☮ 02; voice

[heavendivided]

[Tap Tap Tap. This is someone's finger impatiently tapping against some hard surface. Probably a desk. A minute or so passes, then there's a strained hrrrngh, manly grumble, trademark Big Boss. For someone who keeps others waiting on a regular basis, he has remarkably little patience himself.]Hey, Kaz. Triela. There's something we need to talk

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voice

[spawnedbywar]

You're just gonna let them whip you like that? [someone sounds...unimpressed. guess he's still mad.]

voice

[heavendivided]

There was hardly any whipping involved, Kaz. If anything, this strenghtens my resolve that I never want to be tied down by a state and its bureaucracy again.

voice

[spawnedbywar]

[he still thinks you could have haggled with them, but that's beside the point.] Is there really anywhere else for us to go? The land outside the city isn't really an option at this moment.

voice

[heavendivided]

I know. I thought you were looking into places for the time being. Anything works as long as the rain doesn't come through the roof and we're by ourselves.

voice

[spawnedbywar]

That's the problem. [and here you'll hear some paper rustling on his end as he shifts through a stack of forms and contracts obtained from today's adventures.] Well -- not a problem per se if you aren't picky. Taking out what we've spent so far on ammo, food and clothes, what we have left won't afford us much more than section eight housing. All of the units I've looked at today are affordable, but not very...ah-- [he pauses, curtly.] Well. I think you can guess.

Good news is the cheapest one we can get will only cost us $125 a month. Now that we're getting involved with this bounty hunting thing, I think we can make the cut, no problem. Wanna go for it?

voice

[heavendivided]

[you mean, 'spent on booze and parties'. sigh.]

Can't go any cheaper? Our, uh, funds have decreased slightly since this morning.

voice; private

[spawnedbywar]

[hush, those were necessities.]

...They have, have they.

[there a moment of silence as he processes that fully, fumbling with the CLD to set the filters to a private setting. if he's going to bitch BB out, he'd rather do it in a way that isn't entirely embarrassing on him.]

You do remember me telling you that we were on a budget, right? I know you do.

voice; private

[heavendivided]

I know that. But that was something I had to get, or it would've been snagged by someone else within minutes.

voice; private

[spawnedbywar]

A new brain?

voice; private

[heavendivided]

Very funny. Why don't you come here, then I'll show you. You'll need to sign the papers, too.

voice; private

[spawnedbywar]

Yeah, yeah. Shifting through forms is all I've been doing today. Feels like Christmas came early.

[brb stomping all the way to the BHA office, guitarless and miserable.]

voice; private

[heavendivided]

[he just sighs. thats such a fucking bad pun, too.]

See you then.

voice; private

[spawnedbywar]

[good thing is he's significantly less pissed over this than he was a few days ago, which is saying a lot. mildly sulky as opposed to outright angry. BB has his back turned when he approaches twenty minutes later; feeling a little wry, he creeps up on the older man and jabs his finger into one of BB's shoulder blades, whispering with feigned menace.]

Your money or your life, punk.

this is action, honey

[heavendivided]

[Have an elbow into your chest right before he turns around; at which point you'll have a blunt blade at your throat instead.]

action (derp)

[spawnedbywar]

[being the masochist he is, he was sort of expecting such a reaction. he prepares to jump back, but a flash of dull metal catches him off guard entirely. he raises his hands where BB can see them and just stares. rather stupidly.]

Oh. [he doesn't know whether he should feel surprised--pleasantly surprised--or confused or both.] You. You really did go shopping, huh?

[heavendivided]

Looks like it.

[he doesnt know how to handle blades, but this one came with a sheath, so this is where he's putting it. then he hands it to the man, presenting the grip first.]

The desk is over there.