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[justicereigns]

For those who knew her, Grell Sutcliffe has been sent home. She will be missed. [At least by him. For those who were her victims... well.]

For New Feathers, I'm Captain Smoker. [Commodore. Whatever. He doesn't acknowledge that. Especially in Luceti.] And I train jitte outside the barracks. For those already learning, lessons are not disrupted. For group sessions, anyone can drop in and join, those are run through most of the afternoons. I also offer one on one lessons and kickboxing.

We're also still looking to assemble anyone with police enforcement experience, so don't be afraid to speak up.

On a more leisurely note, Ginia, what do you say to having a poker game once a week at the Cloud Nine? [Because he really needs another addiction on top of the others.]

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[justicereigns]

Heh. [Lights up a pair of cigars.] Luckily I wouldn't need it. It takes a lot to get me drunk anyway.

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[uccellodifuoco]

Right. It also takes a lot for stones to be defective.

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[justicereigns]

[SIDELONG. Damn you remembered huh.]

Birthdays are different. And those rocks were defective!

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[uccellodifuoco]

Sure they were. Just like my glasses were defective.

[Of course he remembers, he doesn't remember his own episode much but he saw the journal entry so...]

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[justicereigns]

No, you were just drunk.

[/Hypocrite mode is go.] All right, all right. No rum cake for Christmas.

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[uccellodifuoco]

Good thing you never get drunk then.

[He's catching on that, man, not that those are news to him.]

No rum cake? Will you be capable of that?

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[justicereigns]

Exactly.

Hn... probably. Maybe just a small one. Couldn't hurt, right? Better than fruitcake. [Because fruitcake is lame.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

What's wrong with fruitcake? Or with no cake at all.

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[justicereigns]

Fruitcake can't even decide what it wants to be. It's like jello, alcohol, syrup. It's ridiculous.

And you can't have no cake at Christmas. [Pssh. Come on Ikki. I mean really.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

I've had more Christmas without cake than with one and I'm still here, so I don't see what the problem is.

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[justicereigns]

It's just better that way. Like waking up with coffee. Sure it can be done without it, but why bother.

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[uccellodifuoco]

[Hello, I'm Ikki, I wake up without coffee and what's this.]

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[justicereigns]

[Don't give him that look Ikki. You've seen Smoker without coffee. It's not pretty.]

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[justicereigns]

Fine. You don't have to have cake if you don't want it.

[He'll just give it to Hyoga. Problem solved.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

[He has seen it, he still doesn't care, one person not being able to live without it doesn't mean everyone is the same. He nods in agreement.]

Don't even think of giving it to Hyoga.

[He knows what you're thinking. Don't you know sweets are poison for canines?]

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[justicereigns]

[Curses.]

I won't, I won't. Maybe I'll actually go a Christmas party or something, and get cake there. [No one hold their breath waiting for that.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

Should I let Selphie know that? I bet she would love to drag you to one of those parties.

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[justicereigns]

[Shudders.]

All this for cake? Too much work.

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[uccellodifuoco]

You're the one who mentioned the party to get cake.

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[justicereigns]

I changed my mind.

Although now I really want cake. Without the wait. [See what you've done Ikki? You and your cake-hating ways.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

[He laughs.]

Want to go to the restaurant and see what they got? Or just the bakery and eat it here.

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[justicereigns]

Yes. Restaurant. We can have drinks too.

[AND THUS the entire conversation thus far was made that much more ridiculous and contradictory.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

[Ikki chuckles and shakes his head.]

Let's go then. Just make sure to order the cake and the rum separately.

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[justicereigns]

Right. [Grabs his jitte and slides it into the loop, and actually zips up his jacket for once.] I make a better rum cake than them anyway. Probably.

[It "better" is higher in alcohol content, then yes.]

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[uccellodifuoco]

I bet you do, the one you make smells nothing like cake though.

[Too much rum on it. And Ikki doesn't need a jacket, or a coat. He's the Phoenix, he can go shirtless even in the poles.]