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[purmoncul]

WHO: purmoncul and YOU!
WHERE: A fifties-style burger joint
WHEN: Today! He'll be there for a while probably, so swing on by.
WARNINGS: ...Sirius is his own warning, and his smile gets one now too.
SUMMARY: Having experienced about five and a half years of living between this week and the last, Sirius wants to touch base with the City and his friends.

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[hellcommander]

Hirum didn't bother to respond to the post.

He just showed up, as was his way. He finds Sirius pretty easily (that scruff is like a beacon) and pulls up a chair to his table. "Yo."

[purmoncul]

"Do you understand," Sirius just launches away with, since we're skipping things like greetings and small talk, "peanut butter?"

[hellcommander]

Welp.

Good to know that Sirius never actually grew up.

At the question, Hiruma raises a perfectly arched brow, then leans forward and sniffs at Sirius, smelling for alcohol.

"... No, I don't really."

[purmoncul]

"The reason I'm asking," Sirius explains, holding a finger up in front of Hiruma's sniffing face, "is because they make milkshakes out of it here." The finger points over to the open kitchen, and the large tub of the substance in question by the mixing machine.

"I mean, I understand that marmite is an acquired taste, but we don't go making icecream out of it."

[hellcommander]

Hiruma growls and snaps at the finger like an angry animal before backing off and looking over at the kitchen. "Peanut butter is a pretty common flavor for stuff here."

He cackles a little, "Actually, a lot of doggie treats are flavored like peanut butter! Maybe you'd like them after all! Kekekekeke! But hey, look at it this way... we're not in Japan. In the motherland, they make fuckin' ice cream out of anything, including wasabi and squid ink. Both of which are disgusting, by the fuckin' way."

[purmoncul]

Hey! He needs those fingers! They fing! And people call him impulsive.

"Coach, you come from a strange land. ...Wasabi icecream sounds a bit interesting, though. Cold and sweet and yet also hot and spicy? I'd try it."

He pauses, thoughtfully, contemplating this.

"...I'd let you film it for posterity, but yeah. I'd try it."

[hellcommander]

Yes, well, it would be prudent not to put them in front of his mouth then wouldn't it! It's like putting your hand down a garbage disposal with a joyful toddler running the power switch and hoping for the best!

"Some day the Land of the Rising Sun is the strangest of all the lands~" a pause, some blinking, then, "Fucking ew, you would? Kekekekeke! I'll have to get some then!"

Won't be his fault when the ice cream makes like a ball and bounces.

[purmoncul]

"It's a plan then." Having thus decided how he wishes to die, Sirius leans forward with an eager grin.

"So I have two questions for you: One, who in the city do you think is up to learning how to play a violent game involving zooming around the air lobbing things at one another? The broom thing is going to happen faster, on account of I actually know how the bloody things work now. Two, the Super Bowl. Where do I show up to eat crisps and watch you completely lose it at a telly for a few hours?"

[hellcommander]

"I will order some right now," Hiruma pulls out a smart phone that had, up until recently, been an iPhone. And now? It was an EyePhone. And it had a little picture of an eye in an apple on it. So fucking weird.

"To answer the first, me, Himuro, possibly Gaou. Maybe Trowa and a few other people. Plus, I can easily recruit more. As long as I still get to be Seeker! And fly on my own... unless brooms are just too fucking fast for that to be possible," the thought of that made him a bit sad and his expression fell a bit for a few brief split seconds, "Two, you show up at my apartment building and go to the 10th floor. There's a huge fucking place called the Mancave up there. You can feed Pierre, too!"