[Log] Di Roy, Hiyori
Log title: Masochism Tango
Characters involved: Di Roy (shinigamikender), Hiyori (kendraxplague)
Timeline: May 18, 2007 (takes place right after Dinner Date?!)
Rating: PG
Summary: Hiyori gets out her whip and dyke outfit. Di Roy drinks a Pepsi.
Di Roy wasted no time throwing himself onto the couch, glad, once again, for the fact that he had spent a couple extra bucks on wireless controllers for his GameCube. They could say what they liked about the console, but having some decent Zelda games on it? Was worth the price.
"C'mon! Grab some drinks, already! The pizza's gettin' cold!" he shouted.
"Yer fridge is disgustin'," Hiyori called back, freckled nose wrinkling at the containers inside. When looking for the soda, she'd come across something that might have once been cheese, and milk that was two weeks past its expiration date.
Finally, she found two cans of Pepsi, coming back in and flopping down on the couch. She opened the pizza box she'd brought up, taking a bite of the nice, hot pepperoni pizza. "This is better'n I expected," she said through a mouthful of food.
"Told ya it was good shit!" Di Roy grinned. He snagged the can she had left for him, popping open the top and clicking through the first couple opening screens of Soul Calibur II. He hated watching that shit more than a few times.
"Got a fighter preference?"
She opened her can, sucking up the fizz before it could spill over, setting it down on the table. "Yeah," she said after swallowing another large bite of pizza. "I like Ivy. Ya ain't got a problem with that, right?"
"Psh. As long as you don't play her in that really dyke-y outfit, I don't see no problem at all," Di Roy shrugged, flicking through his own character choices and finally deciding on Nightmare.
"No legendary weapons or shit first, though."
Hiyori blinked. "Why the hell does it matter what she's wearin'?" She asked, looking at him strangely. "She still does the same shit, right?"
She took this opportunity to take another two bites of her food as she waited for Di Roy's response, so she'd have both hands free for playing the game later on.
"Still does the same shit, but looks a whole hell of a lot uglier," Di Roy reached over, finally tugging a piece of pizza for himself free and blowing on the hot slice, "An' I like her look better in the skimpier shit, anyways."
Hiyori snorted, and just to piss him off, decided to play her in what Di Roy had earlier referred to as the "dike-y outfit."
"Ready fer me t'kick yer ass?" she inquired, arching both eyebrows as she gulped down her Pepsi.
Di Roy shoved his half eaten piece into the box, swallowing the bites he had taken and wiping his hands on his jeans. He had to roll his eyes at her picking the stupid dyke-y outfit, but it didn't matter.
"Nah, but I'm ready to kick yer ass," he picked up his controller, scrolling through the battlegrounds and picking the old chapel.
"I'd like t'see ya try," Hiyori snorted. No one could beat her in this game. Then again, she had to admit that most of the people she played against were just shitty players in general. If Di Roy was actually good, well, she'd be a little surprised.
"Ya play often?" she asked as their characters were transported to the battleground.
"Heh. I got a lot of free time and it's good for stress relief?" Di Roy shook his head, hands curling over the remote as he leaned forward. He was trying to be nonchalant about this, but he wanted to win. He wanted to show Hiyori just how bad the Arrancar kicked her ass.
Well, apparently he did. Di Roy obviously had more free time than Hiyori did, particularly when she and her band mates were on tour or recording/writing a brand new album, but still, she could honestly say that she played video games -- not necessarily this one, though -- quite often.
"So wanna make bets on who's gonna win?" She asked, grinning widely. "If so, what're the stakes?"
"Heh," Di Roy snorted. There was no way she was as good at this as he was. He didn't have much, but it was the kind of win that he was all too sure of. He just had a gut feeling that she wouldn't do as well as she thought.
"Yer on. Twenty bucks says you don't even get one win this round," he jiggled his A key.
"Fine. If ya lose, yer gonna come to a Vaizard show an' tell everyone how much ya love us. Repeatedly." She grinned viciously, turning her eyes back to the screen.
If that didn't make him play at his best, she didn't know what would. And hey, even if she lost -- which she wouldn't -- twenty bucks was easy enough to spare.
Di Roy cringed at her side of the wager. He couldn't imagine the rep he'd lose as a proper music fanboy if he turned into one of those mindless zombie fans (even if a free ride at a Vaizard show was more than a little bit tempting).
"Fine. Better get your wallet out," Di Roy scoffed, throwing Nightmare into his first combo.
Hiyori snorted. "Better get ready fer an awesome concert," she countered, forcing Ivy to dodge the attack before moving into one of the more difficult moves: her attack throw.
Di Roy wasn't half bad. Then again, he was probably playing for his life, seeing as his punishment would be much worse than hers.
