Crybadger continued

[notaccurate]

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[notaccurate]

[YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF HIM]

...I'm not sure if I should be insulted or not.

[But they are using most of the rest of their money of groceries. Funny how money doesn't go nearly as far as it used to.]

It looks like I might have to go out tonight anyway.

[inspectormacarena]

[Well, they are stocking up enough groceries to make an apartment habitable for roughly a month. An impressive bill for all the supplies is a given.

As for that insulting thing... No comment.]

Ooout? Out where?

[notaccurate]

[For a moment, Luca debates telling Cabanela that he is going to go rob some rich people. However, he ultimately decides against that, based on Cabanela's earlier reaction.]

You are not the only one with goals here. I have something to do before I return to my time, remember?

[inspectormacarena]

[That something that they can easily spread out over an entire month? ...Sure. If it's something else, maybe it's none of Cabanela's business. As long as it's not dangerous, anyway.]

Riiight. You got it, baby.

[notaccurate]

[Luca has his reasons.

But first, food! Provided Cabanela doesn't mind waiting another hour or two for Luca to actually make said food, because the steps that go into the dishes he knows and likes are ridiculous.

Luca himself might be snacking on a piece of fruit while he waits for things to finish cooking, because yeah good Italian food takes time to make.]

[inspectormacarena]

[After spending several days surviving on things like samurai dogs, he's got no problems at all with waiting for food. In fact, while Luca cooks, he'll be watching TV. The news, mostly. It's the year 2026 and he'd like to know what's going on in the world.]

[notaccurate]

[While waiting for a pot of water to start boiling, Luca peeks his head out of the kitchen to see what Cabanela is doing. And when he sees the TV, he remembers when he and Hans had trouble with that other tv back during the game.]

What is that thing for?

[inspectormacarena]

[Luca, buddy, you'd better sit down, because a whole new world is about to open up for you.]

It's called a television, baby. It's like a book, only with moving pictures. Depending on what you're watching, it can double as a neeewspaper.

[notaccurate]

It seems inefficient, to put words up on a big device like that. How would you flip the pages?

[Plus there are people on it, not words. Luca has wandered over to the couch to watch, though.]

Are those people just reading the news to us?

[inspectormacarena]

["How would you flip the pages?"... Hahahaa, priceless. He'll try to contain his amusement, but hah.]

Yeah, they are. And the footage can be miiighty helpful. [Like the footage of some fire in a factory building that they're talking about right now. Oooh, just look at those flames, all contained in a box in their own living room.]

[notaccurate]

[Luca has figured out that the pictures on the tv aren't actually happening within the tv. Experimenting with the other tv helped him figure that out. He is still surprised to see a whole building on fire like that, though.]

Why are they just watching instead of helping with the fire? That seems irresponsible, the people in the building might need assistance.

[inspectormacarena]

It's up to the fiiire department to clear the place out, baby. They can't allow any civilians to get close. It'd just result in more people needing assistance.

[Which, yeah, still seems kind of unfair, but it is what it is. Not everyone can be a trained firefighter.]

[notaccurate]

...fire department? Is that anything like the fire brigade?

[Same idea different name. Though they're largely for-profit in his time and don't put out fires in uninsured buildings. ]

I am guessing that they are less corrupt in the future compared to my time as well, like the military.

[inspectormacarena]

[Wow, Luca doesn't seem to have much trust in those kind of vital government factions.]

Is there any sort of brigade in your time that iiisn't corrupt, baby?

[notaccurate]

[Luca starts to say 'the universities', but stops mid-sentence. Nope, those places are full of bribery and corruption as well.]

...

Let's just say I tend to notice things a lot of people overlook.

[inspectormacarena]

[Hm. Luca didn't exactly deny the question and that doesn't bode well.]

Some people overlook things like that for their own goood, baby.

[notaccurate]

That is quite a luxury they have.

[Luca peeks in on the food real quick, then he comes back and takes a seat on the couch.]

Ah, but I suppose I shouldn't be so negative. I promise I am not this much of a drag normally.

[inspectormacarena]

[So Luca's actually admitting he's a Negative Nancy. That's half the struggle right there, at least. There's hope for him yet.]

Hah, there's a whole new wooorld for you to explore here, baby. Strikes me as a good reason for you to keep an open mind and appreciate the perks, don't you think?

[notaccurate]

[Hey, get to know him, and he will open up like a book.]

Aaah, but if I enjoy the future too much, I will miss it when I return to my time.

[inspectormacarena]

Missing something just means you had the time of your life while it lasted. Nothin' wrong with that.

[notaccurate]

No, but I am a person who can be easily swayed, and the last thing I need is the temptation to remain here.

[inspectormacarena]

[He knows that feel. It sure would be nice to live a simpler life and hide away from his responsibilities and past mistakes. Things don't work like that, though.]

Ah, yeah, we can't have that. Gotta get you back to your wife and kid, and all thaaat.

[notaccurate]

[Luca makes an unpleasant face at the mention of his wife. ]

I am sure she would be all too happy to have me 'conveniently disappear' and never come home. She got what she wanted from me already, so there would be no love lost.

[inspectormacarena]

[That... is not the sort of reaction Cabanela was expecting, even with how obviously Luca is into men.]

Ah. Well. The missus asiiide, then.

[notaccurate]

[Luca sighs. He knows Cabanela means well, but. Well. He's a butt sometimes. ]

Yes, of course. My colleagues will be missing me, at the very least


[He debates saying more, but decides not to. Instead, he gets up to go finish dinner.

Which is distinctly some kind of Italian pasta dish, by the way.]