Sake owed

[evillurks]

The Rettigue apartment has sat empty for a few days, as The Shadow worked out of the Sanctum and another apartment across town, closer to the area he's been watching. With another drug ring at least temporarily stifled, he is ready to migrate back to this place that is the closest thing to a home he has.

He is also likely to arrive late to his own arranged meeting, leaving Ichi to jump at the opening of the door. The muted sounds beyond indicate a quiet hall rather than the outdoors, and the rattling cough that accompanies the entrance should reassure him to who is entering there.

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Ichi scoffs when The Shadow says never, but lets it drop. He's not here to embarrass him, but he has filed away the information for fodder for a lighter conversation at some other date.

"Fine." Ichi sighs as he rolls his shoulders forward, shifting momentum to allow him to stand awkwardly. He still walks a bit like he's unaccustomed to having eaten so much. "But I think it's time I did the job I came here to do." His tea has been finished for a while.

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Never is an exaggeration, but certainly he has lived like a monk since he took up the mantle of black and started his present career. It is long enough, now, to feel like never. The indiscretions of youth feel like a lifetime ago.

"Mm. I'm not sure I want you giving me a massage while you're angry at me. That sounds hazardous to my health." He coughs, pulling himself to sit up properly and set the dregs of his tea aside. "And I do apologize. Obviously my rein on my temper has been slipping, lately. I'll have to work harder to control that..." Every word rings with honest repentance.

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"Don't worry about it, at least, not around me." Ichi offers a gentle smile as he sits down, placing his cane to the side as sets his hands on The Shadows shoulders, and then starts to carefully work at them. "Anywhere specific that's bothering you?" Once he feels comfortable working with The Shadow's wiry physique, he'll start to apply the usual pressure.

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The Shadow makes a noncommittal grunt, but turns sideways on the sofa. He is very tense under the first touch, unused to getting a massage from anyone. Ichi may have trouble through the thick sweater, particularly since there's another shirt beneath. It's been cold weather. "...Lower back, I guess. I shouldn't do paperwork at the coffee table so much." He seems awkward with the entire situation, now that his guard is back up again.

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The thick clothing does provide a challenge, but he's dealt with just as many layers on prior patrons, and he's been trained. It gives him a little more leeway with pressure as he starts to work more at The Shadow's middle and lower back. He notices the tension as more than just a sore back, but doesn't give it a second thought. Many people he's massaged have been wary of him.

He does, however, pause long enough to slide his cane up to The Shadow, essentially disarming himself.

"Lower back. Let me know if there's any spots while I'm working that you'd like taken care of." He digs into a tense knot and gives a frustrated grunt and mumbles. "...like massaging a rock."

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However reluctantly, and unaware that it might make his work more of a challenge, The Shadow tugs the sweater up while Ichi's hands are at his lower back, and tugs it off over his head. The cotton shirt beneath is much thinner material, and through it he'll be better able to feel the muscles, bones, and a scattering of scars. "Not... mmmhg... really." The sensation is a mix of pain and relief, but the sound itself is not really a complaint.

He notes the slide of the cane, but does not reach to touch it or move it further out of reach, as a sign of respect on his own part.

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Ichi's hands are about as sensitive as his ears, even for all the calluses that cover them from hard labor. He notes anything out of the ordinary, that's now more apparent through the thinner shirt.

"I don't know how you manage to stand up." Another knot, and more pressure. His back tells of years of abuse to Ichi. "I don't think I'll be able to get everything." But he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

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Decades of abuse, in fact, but a regular routine of stretching, yoga, and tai-chi have kept him in better shape than he might otherwise be. He gradually begins to relax under the kneading hands, although a few times the pressure higher on his back sends him into a few rattling coughs. Sitting sideways on the couch, he can lean against the back cushions, slumping to one side. It's not an ideal pose for the masseur to work on, but he's tired.

"...Mm? I'm sure whatever you do is good enough... is it really that bad?" Once he starts to relax into the massage, the rolling touch makes him sleepy.

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"Well, not bad, just tight." Ichi stops one hand and uses it to gently urge The Shadow to sit up. "Sit up, please." He speaks in a gentle, professional tone, one significantly different from his usual inflections. "Thank you." He resumes, pausing when The Shadow coughs, but continuing after the fits pass. "So they call you an Old Tiger, eh?"

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The Shadow straightens with a grunt, forcing himself awake. "Hmh. She came up with it. In China, the oldest tigers are respected for their cunning... of course, realistically, those are the ones most likely to become manhunters..." That particular morbid truth is one that strikes a chord with his recent violent urges.

