If You Asked Kim Whether He Regrets Transferring To The 41st He Would Say No, But There Are Moments He’s

if you asked kim whether he regrets transferring to the 41st he would say no, but there are moments he’s come close. minific version under cut

LIEUTENANT KIM KITSURAGI – “We’re getting closer to their hideout… we’ll need to be extra careful not to be seen from here on.”

RANCID-SMELLING TRASH CAN – You nod and continue to sift through liquefied food waste and discarded packaging, reaching past bags filled to the brim with likely unsavory substances and trying your best to avoid any used syringes. Nothing good yet, but mama didn’t raise a quitter (you think). If you can just reach in a little further…

LIEUTENANT KIM KITSURAGI – His voice shoots through the air like a bullet– “GET DOWN!”

YOU – Huh?

SAVOIR FAIRE – You heard the good lieutenant! BUST A MOVE!

VOLITION – What? No, you need to–

SAVOIR FAIRE – UPUPUP! NO TIME! Don’t keep him waiting, hotshot! Impress him with your dancing prowess!

LOGIC – Why the hell would he be asking–

SAVOIR FAIRE – You know what you need to do.

YOU –

[VOLITION - EASY] Drop to the ground. (-3 Don’t keep him waiting)

[SAVOIR FAIRE - CHALLENGING] Get down with your bad self. (+3 The ONLY answer.)

“Whuh?”

“Not now kitten, daddy’s looking for treasure in the garbage.”

[SAVOIR FAIRE - CHALLENGING] Get down with your bad self.

[CHECK SUCCESS]

SAVOIR FAIRE – The world slows, narrows down precisely to your point of existence, much like a spotlight shining down on a rising starlet. Your time has come. You must herald the coming of a new age of man, the birth of a rhythm-based society that communicates solely via body language and dance. GO, my apostle, show the world and spread the gospel!

YOU – You rip your hand out of its stinky prison and dance like you've never danced before in your life (as far as you can remember). With all the energy and panache you can muster from within your abused body, you erupt into a flurry of motion and improvised dance music (in the form of mumbled basslines and mouth-made drum sounds).

You’re unstoppable; caught up in the euphoria of busting it down, you twirl and shimmy… In between blissful micro-seconds of self-expression in movement you catch the lieutenant's eyes, which are wide with shock.

You've really dazzled him!

VOLITION – No, you idiot! You’re gonna get–

PERCEPTION – A gunshot rings out behind you.

PAIN THRESHOLD – OWWWW FUCK!