To say that watching Zenkichi Hasegawa drunkenly stumble through a song whose author had died years before he'd been born was an education- would have been shortselling it a bit.
He kept interrupting the music to go on inebriated ramblings about the contents of his fridge, and his age, and the good old days, and now the song was well and truly away from him, well into the operatic bit in the middle, and now-
Oh, hells. The man was calling out to him.
Phoenix sighed, and stood, and switched off the badly-ignored music player. "Zenkichi Hasegawa, you're drunk and meddling in powers mortals weren't meant to comprehend. Are you sure you want me to join you?"
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He kept interrupting the music to go on inebriated ramblings about the contents of his fridge, and his age, and the good old days, and now the song was well and truly away from him, well into the operatic bit in the middle, and now-
Oh, hells. The man was calling out to him.
Phoenix sighed, and stood, and switched off the badly-ignored music player. "Zenkichi Hasegawa, you're drunk and meddling in powers mortals weren't meant to comprehend. Are you sure you want me to join you?"