Here it goes.

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Who: Daxter, whoever else is crazy enough to be up.
When: Hour before midnight
Where: Cafeteria
What: Food always tastes better after midnight. So the resident ottsel decides to prepare.
Rating: PG.. May become PG-13.

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[monkeysearnpain]

[You guys are retarded. xD And I bet you did, Debitt.]

Goku grinned. This was just like a few hours ago, when he needed help with the apples. Except, he wasn't short and furry, nor did he refuse the help.

"Startle ya? My name's Goku. Which buttons you need?"

Bad influence!

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{ YES. WE DO NEED A JAK. -Cough- My only roleplaying friend doesn't know about Jak'n'Dax, or LJ. So. Relying on everyone else~ >>;

Do eet. x3; }

Daxter bristled. Fine. Let the kid think he needed help. He wouldn't be the one to do the work, that way. ... Plan confirmed. The ottsel spun about, almost military-walking back to the machine. Could have been a strut, if they weren't in a lunch room.

"N9." Pause. Alright, he didn't look that bad. Daxter huffed, crossing his arms. "So you're Goku? I'm Daxter." He just wanted his chips, really. But conversation never hurt much before.

Re: Bad influence!

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Goku blinked, looking in the dim light at the buttons before him. He sounded out the two symbols as he pressed the buttons. "N... 9... There!" He chimed, watching the little turning metal bar. When it stopped, the bag leaned forward... before stopping with just one corner holding it up.

Goku was appalled at this. How dare a meer machine stop food from being eaten?! "Wh-what?! It's stuck!" He shouted, to audibly show his negative feelings toward the evil snack machine.

Re:

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When the kid had started putting in the numbers, Daxter was almost ready to hug him. Finally, food! But then... there was no sound of a bag dropping, and the ottsel just deflated. The kid voiced what had obviously happened- sensitive ears can pick up on the turning of a ring, after all- and that just cinched it.

Dax 'grahhed' again, before spinning on one paw to point at the machine, while facing Goku. "See?! It's a possessed thing. Probably made out of Precursor junk, no wonder it don't work." Or maybe it just didn't like short people, but Daxter didn't touch on that. He did wonder how to get it, though. Maybe the dispense was big enough...?

Eeek. Daxter shuddered; that thing would probably scrape his whole back.

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Goku blinked, wondering what they should do. Being the person he was, he didn't think of anything that would keep them from getting in trouble.... His first, and only idea, was to use Nyoi-bo to bust the vending machine open, but he couldn't do that without getting himself killed...

"Hmm... What do we do now...?"

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Gaah. The kid was going to make him do it, wasn't he? Stupid kid.

Daxter rolled up pretend sleeves- still needed to get around to wearing a shirt- and side stepped a bit. He honestly didn't know what the point of checking out all angles of a snack machine would do, but it did distract him long enough so his slight-motor mouth could say, "Do ya got anything to prop open d'a lid?"

They could just press the numbers again, but that would be using up his second chance. Grah. Again.

[monkeysearnpain]

Goku blinked, reaching down to the door and pushing it open with his fingers. "Uhm... Eyeah..." He chuckled nervously, sweatdropping. "Eheheh..." He knew that he was bigger, had more power, and had it easier than the... thing. He knew the furry animal didn't have any friends here... and was the only being in the house that wasn't humanoid, basically. Not to mention the fact that the normally mean people would be even worse because of what he was. And then there was... well, it wasn't like he was gettin' any girls... or guys... or anything... And he needed help to get something from a vending machine, for God's sake!

... But, Goku wouldn't rub it in.

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...

Daxter watched with the sort of face one would use as a dog chewed up the bed leg, then the shoe, and finally the hamster. The kind of face when you really didn't want to deal with that dog, so didn't, and therefore lost the resident rodent. Because, hell if Goku's face didn't change about ten expressions at once. What was going on in that kid's head?

"Well, spit it out already. Do ya or don't ya?" Dax again crossed his arms, before continuing. "Geez, kid, swallow your tongue or something?" Pause. "I'm not getting it out."

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Goku sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, nothing's gonna work unless either you go up, or I put a dent in this thing... Which would you prefer?" He asked. The kid didn't look strong at all with his baggy clothes on. In the closet, he'd found a hoodie and some baggy jeans, and figured it was okay to wear that.

