Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Lighted down dark room. Taro learns that visitors have visited the hallway lights that slip through the door gap.

"Alan... how did you get in?"

Taro, shrinking on the bed, never turns his face to the intruder and squeals like that.

"We can break into the military databank, right? Besides, it's a toy thing to compare. No matter how good you are, there are limits to the security mechanism of the door itself."

When Alan grabs a steel chair while walking, he secures it to the side of the bed. The magnetism on the chair's feet works and the sound of metal bumping into each other sounds in a quiet room.

"Drink."

A short utterance. Taro replies "I don't want" to it, but Alan makes him grip the vessel forcefully.

"I didn't ask if I'd drink. I said drink. Listen to the elderly. Definitely, it will do some good"

Taro stares at the liquid poured into the cup in his hand as he gets up, albeit by Alan. The slight yellow thin brightness that rises from the foot shakes very much with what appears to be a high concentration of alcohol.

"You guys are not bad at anything. You don't want to be told."

In the dark, Alan's voice sounds. Taro snorts at it and snorts at the drink in his hand.

"Ha ha ha... oh how strong are you, this"

Taro can be burned to the throat due to strong alcohol irritation. Alan sees it and makes a gentle smile.

"Fireball 925 is booze. As the name suggests, there is as much as 92.5% alcohol. Normally, you have to break it and drink it."

When Alan says so, he begins to transfer something from the pitcher to his vessel. When Taro silently offered the vessel, Alan poured it on him, but left it to him.

Taro has been somewhat better off with fruit juice - but it still doesn't change the intensity - and often Alan and I spend a lot of time in silence when it comes to snoozing around alcohol. "Alan opens his mouth," Taro said, as his eyes turned to the extent that he could feel that he was getting drunk around.

"Ex-military, what... have you ever... killed a person?

Taro utters the word "kill" while feeling like something very scary. Alan would never say, "There is."

"I'm not going to brag about my misfortune, but you were terrible when I did. I don't think I told you, but I was in the land war originally. Marines. Do you understand? It's called an infantry. Put on an armed suit, take the gun, and stick it in your enemy."

When Alan places the glass gently on the table, he looks up as he recalls.

"It wasn't like there were fancy fights like during the imperial strife, but you came up all the time. He's a politician who evaded taxes, or he's a traffickers' organization like it's drugs. In short, they're like shit."

When he snorts in a grumpy manner, Alan joins his arms. He continues to "but" as he lowers his gaze.

"Sometimes it wasn't. You've shot a woman standing on the side of the road before, just to say it's out of the way. I know you do, but the Empire doesn't have any forgiveness for people who don't have a family registry. And we had to do what we were told to do."

Alan clutches his mouth often as he looks straight at the ground. Taro worried that he should return any words, but he couldn't think together and waited for Alan to continue.

"I don't regret anything, but I often wonder if there was anything else I could have done. I still think so. Probably will continue to think so, but there's nothing I can do about all that."

"Yeah," said Taro, twisting his neck to Alan's story of the past.

"I don't know... I don't know how much you don't have a family registry. Isn't it disgusting that you did it on your own so much? If the inhabitants were to bee up, the army would be devastated."

"Fair enough," Alan said in Taro's voice.

"But still, I guess the top decided that doing so would do less damage to the whole thing. Sacrificing decimals to help the largest number of people is a principle that those who stand above must do it responsibly. If I start pushing that guy down, I guess that organization's over. I guess it's really best to have more detailed attention, but to do so, the Galactic Empire itself has grown too big."

When Alan says so, he opens a bowl full of booze himself. Taro gave Alan a desperate thought about it, but he didn't seem to be able to reach a satisfactory conclusion. Maybe what Alan is saying is right, but I'm not convinced that it is.

But Taro fully understood that he had to find his own answers on such matters as soon as possible. By "those who stand above" Alan means Taro, because organization means nothing more than "Rising Sun".

"It's still hard for me to think that I've broken it off..."

Taro goes so blurred, pouring liquor into an empty vessel. "You don't have to break it off," Alan said.

