Van Dam and Kate were restaurant ships and enjoyed cruising in Tokyo Bay at night.
It's Kate Van Damme's fifty-seventh birthday. In front of the table where the two of them sit, a cake with tons of candles is placed, and the fire is burning in a dazzling way.
"Alaala, the candles are so bad. Twice as alive now Leva, I wonder if this is going to be twice as exciting wa"
That being said, Kate tried to erase the candles of the cake on the table with one breath, but 57 candles on the boulder couldn't be erased with one breath, and many times she blows them whoops.
Finished blowing the fire, watching Kate applaud happily by herself, thinking she was like a girl, Vandam smiles.
"You look happy for your birthday no matter how old you are. Whenever my birthday came, I started moaning that I was getting old."
I haven't been a van dam since I was a kid, such as when I thought I was happy for my birthday in the first place, but don't tell me that.
"Being old Toiu is a cotto that I saw, heard, felt and found out so much. I'm restricted by it, Il, but I'm still blessed with totemo and Imus for being able to feel life and the world using aids. Get one more year old, Ba, another year, and you're going to have a lot of joy savoring your life. Noyo? That's a very eye-catching sign of commemoration, Deshaw?
"Hmm... is that what you think?"
Even listening to his claims, Vandam depressed the gavel with a difficult face, as he was reluctant to empathize with the way his wife received it.
"I am pessimistic Sez, nasty Naraz, because I hope to many people to experience raw joy and hosi, because I am now active, sir. The famous toe wealth I have gained is the thing that God gave me to do so, and in my tame stuff, Arimasen"
The fact is Kate continues to give back 97% of her income to society in the form of donations and investments. Naturally, for the sake of the time being, I have some wealth to store.
"I don't really want God's name in my mouth. At least not when you're on a date."
"Ala, I'm sorry"
He is an atheist and at the same time an abomination of God, faith and even Christian. My surroundings were amazed that such a van Dam was tied to Kate, a devout Christian, and I think it goes on a lot.
"I don't believe in God, but I believe in you more than anything else. A wicked man like me needs a beautiful heart with no filth like you."
The floating dialogue made Van Damme himself think that he was talking, but this is undisputed earnestness.
I've always thought of you as a goddess.
"Amari, lift me up. I'm also thinking too odate. Sugi, yo? I'm human, too. Failure, sulci, and bad thoughts alike. Let me show you something. Just Il, I can't tell you anything about Yoona."
"Don't tell me. Honestly, I didn't even want to hear that. And in a seat like this."
Van Damme in the face.
"I'm sorry, Cy. But you have a bad temperament. [M] To ask a man for sainthood is, in a way, a madness shabbat death. There are people who hold me up like a Virgin. Ga, if they do, it's Tamatta's and Masen's. While you're a person, you have to play Saint Naruto and continue to be Ke no. Yo? Most importantly, by performing those people Jill, I will benefit and the il part will also ant, so to complain and so on, that may be the duck that wins the bee, sir. But..."
Here Kate hangs up the words like she can't say and opens them up for a little while.
"Demo, at least to my partner Al. You are greedy to treat me as a person. I want you to look sacred and nad me. One human, Toshite, as my wife, I want you to see fleas, Death."
(I can't do that... That's what I've seen. Change that right away, etc...)
While Kate's feelings and rational understanding, Van Damme denied it in his heart. I was refusing.
"Just because you see me that way, and I act like I'm your ideal, that's why I'm angry and I look bad, Temo, and I'm in trouble."
"Mmm..."
With further argument, Van Damme roars. I felt completely overstated.
"Not really, not to you."
"Ala, not quite. Naturally, Deshaw? I'm better off with you, Yoli. Five older nanos, right?
To Van Damme shrugging her shoulders and shaking her little one, Kate laughed prankily and said.
"Nice vibe, you know, old couple conversations"
An escort woman who understands English interactions listens to the Van Dam conversations and squeals.
"Sure... something nice to feel calm about. You mean the atmosphere's grown up."
Agree with a scarce vocabulary, Tachiko Peach.
"I guess I'll learn English properly..."
Kiyojiro Kujukuri sighs. I was in the closest seat and heard all the conversations, but I had no idea what I was talking about.
Eleven of the reinforced vampires of the guards around them were also at the table, picking up dinner at Van Damme's luxury, while at the same time providing escorts.
"Hey, you, what is it?
Seita Ichikawa stood up and fluttered closer to us, stood in his direction as he spoke to an obese short-legged middle-aged man. Obviously, I was walking towards Van Damme.
"What? We're just walking, right?
Laughing naggingly, the man says. That's the face you often see on TV and in magazines. Certainly a journalist named Hepatic Cedar Willow Meal, some of the escorts remembered the name.
"That's certainly one of those reporters who wrote you badly. Are you starting to hang out again?"
Vandam glanced at the man and frowned. There were a number of reporters in every country once persistently adhering to Kate, but Van Damme had checked them all out. Sooner or later, to feed him his reward.
"Really? Then turn around. Turn right."
Towards the hepatic cedar, Seita tells in a chilled voice.