But under the layers... A very... very well-toned body was hiding, just itching for a reason to hit something. He hadn't been attacked by Youkai in months-- and that was before he came. It was the night after arrival, but... He was just dying to fight...

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The ottsel grinned- some would call that insanity, some would call that a miner just finding his gold. So, the kid thought he could... shatter plastic? Alright, let him. Not that he was afraid to go up there andgetstuck and get it himself, because he would have. But there was a perfectly able body right there, and as proven with all the jewels Krew had sent him out to get, Dax just didn't have any luck with playing retriever. ...Retriever...

Snapping back to the present, the ottsel hopped out of the line of metaphorical fire, saying easily, "Fine. If ya think ya can do it, fuzz-brain, go ahead." Such a manipulator, wasn't he?

[monkeysearnpain]

Yes, he was now manipulating Goku. Good for him. Let's just keep in mind that it was Goku, and not someone with thoughts other than 'let's kick ass!' or 'gimmefoodgimmefoodgimmefood.' Goku used his foot to push Daxter aside. "Back up..."

He reached out, holding his hand down and open. "... Nyoi-Bo!!" He barked. A beeping noise was heard low breeze filled the cafeteria, all the energy pulling into a slowly materializing weapon. A pole appeared in his hand, red, with golden rounded ends. He grasped it, grinning widely. It'd been a while since he'd held it.

He tightened his grip on it, lifting it above his head and jumping up. He striked down on the machine. "Uryaaaaah!!!" He cried, slamming the pole into the hard metal, leaving a dent the size of a moon crater in the top. The bag fell.

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When the foot had brushed him off, Daxter had half the mind to gnaw on it. Not out of hunger, really, but for the fact that this kid thought he could push him around.

That was about the same time some staff-thing materialized out of thin air and slammed into the machine. And the bag was dropped. And Daxter was wide-eyed. ".. What is this, DBZ?" Recovery was a slow, loud process, but it ended pretty fast. "All that yelling, you'd think someone'd shoved that handy-thing up your a-"

The reason he cut himself off? The lid wouldn't open. Apparently, the dent hadn't just bent the plastic- the thin sheet of steel under it was all banged up. Repeated kicking and pulling didn't help, either. Finally, he huffed. "It's stuck! You did something. What did you do?!" Daxter spun around, frowning again. Ignore his earlier command, please.

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Goku twitched. "Up my what?" He asked before Daxter saw that the dispenser was stuck. He twitched. The little furrball thought he had to right to make fun of him when he's helping out, did he? He clenched Nyoi-Bo, then grinned. "Guess what...." He started his revenge slowly in a low, evil, smiling voice. "... You're on your own here."

His voice ended crisp, as were his movements as he turned on his heel and began to stride away.

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'On your own' was not in Daxter's vocabulary- mainly, because he wouldn't leave anybody alone, and for a real good reason, what with his current state of being. This was not to say he was needy. No, Dax was not desperate-- he just wasn't that good at letting people ignore him.

Ears down, the ottsel put his arms on his 'hips,' leveling a star at the kid's back. Gah. He was walking away, wasn't he? Geez. Daxter glanced at the machine, almost like promising a return, before scurrying after the other. The kid's walk was his run, really. "Hey! Hey! Kid!" Hm. What to say.. "Gonna let something like a glittery shelf hold'ya back? Shoulda known."

He wasn't exactly in arm-distance, but that weird staff-thing was given a wary eye.

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Goku jabbed Nyoi-Bo at him, though it went in front of him rather than on him. "Not workin' this time, ya furball." He growled. Daxter could retort, oh could he retort... But after a year or two of Gojyo and Sanzo, and occasionally the excessively creepy Hakkai in insult-mode, Goku could handle it so easily... So in his head, he encouraged it. Go on, fluff-midget. I dare you. Ooooh, I dare you to do it.

Perhaps an insult argument would... make him a little happier... More at home.

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Daxter frowned even more, tilting his head. He flicked the staff with two claw-tipped paws, raising an 'eyebrow.' Normally people would ignore his insults, with the exception of Jak- who hadn't been able to talk for as long as he'd known the guy. So, this would be interesting. "Not working this time? Kid, there never was a time before." Not the best of replies, so it begged a continuation. And it got one, front and center.

The ottsel waltzed around the staff, hanging onto it with one paw. He was used to dealing with feet, hands or guns- pieces of wood didn't count in his weapon dictionary. "And look who's talking, ring-head. Maybe that's a little tight or somethin'?"