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Who: Mukuro [youwillbe_mist] and Gokudera [hurricanebomber]
Where: Somewhere in the school
When: After classes on Friday, 5/6
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, and unlicensed dentistry
Summary: Mukuro's a creep with a pair of pliers.
The Story:

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[youwillbe_mist]

Mukuro could already tell that this school sucks. He'd been here two days, three if he counted the vague memory of moving all his belongings into that tiny room but it just happened to fast, and there is definitely nothing here worth his time.

He'd taken up one of the classrooms, Home Economics it looked like, as his own and since anyone had yet to stop him, for all intents and purposes he'd considered it as his new class-skipping territory. Only there's no fun in having your own territory without someone to rule over.

That had to change.

Looking to alleviate his boredom, he crossed the room and slid the door open just in time to see some other student walk down the hallway. Now while that guy didn't quite look like subject material (Mukuro would say more...'insufferable prick'), he wasn't in the mood to wait for someone else.

Friendly smile? Check.
Pleasant voice? Check.
Unaware target? Chec--skjgfj get back here, sir.

"Hey! Can you come help me with something in here really fast?"

[hurricanebomber]

Gokudera pauses to look back at this new guy, recognizing him only because he's Ryuho's roommate now. That alone is reason enough to dislike him.

That and his ridiculous haircut.

"With what?"

[youwillbe_mist]

Insufferable prick, indeed. Mukuro keeps his manner friendly only because he has just dictated this guy needs to be brought down a peg.

"I need to move all the desks in here. There's a lot of them," he lies without hesitation.

[hurricanebomber]

"Tch. You can't do it yourself?" Gokudera grimaces, but is already starting back toward the door.

[youwillbe_mist]

"All of them? I'd be here forever. But thanks!" He grins and then ducks back into the room.

[hurricanebomber]

Gokudera mutters under his breath that he didn't even say he'd help, but he follows Mukuro into the empty classroom, anyway. It hasn't occurred to him to think that this is anything but what it seems to be, since he's Gokduera and none of the normal students mess with him.

"Why the hell do you have to move the desks anyway?"

[youwillbe_mist]

Mukuro bites back the retort on his tongue, some sarcastic remark about how last time he checked, he didn't look like freaking Scheherazade so Gokudera should stop asking for these made up stories.

Instead he just pretends to survey the layout of the desks and responds with a shrug, "We're having an exhibition tomorrow, so the space is going to be needed for a couple of tables." He looks at Gokudera.

"We'll just shove the desks into the corner, I guess."

[hurricanebomber]

"Fine."

And because he wants to go back to doing his own thing and not grudgingly helping another student, he just starts moving these shitty desks around.

[youwillbe_mist]

"You aren't going to be late for anything important, are you?" Mukuro feigns that concern like a boss.

Although he supposes he should also start moving the desks around. Yes. Got to make the story believable at all, so he engages in some halfhearted desk tetris.

[hurricanebomber]

He considers lying to get out of this faster, but it's not worth the effort, so he shrugs and says, "No."

He's not being particularly careful about moving the desks--instead he's just shoving them in the general direction of the corner of the room. Hey, it's not his job to make sure this gets done well.

[youwillbe_mist]

"No? Hm..." He trails off, retreating to get another desk.

Only not really!!!!

The mass sound of desks and their chairs being shoved around in the tiled room is of enough volume to mask Mukuro ditching the self-made task and closing the classroom door. "Is that so...?"

He decides to make this known to Gokudera in a very flashy way -- he kicks the nearest desk right into said door.

[hurricanebomber]

Gokudera looks up, maybe a little startled but not that impressed by the noise.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?"

[youwillbe_mist]

Mukuro turns to look at Gokudera, his smile is nothing short of looking accomplished.

"That's been a change of plans, you see, just now. You and I, we'll be here in this room for a little longer than scheduled," he laughs softly. "I hope you don't mind too much, hm~?"

[hurricanebomber]

"Yeah, I do fucking mind. What the hell do you want?"

[youwillbe_mist]

"What do I want?" He sits on top of a desk, his entire manner arrogant now.

"Well I would say that I'm bored, and that I want a way to fix that. You, depending on how perceptive you think you are, might notice that you're going to help me achieve this task." And after a thoughtful moment he adds, "And no, you don't get a choice in the matter"

[hurricanebomber]

"Fuck you." Guess who is just going to saunter toward the door now.

No, you're wrong, it's Gokudera.