Wait a minute, something's not quite right; [Open~]

[rawrsoangry]

Who: XANXUS and YOU!
What: Mr Grumpypants (or Mr Meanieface, whichever you prefer) is bored and brooding (unusual, right?) around the town.
Where: Everywhere; he's a-wanderin'.
When: Shortly after midday, January 27th
Warnings/Notes: Xanxus' filthy mouth, foul temper, and potential violence, I suppose? On a related note, if Xanxus is likely to

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God, your post brought out his snarky, manipulative, cynical side. Congrats.

[adultlike_child]

"If you're unhappy with the situation, scowling won't make it any better."

If the man turned around, he would see a nine year-old boy with a weird-shaped head perched on the back of a park bench gazing with bland interest at him. Despite the chill air, Arnold was sweaty from practicing the karate he just recently remembered. It was also a good way for him to spend some time to think over the vague images he'd seen of himself with others whose positions in life he remembered but faces he couldn't see and voices he couldn't hear.

His green eyes studied the newcomer before he closed them as he swiped the back of his hand across his forehead to rid it of some of the sweat.

Xanxus is like GODDAMNIT WHAT IS WITH THESE KIDS DX

[rawrsoangry]

Another brat. Of course it was another brat. If Xanxus had been the type to hold himself responsible for his actions, he'd have wondered how many sins he'd committed to deserve all of this, but since he wasn't he just blamed it on the fucking brats instead.

His teeth ground together; if his short temper hadn't been riled up already today, it certainly was now. He couldn't even walk around in this damn place without everybody making it their business and bitching at him, like he gave a flying fuck about their opinion. It frustrated the living shit out of him; all the more so since the long-haired trash had told him he was Mafia boss and therefore supposedly had held some form of respect. Or fear. Fear was even better. One day he'd hold that here, too, and Xanxus fully intended that that day wouldn't be far off.

"Well, fuck. That right?" he sneered. "If only I'd known that earlier."

[adultlike_child]

Arnold ignored the statement, calmly stuffing his hands in his pockets and gazing up at the man with that same bland stare. He idly noted that being afraid would probably be a good thing at the moment but his mind was too full of questions about himself to give much thought to the possibility.

"Though it makes me wonder. If you're so displeased with the situation..." He opened his eyes into narrow slits, gauging the other's reaction. "...why're you just griping about it?"

[rawrsoangry]

"'Just griping'?" Xanxus repeated, then spat to one side. "What makes you think I'm 'just griping,' you little shit?" None of these idiots looked beyond the surface of things. He might have cut Arnold a bit of slack in this regard if he hadn't already started bitching him out. Fucking prepubescent know-it-all.

[adultlike_child]

Arnold crossed his arms, keeping up that bland look. "You're obviously annoyed by the way life just continues to go on despite nobody remembering anything. If you've got another solution, I'd love to hear it."

To be honest, part of him wanted to find who had decided to bring him here. His family was probably worried sick, and no matter what he truly was, he didn't like the idea of worrying them.

"I myself haven't heard much on whoever's in charge here." He tilted his head slightly to one side. "But then again I'm a kid. There's only so much adults tell me."

[rawrsoangry]

"There's only so much those useless idiots know."

And that was another thing that pissed Xanxus off. How stupid did you have to be to not spend every spare moment trying to work this crazy mess out? Klarth could bitch all he wanted about how mysterious this place was, but Xanxus didn't see a whole lot of action happening. They were all too busy playing house with each other, fucking around and living day-to-day. It was sickening. He wanted to do...something, but he couldn't remember exactly what. Every time he got a taste of it, the idea slipped away.

Fucking island. Fucking 'gods'. When his time came...

But that time wasn't now, damnit. "I'm working on it." Xanxus didn't really mean to say it aloud, but that was fine. "Don't you worry about that, brat."

[adultlike_child]

Arnold gave a smirk which then evolved into his usual bright smile. He held out his right hand.

"If I hear anything you might find useful, I'll be sure to pass it on. After all, I'm just a kid." He shrugged, hand still stretched out. "I won't be able to understand everything I hear, will I?"

[rawrsoangry]

...the fuck?

The little shit was probably messing with him, but Xanxus figured that any extra sets of ears about the place might be to his advantage. His grin wasn't nearly so friendly as Arnold's when he reached out to take the hand; still, it was better than nothing, probably.

His handshake was possibly a little too firm, too - well, okay, so it was bordering the term 'crushing' - but it wasn't something he gave lightly, either. "You're a funny little brat," he observed. "Hah! All right. Anything 'useful', tell me quick-fucking-smart."

[adultlike_child]

Arnold's smile twitched, turning into a grimace for a moment. When they released hands, he gave a quirky smile. He raised a finger. "First of all, my name's Arnold, not 'brat', and if you don't mind, I'd like to know your name for future reference." A second finger joined the first. "Second, I'd appreciate it if you did the same for me."

[rawrsoangry]

Five points for balls, less five for stupidity, Xanxus thought to himself. He propped his hands back on his hips comfortably. "I'm Xanxus. Arnold."

Kid could 'appreciate it' all he wanted, but Xanxus made no promises. That was just fucking stupid.

[adultlike_child]

"All right, Mr. Xanxus." He lowered his hand to dangle at one side before turning to walk away.

He paused after a few steps. "And, Mr. Xanxus, I've no doubt you could probably snap me in two like a twig, but I don't think you'd waste a potential resource so needlessly. However, I refuse to gather information for little or no gain of my own. As fascinating a place this is, we were brought here presumably against our will which, to me, is the very definition of kidnapping. With that in mind, I suspect we both wish to return home with our memories in tact. It'd be easier on both of us to cooperate. Otherwise, I apologize for wasting your valuable time."

[rawrsoangry]

Fucking brat was wordier than the Oxford Dictionary. Xanxus snorted inelegantly. "If you're useful to me, I'll be useful to you. You have my word on that."

Of course, Arnold had no idea what that word was worth; to be honest, neither did Xanxus. He suspected that it was somewhere around the mark of 'not much', but at the same time he'd reward good work. Kid seemed capable of that, so who knew? Hell, maybe Xanxus'd adopt him into his fucking mafia or what-the-fuck-ever. Wouldn't that be a riot?