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"Women have an interesting way with words..." He works with more vigor that should infuse a little more energy into The Shadow, now that he's managed to relax him a little bit. "This lady-agent sounds very clever." Being of a simpler mindset, Ichi usually tries to steer clear of such women in general. It might be a result of his culture, but he's not particularly fond of women who are always a step ahead of him.

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"Hmh." This time there is a hint of amusement in the sound. "Clever, and masochistic enough to work for both myself and my alternate." There is much that he thinks of Myra, but this at least gives nothing of what he might feel away. Under the massage he stretches subtly, aiding the process of easing tension out of his muscles.

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"Two Shadows?" For a brief moment, Ichi's hands stop at the thought, and then resume as he gives an amused chuckle. "One wasn't enough?" There's many ways that comment could be taken, and he knows it, but it's also meant as a compliment towards her in the same turn.

The massage gets a little more energetic as Ichi works to return The Shadow from the lethargic state he'd nearly brought him, into a more aware and ready one.

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"He's more of an earlier version... Myra's from his world. The one that lived in mine is gone." He frowns, shivers, and rolls his shoulders carefully. "Most of my original agents are. It's a terrible thing to outlive the people you knew..." Ichi's work is making his back feel better, but his state of mind is still on the gloomy side.

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Ichi's only thirty, and he's already familiar with the sentiment, even if many of the people he's cared about have met an untimely end. He's finishing the massage and once he's done, he lifts his hands from The Shadow's shoulders.

"They fought beside you." He gives a solemn nod as he reaches out to the coffee table, carefully finding the sake bottle and cups. He pours a small amount into each, hardly more than a swallow, and holds one out to The Shadow.

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The Shadow gives another shiver and stretches, reveling in the unfamiliar absence of knots along his spine. "They did. That's how most of them died, and I'm sorry for it..." He half-turns, and raises an eyebrow, but one drink will hardly impact his cold. "Thank you..." Whether he's grateful for the sake, the massage, or both, is left to Ichi to decide. The contents of the small cup go down in a single warming swallow.

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Ichi tosses his drink back, pursing his lips as he swallows. He sighs quietly, reflecting on his own losses, but refrains from mentioning them. The Shadow's mood is gloomy enough, Ichi's personal issues don't need to be addressed.

"Another? Or is it not a good time?" He wiggles the sake bottle carefully at The Shadow, it's contents sloshing gently inside.

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"You're a bad influence." He coughs a few times, pressing the cup gently back into Ichi's hand so he can pull the sweater back on. "One more, but the sake was supposed to be for you."

The Shadow shifts on the couch to face front, and does not settle back into the cushions this time. "I'm not sure when I got this..." He waves a hand vaguely in the air. "It just seems like the world is falling apart, and I've outlived my place in it."

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"I get that a lot." Ichi deadpans back and takes the cup, filling it. "I appreciate it, but sake is better with friends. I get grumpy when I drink alone." He presses the filled cup back towards The Shadow and then fills his own once its taken.

Ichi has the cup at his lips when he hears The Shadow's words, and pauses, tilting his ear toward The Shadow and giving a thoughtful lowering of his eyebrows.

"Men like us, I'm not sure we have a place." He takes a sip of the sake.

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It was meant as a joke, but his tone is sometimes difficult to interpret. "I don't normally drink, at all. Not unless I'm playing a role in front of others, and then I have to keep my wits about me even if I don't seem to..."

He accepts the cup back and holds it up, savouring the heat through the fine china. "I carved out a place for myself, once, but times change."

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"You're a very successful person then, Shadow-san. Even though things are changing." The smile he gives is somehow wry, yet encouraging. He just might be trying to hide the twinge of jealousy he feels at The Shadow's statement. He tosses back the remainder of his cup and refills it.

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The Shadow watches him over his cup, taking a slow sip. "I'm good at what I do, yes. You asked me, I think, if it's made me happy..." He frowns into the sake thoughtfully.

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"...if you'd found what you're looking for." Ichi stifles a cough, having downed the last cup a little fast.

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"I don't look for much." He raises an eyebrow, and reaches over to give Ichi a solid thump on the shoulder in an attempt to be helpful. "It's better if you don't inhale it."

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The whack helps, and Ichi clears his throat, his ears red from choking, and embarrassment.

"Thank you." He croaks, taking a conservative sip and setting the bottle down. "Sorry." He clears his throat again, his voice clearing. "Well, you've heard my thoughts about what I'm looking for."