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[weaktobullets]

Who: weaktobullets and outbursting
When: Evening the 27th
Where: Shinjiro's room.
Summary: Shinji and Yosuke have some brotimes. There's conversation, catching up, and also some survival horror games.
Warnings: have you seen that Amnesia: the Dark Descent LP? It's kinda like that.

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[outbursting]

Scratching the side of his face, he finished hooking the cords up with little difficulty, before sighing once more at the low quality of the television. "Seriously, this is almost ancient technology." This he partially muttered under his breath but loud enough for Shinji to hear. If he bitched enough about it, he wondered if the other would get a new television set.

"You actually know 'em?" Yosuke blinked a few times at Shinji. Well, he supposed that everyone knew of them, so he shouldn't be that surprised. Still, he at least had enough sense to resist saying how much he absolutely adored them -- not that he hadn't already let it be known that he did by searching for a fighting game that reminded him of said show. I suppose I could blame them for giving me the idea of wanting to be a hero. Is that blame or a thank you? He laughed softly to himself but added aloud, "I dunno how much fun that will be. Fighting games aren't much fun to watch unless you're beating the other person into submission."

Digging around the bag, he wondered why they were ignoring the elephant in the room. Being asking if he was all right yet about Aki. How he was holding up. He scratched the top of his head as he tried to look more confused about what he was searching for than trying to think up how to bring up said topic. Souji would know how to do so easily. A lot of his other friends, too, he supposed. Another sigh as he finally pulled out one of the horror videogames that he had picked up. No series that he knew, but it looked scary enough from the cover.

"Here, I'll play this. You can be my navigator."

[weaktobullets]

"Well shit, lemme go pick up a new TV, just for you," He rolled his eyes, swearing under his breath. Because he needed something new and shiny that he'd never use with all the money he didn't have. He still hadn't gotten a job, after all: really, sometimes he was amazed they managed to sustain themselves, the house, and the dog on Minako's income. Well, and whatever rent the other residents paid. Who knew.

At the question about Phoenix Ranger, though, he gave Yosuke a blank look. "...It comes on every Sunday, don't it? Kids're nuts about that shit," And an eyeroll for good measure. he really wasn't that big on most pop culture, though, so his brushing off Featherman was probably only to be expected. He shrugged at the mention about fighting games. "Dunno how much fun it'd be against me, anyway."

Maybe when he was a kid he had dropped a few quarters in an arcade machine if the (rare) opportunity had presented itself, but that was different. Other than 'slam on the buttons until something happens', he had no idea how fighting games operated, and watching Yosuke get smug about beating him over and over would just piss him off. It was much, much easier to just avoid that scenario all together.

At the new suggestion, he nodded. Really, he was simply interacting on face level. It had been a while since he'd actually spent time with Yosuke, and whether it was just from him being a social failure, or a combination of Mitsuru's death and the rest of SEES's departure, leaving only himself and Minako, it was difficult to muster up the effort to care more. He liked Yosuke-- he did. The other man was a dumbass, yeah, but a decent enough friend, and good for alternately yelling at and having an actual conversation with.

But if he were to disappear next... Shinjiro rolled a shoulder and ignored the thought. As far as he knew, Yosuke probably would disappear. It seemed as though only people with nowhere left were able to stay, after all, and from what he understood, Yosuke still had some kind of home away from here.

"Navigator? Sure, sounds easy enough. So what, keep track of where you're going?" At least it made it more interesting. "You played it before?"

[outbursting]

"Oh Shinji, would you?" He made a dismissive gesture after the affectionate manner he spoke. Worth a shot, he supposed. Not that there was much a shot in convincing someone to buy something that they apparently badly used. Yosuke had been saving his money since he started living with Raul. He still wasn't sure what it was that he was going to use it on, but he was just happy that he didn't have to worry about the usual moochers taking it away from him. Yet even as he tried to make light of it, he couldn't help but miss it a little when it was taken from him to pay for something related to his friends. Ah, no, getting all sappy.

"It's not just for kids, you know." A responding blank expression greeted Shinji. In a manner that was quietly telling him to knock that shit off. Somehow, he felt that if he did not do so that he would be hearing about how he killed a kids' show til the end of time. "What do you mean? You're a pretty good fighter in the real world. I don't think that it's not that much different." Minus the fact that it was not so much pushing buttons as it was doing it all himself. Either way, his point still stood. Target your enemy and spam with attacks until it keels over.

"Keep track of where I'm going and tell me where I should go." He added. Usually, he had pretty good navigational sense on where it is that he should go, but that was mostly because the games were pretty linear. It was the backtracking that was always a pain. Returning his gaze at the box cover, he shook his head. "Nope. I haven't really gotten around to it so we can experience it together." With his free hand, he waved it about in a manner to show just how excited he was about it.

"Loading up." Picking up the controller after the disc was inserted, he nodded slightly to himself. "I'll let it get past the introductory nonsense like who it is from and whatnot." Yosuke explained as he turned on the television next, waiting a few seconds before flipping to the proper input so that they could play it together. A few seconds later on the black screen there was a loud, agonized scream. Which prompted Yosuke to chuck the controller down to jump backward. "Ah!"

Yeah, he had not been expecting that - and looked back to see if Shinji reacted in the same way.

