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[June 10] [Crossover- Apollo Justice x Fullmetal Alchemist] In the City
Title: In the City
Day/Theme: June 10, 2011 "Bruised Billy Joel New York state of mind"
Series: Crossover- Apollo Justice x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee & Machi
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Suddenly it's more Liar-verse! ...which I continue to make confusing by not finishing and posting the first/main/explanatory piece of anywhere. Sorry! ^^;
"You're ill at ease in Los Angeles, after all these years," Kimblee said, seemingly out of nowhere.
"What this?" Machi accused his colleague, remembering before he turned around that it would be wiser to streamline his frown into a childish pout. "Why you think such a thing, Kimblee?"
"It's nothing, really. Just a feeling I get from you. You came from a small town in Borginia, didn't you?"
What was it that inspired Kimblee to say such things precisely when things were going so well between them? It wasn't like it was exactly easy for Machi to decide to give in and play nice with this dangerous detective. He was still nothing but a liar... "Compared to Los Angeles, most place in Borginia is small. ...But it was not city."
"That's what I thought," the edge of the copy of The New Yorker in Kimblee's hands dipped slightly as he turned focused his attention away from the words onto the young man in front of his window. "I don't mean it as an insult. Some people never develop the temperament for living in the city."
"I have been to many cities since my musical career began," Machi protested, "It do not bother me. In all the crowds and buildings, no one pay attention to me. When I am on stage, I lose myself in music; when I am off stage, I am no one. I like it best this way."
Machi wasn't putting on a pout anymore. He seemed genuinely saddened by this discussion. "I'm from the suburbs myself," Kimblee admitted.
"Is true? I cannot tell," the blond turned quizzical, "How is it you know this thing and I cannot?"
"I can read people better than you can," Kimblee asserted with conviction.
Machi fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve and turned back toward the blackening sky. For a while there would be nothing to see but lights turning on all over L.A. He didn't like it when Kimblee acted so superior like that, but whether or not he was better at reading people was an argument that Machi didn't want to have. He would only get worked up and then lose. What was it that made him like Kimblee enough to stay anyway? He could be so insufferably irritating.
"You don't want to live the rest of your life in the city, I bet. ...Not that you think about such things now. You're too young to think that. The majority of your life is, hopefully, still stretched out before you."
"...You are talking about yourself. You do not want to stay in Los Angeles always?"
"I never said that." Kimblee gave one last glance to the magazine before putting it down. "I was only thinking about you. That maybe, because I don't imagine you have anywhere else to go in this country, I could take you home someday with me. To the town where I grew up."
This conversation was taking an unexpected turn. "What you mean? To live there with you?"
"To-"
And then the fireworks started and drowned out any other conversation they might've liked to have had and a phone call from Prosecutor Gavin on top of it. Kimblee covered the last few feet of apartment that would take him up to the window and he looked out, ready to enjoy the show. Machi, cheek pressed up against the screen, adjusted his posture, leaning back against his companion instead. Kimblee put his hand on Machi's shoulder and to let the whole thing drop. He would not chose to argue when he could keep quiet and be content.
Day/Theme: June 10, 2011 "Bruised Billy Joel New York state of mind"
Series: Crossover- Apollo Justice x Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee & Machi
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Suddenly it's more Liar-verse! ...which I continue to make confusing by not finishing and posting the first/main/explanatory piece of anywhere. Sorry! ^^;
"You're ill at ease in Los Angeles, after all these years," Kimblee said, seemingly out of nowhere.
"What this?" Machi accused his colleague, remembering before he turned around that it would be wiser to streamline his frown into a childish pout. "Why you think such a thing, Kimblee?"
"It's nothing, really. Just a feeling I get from you. You came from a small town in Borginia, didn't you?"
What was it that inspired Kimblee to say such things precisely when things were going so well between them? It wasn't like it was exactly easy for Machi to decide to give in and play nice with this dangerous detective. He was still nothing but a liar... "Compared to Los Angeles, most place in Borginia is small. ...But it was not city."
"That's what I thought," the edge of the copy of The New Yorker in Kimblee's hands dipped slightly as he turned focused his attention away from the words onto the young man in front of his window. "I don't mean it as an insult. Some people never develop the temperament for living in the city."
"I have been to many cities since my musical career began," Machi protested, "It do not bother me. In all the crowds and buildings, no one pay attention to me. When I am on stage, I lose myself in music; when I am off stage, I am no one. I like it best this way."
Machi wasn't putting on a pout anymore. He seemed genuinely saddened by this discussion. "I'm from the suburbs myself," Kimblee admitted.
"Is true? I cannot tell," the blond turned quizzical, "How is it you know this thing and I cannot?"
"I can read people better than you can," Kimblee asserted with conviction.
Machi fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve and turned back toward the blackening sky. For a while there would be nothing to see but lights turning on all over L.A. He didn't like it when Kimblee acted so superior like that, but whether or not he was better at reading people was an argument that Machi didn't want to have. He would only get worked up and then lose. What was it that made him like Kimblee enough to stay anyway? He could be so insufferably irritating.
"You don't want to live the rest of your life in the city, I bet. ...Not that you think about such things now. You're too young to think that. The majority of your life is, hopefully, still stretched out before you."
"...You are talking about yourself. You do not want to stay in Los Angeles always?"
"I never said that." Kimblee gave one last glance to the magazine before putting it down. "I was only thinking about you. That maybe, because I don't imagine you have anywhere else to go in this country, I could take you home someday with me. To the town where I grew up."
This conversation was taking an unexpected turn. "What you mean? To live there with you?"
"To-"
And then the fireworks started and drowned out any other conversation they might've liked to have had and a phone call from Prosecutor Gavin on top of it. Kimblee covered the last few feet of apartment that would take him up to the window and he looked out, ready to enjoy the show. Machi, cheek pressed up against the screen, adjusted his posture, leaning back against his companion instead. Kimblee put his hand on Machi's shoulder and to let the whole thing drop. He would not chose to argue when he could keep quiet and be content.