Who: Renji [rukongai_dog] and Katou [limboed] What: MORE job opportunities for the Soul Reaper. Where: Katou's anniversary gift bar. When: Day 115, half an hour after this.
Waiting always managed to make Katou feel bored, no matter how long. Not that he minded if people showed up on time or not; he was one of the worst individuals when it came to arriving somewhere at the agreed time himself. However, that still didn’t help kill the boredom
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Renji was looking at his own face. Strangely enough, the only thing that could really register about the situation was that he didn't smoke, and that therefore the version of him in the bar shouldn't be smoking, either.
"Uhhhhhh," was all he managed - that and a rather stupid-looking face.
Oh God, this was beyond amusing. Throwing his head back laughing, Katou almost toppled right over the bar-disk but managed to support himself just in time. “You should see your face!” he said and - noticing the humour in the statement - burst out into a fresh spout of laughter. Why he didn’t do this more often was a miracle to him.
Calming down slightly after a moment or two, the junkie straightened up once more and, deciding the joke had gone far enough, grabbed a hold of his face (well, Renji’s face) and tore it right off, his real appearance showing up underneath the organic mask. The ripped off skin dissolved into his hand and arms, as though it had never been there. He gave a short chuckle, raising a hand in apology. “Sorry, man, couldn’t resist,” he said, jumping off the bar and walking towards him.
“Haven’t tried it in a while, wanted to see if it still worked.” It had, that was for sure. Only it had been much harder than ever before. The few beads of sweat on his forehead gave that away quite clearly.
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Renji was looking at his own face. Strangely enough, the only thing that could really register about the situation was that he didn't smoke, and that therefore the version of him in the bar shouldn't be smoking, either.
"Uhhhhhh," was all he managed - that and a rather stupid-looking face.
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Calming down slightly after a moment or two, the junkie straightened up once more and, deciding the joke had gone far enough, grabbed a hold of his face (well, Renji’s face) and tore it right off, his real appearance showing up underneath the organic mask. The ripped off skin dissolved into his hand and arms, as though it had never been there. He gave a short chuckle, raising a hand in apology. “Sorry, man, couldn’t resist,” he said, jumping off the bar and walking towards him.
“Haven’t tried it in a while, wanted to see if it still worked.” It had, that was for sure. Only it had been much harder than ever before. The few beads of sweat on his forehead gave that away quite clearly.
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"Dude," he said, after a stunned moment. "That's fuckin' creepy. And Kira said you were human!"
He smirked, though; his comments were good-natured, if a little weirded out.
"So! Tell me about this place. 'Portant stuff first. Is my chair comfy?"
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