[...you won't have to run for too long, because quite suddenly the area around you changes. It appears now to be an office of some sort. Another thing you might notice is a man sitting at a desk. There is a lit cigarette burning itself out in a nearby ashtray and the smell of alcohol lingers in the air. The man's head is on the desk and he doesn't even look up as he feels someone else's presence. You could have possibly guessed that this was an older version of the teen from a moment ago. He grunts a little after a moment before speaking up in a drunken slur.]
"...the fuck do you want, Yamamoto? Didn't I fucking tell you I don't want to listen to your bullshit attempt at comfort?"
[ The pain was quick to vanish leaving a stunned confused Teenage wreaking ball blinking at the mess before him. The dude was clearly the dude that was being pounded a few moments ago. At least he had pants on...but something didn't see right something but this guy...reminded him of himself. And that worried Kev, a lot.
Stepping forward he pulled out the chair on the other side and kicked his feet up on the desk looking at the mess before him.] "I aint Yamaha or Toyota or whatever you just asked about. Its bad form to call the wrong name, bro." [reaching yo he took up one of those unlit cigarettes lighting it as he looked back to Gokudera.]
[As he heard the foot steps come closer he lifted his gaze, about to let off an annoyed retort. At least until he caught sight of you. . .and realized you were certain not the idiot he was expecting to see. Worse than that, you were someone he didn't recognize at all. In the Vongola's base. In the middle of the night. Kicking your dirty ass shoes up on to his precious 'former' Boss' desk.
Drunk or not, he knows enough to realize something isn't right here at all. He seems rather on edge now, eyes seeming almost a cold silver hue as he now has a gun trained on you.]
". . . who the hell are you and just how did you get here?"
[There's still a slight slur to his words, but regardless the all-too-serious threat was obvious in his tone. If your answer was not satisfactory, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot.]
[ A hand reached out as he touched the desk his skin tinting to the wooden aspect, he's never been shot as wood before but hell its better then being shot as flesh! as he took in the material he watched Gokudera a moment.]
"Thats a good question bro, I don't have an answer for you either. I just am one second your being banged by a brunette next your sitting here drunk as a fish in whiskey." he spoke as he held a hand out "got a light?" [ no Kevin didn't smoke but he was one of those bad boy types who will do anything to look cool.] "Name's Kevin."
[If it had been a little brighter in the room, he might have notice the whole skin changing. But as it was, the room wasn't very well lit at all. He's going to fire that weapon, barely missing you - the miss was intentional.]
" . . Not for you and what the hell are you talking about?"
[. . He hasn't been 'banged' anyone since. . .ohhh. . .Moto. Earlier that night. Certainly not a brunette, anyways. And that was none of your business, anyways.]
"Well I don't really know what the hells going on but a few minuets ago you were being very much fucked by a brown haired guy with spikes." [he spoke as he watched where the bullet had went with a wtf look.]
"If I knew how to leave I sure as fuck wouldn't be here"
[. . .His expression wasn't amused. At all. In fact, you seem to have struck a nerve there somewhere along the way and he looks positively pissed. There isn't any hesitation before he starts emptying the gun in your direction.]
how the fuck did he get here?!]
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[...cat + your face = just happened.]
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"...the fuck do you want, Yamamoto? Didn't I fucking tell you I don't want to listen to your bullshit attempt at comfort?"
[Also. That cat? No where to be found.]
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Stepping forward he pulled out the chair on the other side and kicked his feet up on the desk looking at the mess before him.] "I aint Yamaha or Toyota or whatever you just asked about. Its bad form to call the wrong name, bro." [reaching yo he took up one of those unlit cigarettes lighting it as he looked back to Gokudera.]
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Drunk or not, he knows enough to realize something isn't right here at all. He seems rather on edge now, eyes seeming almost a cold silver hue as he now has a gun trained on you.]
". . . who the hell are you and just how did you get here?"
[There's still a slight slur to his words, but regardless the all-too-serious threat was obvious in his tone. If your answer was not satisfactory, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot.]
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"Thats a good question bro, I don't have an answer for you either. I just am one second your being banged by a brunette next your sitting here drunk as a fish in whiskey." he spoke as he held a hand out "got a light?" [ no Kevin didn't smoke but he was one of those bad boy types who will do anything to look cool.] "Name's Kevin."
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[If it had been a little brighter in the room, he might have notice the whole skin changing. But as it was, the room wasn't very well lit at all. He's going to fire that weapon, barely missing you - the miss was intentional.]
" . . Not for you and what the hell are you talking about?"
[. . He hasn't been 'banged' anyone since. . .ohhh. . .Moto. Earlier that night. Certainly not a brunette, anyways. And that was none of your business, anyways.]
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"If I knew how to leave I sure as fuck wouldn't be here"
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". . . ."
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