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HAD TO SHOW BITCHES WHERE THE TOP IS
WHO: dave (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shenunigans) and suigetsu (liquidate)
WHERE: probably gula, seems like they have the stuff
WHEN: march 8th
WHAT: two losers meet up to be losers and steal glowsticks? we just don't know
WARNINGS: please keep a safe distance away or this mix tape will bURN YOU ALIVE
(and there he is, standing at avarita's gate in a diligent wait for "tony".
suigetsu doesn't look all that impressive, looking surprisingly normal until the purple poncho — that he thought, unfortunately, was a cloak — he bought comes into view and he grins wide with a snaggletooth that sticks awkwardly out over his lip. an arm whips up, excitable, to wave at his new district-hopping buddy, starting over.)
Hey, Tony! (still wrong,) It's me, Suigetsu!
(gets side-eyed hard by the rather large alien standing guard at the entrance.)
Are you ready to steal some glow-sticks?
shenunigans) and suigetsu (liquidate)WHERE: probably gula, seems like they have the stuff
WHEN: march 8th
WHAT: two losers meet up to be losers and steal glowsticks? we just don't know
WARNINGS: please keep a safe distance away or this mix tape will bURN YOU ALIVE
(and there he is, standing at avarita's gate in a diligent wait for "tony".
suigetsu doesn't look all that impressive, looking surprisingly normal until the purple poncho — that he thought, unfortunately, was a cloak — he bought comes into view and he grins wide with a snaggletooth that sticks awkwardly out over his lip. an arm whips up, excitable, to wave at his new district-hopping buddy, starting over.)
Hey, Tony! (still wrong,) It's me, Suigetsu!
(gets side-eyed hard by the rather large alien standing guard at the entrance.)
Are you ready to steal some glow-sticks?
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(that said, there's enough substance in the next sentences to hold his interest.
eyebrows rise well into his fringe, obviously dealing with something akin to what shock might feel like. clearly dave's offered something bizarrely new to him, which immediately has suigetsu skeptical and narrowing his eyes. the back he's soon faced with, as the strider strides to the straightening guard ready to check their tokens, but his stare bores into the back of a very blond head.)
I'll talk, you'll listen, and then what? You wanna make me feel better about it? Why? (the distraction fails, obvious with the onslaught of questions, but at least his expression's evening out as he begins walking to catch up.) You want a favour done for ya, or something?
(the longer they shoot the shit about it, the more it seems like suigetsu's simply battling some confusion.)
That's nice and all — and I dunno if it'd go well — but if you can't even handle seeing one dick, then my story's a little eeehh.
(we started at the bottom now we're still at the bottom.)
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[He's talking and talking and he feels himself getting pink to the tips of his goddamn ears. He did not want to have a deep and meaningful with this guy, he wanted to get glowsticks. He just finds it too fucking hard to ignore it when someone is brazen enough to be completely honest with their shitty life in a way he really fucking sucks at.
Now he's probably bitten off more than he can chew.]
I dunno, I'm not a psychiatrist. I just figured that if there's something on your chest and you want it off your chest then I can probably just open my earholes and make noises that sound sympathetic until it feels better. [He shrugs, he's probably shrugged a million times.] I don't think there's anything you could give me that would make the tale of a thousand dicks better. I just have nothing better to do than sit around and chat about issues, apparently.
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watches dave flounder even as he walks alongside him and ignores the guard asking after the tokens, head tilting as it's raised half-heartedly and waved. truly an outsider looking in, in an emotional sense, as they cross the threshold into gula and the air seems to settle around them like a wash of paint on an otherwise clean canvas.
there's really only one thing suigetsu wants to say before continuing on, but there's something to address before that.)
Nothing better to do than offer help to strangers, more like. I don't even know your real name. (looks like he's not as stupid as he lets on, fine with meeting and knowing someone through a nickname alone — even though he's one of the biggest idiots currently on bajikan, no contest needed.) You wanna start with that first, instead of cutting that particular lifeline, or do you really wanna be called "Tony-kun" forever?
(then continue on he does, with a very sharp turn in conversation, pointing at dave's face.)
...
Oh, you're turning red, by the way. Like your suit. (a facetious little smile, snaggletooth denting a lip,) You embarrassed?
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[He rolls his eyes behind his shades, with a brow twitch to follow when he gets called out thoroughly and ruthlessly. See if he offers to be a bro again! (He will.)]
I just wanted to see how long I could keep the ball rolling on that one. It's Dave. Strider clan, if we're being thorough.
[He stiffens up and straightens out, as if pure force of will can make his face pale again.]
Nope. [Very convincing.] Remind me never to engage your emotional issues again.
