Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- "Have you come to make your offering to Cuno?"
- "The fuck about it?"
- "For the fuck-gimp? Good thing you asked The Cunmeister." He nods, trying to look older…
- "Right, pig, this is where Cuno plays with his little wooden choo-choo. Fuck do you want…
- "Hey, it's you again!" He smiles, more than a bit drunk now. "I've been thinking about it…
- The man stares at you with spite in his eyes.
- You know what it is. It's like the two of you know each other. Just ask him.
- "Look what the tide brought in," the man says in a measured tone. Suddenly, his…
- "Listen up, pig! Cuno's gonna scram now." He rubs his hands together.
- The compact tape player is still and silent. Seems it has completely broken down now.
- The porta-reel is just what you needed -- the reels attach to the apparatus with a…
- You hold in your hand the colourful primer. The title reads: "A Primer for Small Kids…
- The ham-sandwich looks fresh and nutritious in you hand, begging to be eaten.
- This passport, issued by the Sovereign Republic of Oranje -- is issued to a black haired…
- The super fancy topping pie is waiting for you to dig in.
- Kim also tries not to look at the pile of tape viscera on the carpet. Or the weird…
- "The theatrical suicide attempt -- we need to talk about it."
- One of the flyers has gotten stuck to the branches of a small brush. The sound of it…
Notes
461- "Put that away. Right now." He stops you.
- You can't help but notice a little approving nod the lieutenant makes. He agrees.
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. Perhaps we should talk to Roy at the pawnshop."
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. There's a pawnshop near the water lock, maybe they have a spare."
- The lieutenant slaps the sandwich out of your hand faster than you could ever hope to react in your sorry state. It lands in the dirt and falls apart.
- "Great." The lieutenant shakes his head. "Wonderful. Good job. I mean why wouldn't you throw it... wait, turns out I don't actually care. Leave it and let's …
- He finishes his slice and brushes the wheat-free flour off his hands. "That wasn't terrible. Well, shall we?"
- He puts his glasses back on and repeats: "Never. Now, let's go."
- "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." He nods. "After you."
- "Whooh..." He takes off his glasses, reaches for a cloth -- pauses -- and puts his glasses back on.
- "I don't know why she left you. Let's go."
- He puts his glasses back on. "Now, let's go. And let's keep guns out of our mouths. And not say anything about any gloaming, or anything like that."
- "No need to apologize -- just keep your gun out of your mouth and we'll be all right." He nods. "Let's move."
- "Yes. Very, very, very wrong." He nods in agreement. "I'm glad you see it my way. Let's go."
- "I'm sorry, I know I fucked up."
- "I could have done more."
- "There's nothing to discuss, let's move on." [Leave.]
- "We would strike everything you've done and process you as a POW. You were in a war. You were on assignment. We could even extradite you to the Samaran Peopl…