[weaktobullets]

"Yeah, sure." Shinjiro spoke drying as he agreed to buying a TV, sarcasm thick and abundant. "Hell, lets go first thing in the morning. You can pick it out and everything." Fuck, if he had that sort of money, there were so many other things he would buy- a better rice cooker, maybe, or something for Roland. Hell, maybe even something for Minako, just to repay her for everything she'd done.

At the comment of his Shadow/Mosnter-fighting somehow applying to fighting game,s he snorted. "I doubt you want the controller through your console." He was good at hitting things with other, typically blunt things. Swinging an axe or hammer into something really didn't take much of a clue to figure out. Stupid button combination and sequencing did. "What the hell about fighting monsters and playing a damn game ain't so different?"

No, really, he wanted an answer for that.

He shook his head, settling back to watch as Yosuke explained and turned on the game, considering flipping down the blinds-- it looked dark, and it was hard as fuck to see because of it. "Don't say 'experience it together', it sounds gay," He noted casually, before suddenly stiffening at the shrill scream. It didn't so much frighten him as it did alert him, brows creasing as he glanced at the screen.

....And then to Yosuke, farther back and controller-less. He let out a sudden, rough laugh at the reaction, shaking his head. "Aw, shit. Really, Yosuke?" He reached over to shove the other man lightly, before pushing the controller back at him. It had been sudden, yeah, but nothing compared to the things he and Yosuke both had been through, right? He laughed again, "You piss on my bed, and I'll beat you, I swear it."

[outbursting]

"Okay, hobo." Yosuke joined in the manner that Shinji was speaking. "We'll make it our next outing. I can even tell you what television is the best to get." One that is big enough to stick your head in. He stared at the set that he had just hooked up, then, and wondered. Souji had told him that there was no TV world on the other side -- and he didn't look to check after hearing such. No reason to do so, but the Core had been acting up. Could there actually be one now?

The rest of the conversation was put on hold after he threw the controller down. As for the answering laugh from Shinji, it was not really the most comforting as sounds. He did take the controller back with more than a little bit of a huff. "I'm calling it right now. No gay. Nothing said is gay from this point on, except if it comes from you." It was bit of a late jab at him, but he couldn't help but want to regain some of his pride that he lost some of his pride.

"And to answer your previous question, you're fighting to gain experience for the next fight. Picking up whatever might drop that could be helpful. Though, you seem to go the Kronk route and give the pieces to people, but same idea." Yes, he was deliberately ignoring the fact that he had a bit of a freak-out. Clicking through the usual menu screens, he would accept the fact that he was startled and leave it at that. Yeah, fuck you, game. I'll give you that, but I'm not done yet!

[weaktobullets]

For a moment he wondered if Yosuke's obsession with TVs was because he allegedly fought in one- maybe he needed the best quality for some reason relating to that. But at the same time, they were just playing a fucking game, and it really didn't matter if the picture quality was a little grainy for that, right? "Sure thing. I'd hate to pick up something substandard when it's this important." And an eyerolle for good measure.

It was a damn TV after all. Definitely not the most important thing in the world.

Shinjiro waved a hand at Yosuke calling 'no homo'. "Yeah, whatever. I ain't the one saying awkward shit like that anyway." Which was true, he liked to think. Yosuke was always the one getting defensive about that sort of thing, anyway.

His brows furrowed- he pretty much understood that up until the 'kronk route' comment, though opted not to ask. "And try not to flip out playing it." His lips curved in a short smirk. he had a feeling Yosuke's reactions would be more entertaining than the game. "And if you need it, I bet Minako or someone'd let you borrow a teddy bear so you don't get too scared. You're still gonna have to go home to sleep, though."

SORRY FOR THE DELAY

[outbursting]

"Uh huh." Yosuke did not sound particularly impressed or believing that it was not Shinji who started saying the 'gay' stuff. It was one of those chicken-or-the-egg. Whoever stated it, he was sure to finish it, anyway. Besides, this was a good distraction for him, for them.

"Flip out while playing it." He repeated it in a mocking manner, but he was annoyed that the other was not remotely freaked out about it. Yes, he could handle the Darkness and the Shadows with relative ease, but when it came to pixelated monsters -- Yosuke was not the braves of gamers.

Clicking through intro video and start screen, he tilted his head if he wanted to do Easy, Normal, or Hard. To save his pride, he decided to choose Hard as what they should do. I swear that you are going to freak out first, you--! His grip on the controller tightened that much more as he wouldn't allow himself to lose to either game or Shinji.

"Oh, is that so? You sure that you don't want me to stay here and make sure that you can get to sleep."

fladks THAT'S OKAY MY DELAY WAS LONGER ;A; and dklfjs short tag, sorry.

[weaktobullets]

He raised a brow as Yosuke decided to play on hard mode. "...Sure you're up for that?" He glanced to the other man, as though to make sure Yosuke knew what a bad idea Shinji found this. "If you can't get past the opening without flailing 'bout, you might wanna pick a setting more geared for pussies." A cheap shot, too, but he was sure he'd be taking tons of them.

The game started, he shifted to get comfortable, crossing his arms behind his head as he laid back. "Fuck that. I'd have to kick Roland off the bed to make room for your fat ass." And Roland pissed him off less. Then again, the same could be said for nearly anyone. "If you're lucky you can take the couch downstairs. maybe the tub."

But definitely not in his room. That would be too weird.