11-10-2016, 11:20 AM
Blueboy didn't seem to take notice of all the power Yuri was holding. Probably ignoring it on purpose because he knew Yuri was stronger. Fuck yeah, it was coursing through him like fine china. Like fucking Candy. That menacing feeling was still there, but with the power inside him Yuri could regard it like a growling dog in the corner instead of a tiger in his face.
Blueboy sure had a smart mouth on him attached to a not-so-smart brain. Yeah, go ahead and kick the fucking bear, bitch
. He clearly wasn't from these parts. But Brodyagi thought they were chill. So whatevs. He took his seat but didn't let go of the power. Prison hadn't bled out of his nerves yet. They started talking about tutus or some shit that Yuri couldn't follow. Then some beer came. Shit, if he switched to beer he would be pissing all night. On the other hand, a smart guy didn't turn down a free drink, and Yuri thought of himself as pretty smart. They raised their beers and Yuri did as well. Sebastian. Must have been one of Brodyagi's squad.
Must be odd, remembering people. He didn't have anyone who died to remember. Or anyone he cared to remember. Life for him was lived alone cut off from anyone who could fuck him over, or try to tell him what to do. No one understood anyway. You had to watch your back and take what you could get. Till he died, of course. He wondered where the dead went. He always figured that dying was like going to sleep and just not waking up. Would there be anyone to toast to Yuri? Nah, he ddin't think so. One day he'd be gone and that would be it. His body would go into a furnace an no one would ever know that Yuri had ever walked the planet. Nor would anyone else care. Why the fuck was that bothering him now?
"Who was Sebastian?"
he asked Brodyagi. "What happened to him?"
Blueboy sure had a smart mouth on him attached to a not-so-smart brain. Yeah, go ahead and kick the fucking bear, bitch
. He clearly wasn't from these parts. But Brodyagi thought they were chill. So whatevs. He took his seat but didn't let go of the power. Prison hadn't bled out of his nerves yet. They started talking about tutus or some shit that Yuri couldn't follow. Then some beer came. Shit, if he switched to beer he would be pissing all night. On the other hand, a smart guy didn't turn down a free drink, and Yuri thought of himself as pretty smart. They raised their beers and Yuri did as well. Sebastian. Must have been one of Brodyagi's squad.
Must be odd, remembering people. He didn't have anyone who died to remember. Or anyone he cared to remember. Life for him was lived alone cut off from anyone who could fuck him over, or try to tell him what to do. No one understood anyway. You had to watch your back and take what you could get. Till he died, of course. He wondered where the dead went. He always figured that dying was like going to sleep and just not waking up. Would there be anyone to toast to Yuri? Nah, he ddin't think so. One day he'd be gone and that would be it. His body would go into a furnace an no one would ever know that Yuri had ever walked the planet. Nor would anyone else care. Why the fuck was that bothering him now?
"Who was Sebastian?"
he asked Brodyagi. "What happened to him?"