"Troublesome enough to get sick of it, cry enough to go crazy, and you can keep screaming that I can have a better ending. It's a big, small world, and that's how we all live in it. If you don't like it, quit being president."

When Alan says so, he comes with a sharp gaze toward Taro. When Taro looks straight at it, he returns it short, "That's hard."

"Oh, enough to get shit attached. At the end of the day, you'll have to find the answer while worrying about yourself. Well, you're worried at best. Sounds like it's a young man's privilege to be bothered, right?

When Alan says so, he takes a seat and walks out to the door. Taro turns his face to Alan passing by, and he speaks out, "Hey Alan," he said.

"I don't know how hard it is. I can promise you I won't and won't let you imitate people like you actively kill them. But I have no intention of distracting you, saint, and I know that sometimes you need to do that."

Once Taro separates words, he pours liquor into his dry throat.

"Alan's right, I think he's probably bothered. I may get eclampsia like a child. So, in that case..."

"Whoa, I'll come back to comfort you. It would be the old man's duty to encourage young people."

To the voice of Taro, so that he can wear it, Alan. Taro laughed and murmured, "Virginity looks great," and Alan returned it to him, "You're the one," and then the two laughed at each other.

Alan stepped out of the Taro room into a gloriously lit hallway. He makes a big stretch when he confirms with sound that the automatic door is due behind him.

"Hmm, I thought it was something more snaggy, but surprisingly you have a core... how was that one?

Alan turns his gaze nowhere. When he does, he leans slowly against the wall. Then Bella emerges from the shadow in the hallway and replies, "This one's easy," with her hands flickering.

"After I cried a little, I took a breath and I was already feeling better. You're a much stronger daughter than a boy."

"I guess," Alan said in Bella's voice. He said, "Can I have one?" and when I give my hand, I receive a cigar from Bella.

'Cause women say they're real thoughts.'

When Alan crushes the small firing capsule on the tip of the cigar with his fingertips, he puts the cigar in his mouth and slowly spits out the blue and white smoke.

"Don't talk like you found out about virginity."

"Taylor told me the same thing," said Alan, grinning back at Bella's vice. When Alan inhales the cigar smoke into his mouth again, he raises the ceiling illuminated by indirect light.

"Well, if you're a space sailor, everyone's the way to go someday. In self-defense, I suppose, but I guess not. In the case of Taylor or Lady, that would have just been too soon."

Smudge and, Alan. Besides, Bella laughs with her nose.

"I killed a man in twelve. That age would be enough."

"Whoa," Alan said to Bella's voice as she thrust away.

"The environment would be too different from yours. It might be a little sweet talking from a muscled mafia. I don't know much about Earth, but Taylor is definitely from a peaceful upper class. You realize that, don't you?

"I guess," Bella said to Alan's voice. When she silently throws a cell phone ashtray at Alan, she can snap a cigar herself.

"I don't know thousands of years ago. Make it an iceman from the past. Boy, it's too early to adapt. You must have grown up with a decent education. Honest, with a sense of justice and responsibility for the crowd. You must have grown up in peaceful soil."

Bella lights the cigar in a familiar manner when she pays for her long hair, which seems to be nasty.

"But you have a lot of nerve. I was listening in HAD to the other interaction, but that was a good one. It's hard to say. You'll make a good man in the future."

When Bella says that with a somewhat inadvertent look, she laughs with eyes that aim at her prey. Alan looks sideways at it and feels pity for Taro that a hell of a woman liked it. Alan keeps saying, "I don't know about the future," when he gently drops the cigar's sucker.

"Starting tomorrow, it'll be another boring day of travel. If tomorrow doesn't mean it's early, then hang out. It's an old memorabilia tournament."

Alan turns to the talking room, which is also a brewery, and walks away.

"I'm not that old, and I'm not free. I think I just figured out why you're a virgin... well, I wouldn't mind a drink or so"

When Bella leaves the cigar open, she turns a blind eye to Taro's private room. "Good night, boy," she muttered small, walking out slowly after Alan.