Double Trouble | Orihara Izaya & Kenzi [In Person & ETC] (backdated to early Saturday morning)

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[It's very early Saturday morning when two figures in black went about the facility carrying glitters and feathers of all sizes and colour to lay prank onto unsuspecting victims. They took bucket from their victim's bathroom, mixed glitters, feathers and water together before stringing them up above their victim door room, cleverly devicing it to

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[In Person] How does technorogy.

[rogersthat]

[At least he caught the bucket before it fell on his head, but the contents of the bucket's contents obviously still made it on him. He sighs a little as he stares at the empty bucket. Steve was now wet, covered in glitter and feathers, and looking not too very pleased.]

I assumed the balloons aren't something that usually occurs, but are there usually buckets strung above the doors?

[In Person] Oh hi glittery best friend

[bucky_cap]

[Bucky is on his way back from the cafeteria with an armful of food bars and water bottles to add to their stash (he's got to stock extra lately, ever since supplies were used up during the zombie week and now he's sharing his space with someone). He stops in the suite and takes a moment to stare at Steve, though, as soon as he catches sight of him.

His face is pretty impassive, but he's laughing at you inside.] You look like you lost a fight with a disco. Or Tinkerbell. The hell happened?

[In Person] Pretty fab tonight.

[rogersthat]

[He places the bucket next to the wall. There's no point in trying to get the glitter off since he's wet everywhere. It'll just stick to another part of his body or clothes at this point.]

I believe I just lost a fight to a bucket that was filled with glitter, water, and feathers. [Steve, stop being so serious.] In retrospect, I guess it was Tinkerbell and a bird if you want to include the feathers.

Someone placed a bucket above the door apparently.

[In Person] Pretty damn fab up in this suite.

[bucky_cap]

[Bucky shakes his head, stifling a chuckle, and moves to pluck a few damp feathers out of Steve's hair.] You're never getting all of that off. You'll sparkle for weeks.

You know what they call glitter, right?

[In Person] Fabbest Suite ever. No joke

[rogersthat]

That's not something I want to hear from you. There's a reason why I wasn't a fan of those glam and glitz costumes. They aren't something I want on me.

...I had always assumed glitter is called glitter. [:C What...they're called other things?!]

[In Person] sparkles EVERYWHERE. Then you find out most of the residents are grown men.

[bucky_cap]

[Bucky actually laughs and tries to dust some glitter off Steve's shoulder, though it just sticks to his hand. He makes a slight face and wipes it on the couch.] They call glitter 'the herpes of art supplies' sometimes. Means it's hard to get rid of. You and the suite are going to be fabulous for a while.

...The fact that someone was in here to do this is worrying, though. Unless it was Dick, I guess it could have been him...

[In Person] ...This suite is so hetero i ca-

[rogersthat]

[He sighs and makes his way towards the bathroom to grab a towel. He could at least dry off.] That is such an odd term. It sounds rather offensive. Do people say that like it's normal? [Herpes isn't funny. :C Look at Steve's 1940s mind. He will never understand such terms.] I don't know whether I like the thought of being called fabulous.

Dick? Is he one of the others who live in this Suite?

[In Person] The most hetero.

[bucky_cap]

[Bucky follows to lean in the doorway while he tries to dry off, arms crossed over his chest as he shrugs.] Slang these days is a lot less proper than when we were young.

Yeah, lives in D with Roy. Dick's a pretty good friend.

[In Person] All the hetero jokes. We make them.

[rogersthat]

[He's going to have to change now too. SIGH. His life.] I've realized that. Inappropriate words also seem to be all the rage now too. I honestly don't think I can ever adapt my own vocabulary to this.

Ah. I see. Is this something he would do? [Except Dick is in a glitter dilemma himself.]

[In Person]

[bucky_cap]

[On the bright side, he and Bucky can wear each other's shirts, worse come to worst. Skinny Bucky got bulky in those 70 years.] You don't have to. But at the same time, you probably won't change anyone else's speech patterns. It... gets easier to get used to.

Possibly. He set off glitter bombs in the public areas several weeks ago as a prank. If it was him, it was probably meant for me though.

[In Person]

[rogersthat]

[Sharing clothes? That sounds kind of not hetero. Does that mean he can wear your pants too?] I doubt that. I wouldn't want to force someone to change because I have a problem with it. If they want to speak that way, I have no reason to try and force them to stop.

Ah. Well, I guess if one has a reputation for it...

[SOB. The glitter won't come off.]

[In Person]

[bucky_cap]

[He'll remember that if this happens again or you run into some balloons and you run out of clean shirts, Steve.] Always the boy scout. [He just chuckles a little.]

Not sure. Either way. You, shower. [Point. He might be grinning a little.] There is no way you're getting your art herpes all over our room.

[In Person]

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[Steve is hoping that this isn't a daily occurrence truthfully.] I never actually joined the Boy Scouts, honestly.

Even from your mouth, art herpes sounds odd to me. Can't we just call it glitter? It's simpler that way. [BLUHH. Fine. He'll take his shower like a good soldier.]

[In Person]

[bucky_cap]

It's called making fun of you, Corporal Rogers. [He grins slightly again.]

Nope. 'Art herpes' amuses me more. [Good. He wants this glitter problem under control. He does not want to be finding that stuff inside his arm.]

[In Person]

[rogersthat]

I forget that you were fond of doing that throughout the war. Maybe being frozen caused more problems then I thought. [Then again, he has to recall everything that's happened plus what hasn't happened to him yet.]

You're just aiming to tease me about this. [If he were childish, he throw his wet-glitter shirt at you. But he isn't.]

[In Person]

[bucky_cap]

It'll come back to you, buddy. [He teases a bit, patting him on the shoulder as he goes, then making a face and wiping his glittery hand on the couch.]

Yeah, maybe. Does that surprise you? [Oh yes, Steve, taking off your shirt and throwing it at your best friend, so hetero.]