Characters involved: Di Roy (shinigamikender), Hiyori (kendraxplague)
Timeline: May 18, 2007 (takes place right after Dinner Date?!)
Rating: PG
Summary: Hiyori gets out her whip and dyke outfit. Di Roy drinks a Pepsi.
Di Roy wasted no time throwing himself onto the couch, glad, once again, for the fact that he had spent a couple extra bucks on wireless controllers for his GameCube. They could say what they liked about the console, but having some decent Zelda games on it? Was worth the price.
"C'mon! Grab some drinks, already! The pizza's gettin' cold!" he shouted.
"Yer fridge is disgustin'," Hiyori called back, freckled nose wrinkling at the containers inside. When looking for the soda, she'd come across something that might have once been cheese, and milk that was two weeks past its expiration date.
Finally, she found two cans of Pepsi, coming back in and flopping down on the couch. She opened the pizza box she'd brought up, taking a bite of the nice, hot pepperoni pizza. "This is better'n I expected," she said through a mouthful of food.
"Told ya it was good shit!" Di Roy grinned. He snagged the can she had left for him, popping open the top and clicking through the first couple opening screens of Soul Calibur II. He hated watching that shit more than a few times.
"Got a fighter preference?"
She opened her can, sucking up the fizz before it could spill over, setting it down on the table. "Yeah," she said after swallowing another large bite of pizza. "I like Ivy. Ya ain't got a problem with that, right?"
"Psh. As long as you don't play her in that really dyke-y outfit, I don't see no problem at all," Di Roy shrugged, flicking through his own character choices and finally deciding on Nightmare.
"No legendary weapons or shit first, though."
Hiyori blinked. "Why the hell does it matter what she's wearin'?" She asked, looking at him strangely. "She still does the same shit, right?"
She took this opportunity to take another two bites of her food as she waited for Di Roy's response, so she'd have both hands free for playing the game later on.
"Still does the same shit, but looks a whole hell of a lot uglier," Di Roy reached over, finally tugging a piece of pizza for himself free and blowing on the hot slice, "An' I like her look better in the skimpier shit, anyways."
Hiyori snorted, and just to piss him off, decided to play her in what Di Roy had earlier referred to as the "dike-y outfit."
"Ready fer me t'kick yer ass?" she inquired, arching both eyebrows as she gulped down her Pepsi.
Di Roy shoved his half eaten piece into the box, swallowing the bites he had taken and wiping his hands on his jeans. He had to roll his eyes at her picking the stupid dyke-y outfit, but it didn't matter.
"Nah, but I'm ready to kick yer ass," he picked up his controller, scrolling through the battlegrounds and picking the old chapel.
"I'd like t'see ya try," Hiyori snorted. No one could beat her in this game. Then again, she had to admit that most of the people she played against were just shitty players in general. If Di Roy was actually good, well, she'd be a little surprised.
"Ya play often?" she asked as their characters were transported to the battleground.
"Heh. I got a lot of free time and it's good for stress relief?" Di Roy shook his head, hands curling over the remote as he leaned forward. He was trying to be nonchalant about this, but he wanted to win. He wanted to show Hiyori just how bad the Arrancar kicked her ass.
Well, apparently he did. Di Roy obviously had more free time than Hiyori did, particularly when she and her band mates were on tour or recording/writing a brand new album, but still, she could honestly say that she played video games -- not necessarily this one, though -- quite often.
"So wanna make bets on who's gonna win?" She asked, grinning widely. "If so, what're the stakes?"
"Heh," Di Roy snorted. There was no way she was as good at this as he was. He didn't have much, but it was the kind of win that he was all too sure of. He just had a gut feeling that she wouldn't do as well as she thought.
"Yer on. Twenty bucks says you don't even get one win this round," he jiggled his A key.
"Fine. If ya lose, yer gonna come to a Vaizard show an' tell everyone how much ya love us. Repeatedly." She grinned viciously, turning her eyes back to the screen.
If that didn't make him play at his best, she didn't know what would. And hey, even if she lost -- which she wouldn't -- twenty bucks was easy enough to spare.
Di Roy cringed at her side of the wager. He couldn't imagine the rep he'd lose as a proper music fanboy if he turned into one of those mindless zombie fans (even if a free ride at a Vaizard show was more than a little bit tempting).
"Fine. Better get your wallet out," Di Roy scoffed, throwing Nightmare into his first combo.
Hiyori snorted. "Better get ready fer an awesome concert," she countered, forcing Ivy to dodge the attack before moving into one of the more difficult moves: her attack throw.
Di Roy wasn't half bad. Then again, he was probably playing for his life, seeing as his punishment would be much worse than hers.