and would risk him getting sick - really sick. “I have a senshi for a cousin, I’ve learned a bit from her...not as much as I’m sure I could though.” He didn’t want to get into long discussions with her, if he did he might want to hide her away from things...or drag her to martial arts lessons.

“A lot of bigger cities have one...due to large population of Chinese, and other Asians. We tend to stay together due to shared religion, at least one holiday in common...and language. It’s like when people first imigrated to New York. They would stay together amongst their own. We still do. My siblings and I might leave but for those who came from China, or another Asian country, they tend to stay. It’s a slice of home...where behaviors and culture is understood.” And where the markets held what you needed, where people had the same manners and attitudes toward things. It was both good and bad, it kept them away from others and isolated to a degree but it also was safe and familiar. It made it easier to live in another country.

Being born here, in Destiny City, unlike his parents he saw both sides to it. They were content to live so close to China town because of the comforts it offered but at least they didn’t live inside of the bright, loud, crowded China Town that he and Quinn were just entering into. The signs were mostly written in Chinese and had him pointing things out to the other and translating them. He didn’t do it for every sign but a few, here and there.

“Make the right here, there is underground parking. The streets here are impossible to find parking on. I can cover. The restaurant is down the same block, just a few stores over from the underground garage. So we won’t have a long walk.”



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“I tended to make the change right before going patrolling but yeah when you have to do a sudden power up,” he shrugged before finishing, “your kinda screwed.” A smile flashed across his face, more of a wince then a smile though, “I've got a friend like that. She, however, has mostly taught me what a practice mat taste like.” He knew he would have to see her and her older brother. He knew he would have to step back into the fight but at the moment
 Quinn couldn't stomach the thought of it.

With a nod he pulled into the directed lot, “makes sense. Both parts.” He didn't elaborate since he had mentally sunk into his own thoughts, only moving on autopilot as he parked. “Lead the way Fai,” he said as they both climbed out of the vehicle. He kept his thoughts to himself as the younger man wove his way into the streets of the bright ‘town’, Quinn following along like a duckling after his mother.