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(denial can be an ugly thing.
marching forward now that suigetsu's cut the tension in one very purposeful deflection, committing the name to memory and finding himself wondering what more information he can glean. it'll have to wait until after their real goal, the hunt for the elusive glow-stick, but the inconvenient feeling he's met with now is something like a very strong craving.
insatiable as his personality is to begin with, this manifests powerfully in suigetsu, leaving him craning his neck to see if he can spot somewhere to go over the gaggles of people.)
If you were a glow-stick, Dave, where would you go first?
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Whether Suigetsu sees the face or not isn't important, what's important is that they're moving on from that long, uncomfortable moment.]
The trash. [Terse. So Terse.] What are the chances they'd show up at a buffet or something? I'm getting hunger pains. I'm getting the shakes.. and the fries. [He breezes past that godawful joke so he can peer in the window of a nearby bakery, pointing at a seven tier slice of cake on display.]
I bet I could fit that whole thing in my mouth. [Which roughly translates to: please be skeptical about my claim so I have a reason to march in there and eat that whole cake.]
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Wha— wh-wh-what the hell is that?! Is that a whole cake?
(staring. at the massive cake. like he's just wandered into a dreamland.
that is the biggest cake he's ever seen and it's right there on display, right there for him to eat. it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, the perfect waves of icing glistening with a mountain of fresh fruit he's never seen before forming a decorative, edible crown that's dusted in sugar—
grabbing the shoulder of dave's shirt, shaking him savagely.)
You wanna try? You can't do it, so maybe half is fine and I can eat the other half?! Or we could split the layers evenly and you get three, while I get four! (moving to slap the glass of the store window, disturbing every single alien inside.) I have to have that! I have to have that, Dave!
(NO CHILL.)
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He's telling the truth, though. The meteor wasn't exactly abundant with baked goods, and Bro wasn't exactly a pastry chef. He's probably never tasted something so decadent. So pure. So... Jesus christ, is he having a seizure from want?
No. Suigetsu is just shaking him, to which Dave responds maturely by slapping furiously at him until he stops and turns his violent attention to the window.]
You know what? Yes. Yes I want that fucking cake. I'm going to buy us that fucking cake, my treat. My only condition is that, when I start going to town on it and I mean really going to town. Moaning, wiping it on my face, licking my hands...? You don't judge. [He points two fingers at his shades and twists his hands to point them at Suigetsu's eyes.]
Get your shit together, we're going in. [He straightens out his suit, steps inside, watches the staff wrap it in a needlessly ornate box with great difficulty and spends more money on cake than he probably has on food ever.
Then he walks back out with it.]
We probably shouldn't sit in the gutter and eat this.. [He's sitting down.]
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(they're way too excited.
people are staring.
suigetsu jams his face against the window to watch them remove it from the display for dave and somehow leaves a streak of water in his wake when he's peeling off to greet his new best friend at the door.)
They'll probably lose business if we eat it right here. (drops his ass onto the curb, legs out straight, flipping the ends of the poncho away from his arms to reveal more purple shirt and to free his hands.) If anyone gives you rude looks because you're eating the cake like an animal, ignore them 'cause they're just jealous they didn't think of this idea first.
(i wish i didn't have to write him jamming his fingers into the side of it, but his hand flattens out and drives into the side of the cake like a shiv.)
Dibs on all the corners.
(it's round, it doesn't have any corners. could he mean the entire outside?)
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When he opens the box, it's as if the cake is surrounded by a warm, angelic glow put quickly to a stop by Suigetsu's hand smashing into the cake.]
Excuse me? People at the mercy of my goddamn generosity don't get dibs. They get what they're damn well given. [He narrows his eyes behind his shades, then promptly realises that the more he talks the less he eats.
And Suigetsu just keeps eating.
Shamelessly, Dave starts digging his fingers in and takes handfuls of the cake as well. Conversation stops and is replaced by nothing but the sound of eating and the occasional satisfied noise, as promised.
Usually, Dave would have stopped long ago. He eats a pretty large amount, what with being a teenage boy and all, but this seems excessive. The cake, however, is more delicious with every bite and he desperately wants to finish it.
Eventually, they're getting closer to finishing the cake and closer to a silent battle over who gets the last handful.]
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It feels like my birthday... (pauses to heave a laboured sigh, eyeing the cake like he'll manage to conquer it soon enough,) A whole seven-layered cake. I never even had a one-layered cake!
(face covered, there's a short break he takes before noticing how little of the cake there actually is for them to eat, giving dave the hardest sidelong look as if to gauge his readiness to swipe the very last chunk. with its perfect mess of icing to cake ratio, moist and fluffy. he has to stop drooling over it and actually get to it, but before that — an arm raises.
and his forearm and elbow are used against dave to apply pressure and begin slowly pushing him away from the rest of The Goods, licking his frosting-covered chops.)
The last piece — is — mine.