Why would a kid have to decide that?
A liver cedar that distorts the face full of saggy skins and fat beards, peeling off dirty teeth and making them look as awesome as possible.
If it's a disgusting face, I think Makota makes it. I don't want to say bad things about people's faces, but I only feel bad about them. I wouldn't get this impression if I was just being careless. Obviously an inner distortion - I get a very bad impression because humanity is manifesting itself in the facial phase. I even think that if I beat him to the point where his face deforms, he'd be better off than he is now.
"Fine, fine. I got a good painting."
It is a hepatic cedar that kept a sneak photo of the Van Damme and his wife. I also wanted to talk if I could, but I realized I had to give up, leaving a throwaway dialogue and turning back on my heels.
"It's not about talking at a time like this, but be careful. You wander the border between life and death for once. Not all the people in this world are on your side, not your understanders."
Van Damme tells with a strange face, evoking bitter memories.
Kate almost got killed in Japan about two years ago. From Van Damme's point of view, it was a very abominable case. Hearing that he received many guns into his body and was transported with an unconscious weight, Van Damme abandoned all his work and flew to Japan.
After the hepatic cedar left, a large young man appeared ahead of Van Damme's gaze, smiling and waving.
"Well, so is he"
Then he laughs, and Van Damme invites the youth - Yoshihisa Takada - as the escorts can see.
"Long time no see, Mr. Van Damme"
I brought a chair and sat at Van Damme's table, and Yoshiku greeted me.
It's Yoshiku Takada.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kate"
"Oh, you're the vibrator. No, I think I should shake it."
Like her husband, Kate favorably received a long stay.
"Excuse me, I was on a date."
"No, no, Kate will be happy. He said he wanted to see you."
"With me? Why?"
I look at Van Dam strangely for a long time. The reason I previously solicited it was also a story about Kate recommending it, and I was curious.
"My husband, who hates the media, is a reporter about Praise Mel. Think of things, I'm sure he's a great journalist, Imacita. It's very beneficial to be friendly and nutty."
"If they say that much, you're going to go through the honor and embarrass yourself about something"
To Kate's words, Yoshiku shrugs his big shoulder and smiles lightly.
"It's harder than shooting UFOs to meet good and trustworthy journalists in the first place."
"I'm glad to be praised and acknowledged, but you've always had bad feelings for the press,"
While I feared for Kate's words, I felt a sting for Van Damme's words and stuck them in my mouth.
"I wouldn't say it's all true, but the race of journalists I've ever met was full of disrespectful, arrogant and dignified people. It's like I'm just a bunch of guys who believe I'm the center of the world. So when I went out in public - when I saw it on camera, I felt like a saint. Besides, they're only doing one-sided press while they're free to press, they're not doing press, they're just doing business with Provaganda."
"I have a lot of earaches...... I worked for a newspaper like that."
All I can think of is being put out in my mouth, and Yoshiku drops the dead line and exhales small.
"By the way, what conversation did you have with that reporter?
"We're not having a conversation. My escort drove me back."
Van Damme shrugs his shoulders and answers a long-standing question.
"That's it. I can't see that coming from my seat. Actually... it's that reporter I'm chasing right now."
Yoshiku decided that it was better to be somewhat honest with Van Damme about the job description in this matter. I'd like to keep it on my side if possible.
"Did you know? He's the one who slapped Kate before."
"I know. So, what do we do with him?
"He said the hepatic cedar is connected to the Border Irane press corps. So, I was instructed by that organization to make some suspicious moves, so it's up to me to investigate. I can't go into much detail."
"I feel like I can't talk in detail, talk enough, Il."
"I agree."
To Kate and Van Damme's words, Shizuku smiles.
"I know what you're trying to say. If anything happens, I want to hear from you. I thought you said you wanted information. When you get a chance, you can do an interview with him, pull out his rudeness, record it, and deliver it to you, okay?
"No, no, I'm asking you to do that - if you can, please"
"Hmm? I think I just heard some weird Japanese."
I smile and bow my head forever, Van Damme laughs too.
"My aim is the Border Irane Correspondents, which is leaping behind the hepatic cedar, right? Representative Theodore Theon Demon is also now in Japan."
"I know. And... I've met the man once before. Not yet, when he's not a representative of the Border Irane press corps, but a senior executive of a private oil field store, and he hasn't been a member of the Demon clan's executive committee. You've come to solicit me."
"What is solicitation... a pull out?
"No, that was a bad way of saying it. It's not solicitation, it's not pull-out. I've spoken to Grimm Penis about joining him under the umbrella of a private oilfield store and all that nonsense. When it's more beneficial to each other, don't be shy and grand with your eyes from above. Of course I said no. I don't know what you're thinking. He was a person. The world calls me a psychopath - but in my mind, you smelled like that guy deserved it. Yeah, just a hunch, no big reason."
Van Dam talking in a grumpy way.
"Sorry, remind me of something I don't like"
"I don't mind. Instead, I spit out that nasty thing and it's refreshing."
In an apology, Van Damme broke his face.