OPEN ⤧ lazy gun messed up my television fun; shoot the shotgun but the war's never won.

[prayforprey]

Who: prayforprey & YOU.
What: GENKAKU'S FINALLY ACCEPTING VISITORS.
When: Anytime? If you want something specific, lemme know.
Where: 3-2.
Warnings: Language, intense lulz and stupid situations, etc.
OTHER: Genkaku is still on probation, so he won't be leaving 3-2. This is totally open to any of the roommates, especially if you want to backlog him meeting

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[virulentfacade]

[the entire past week had been a nuisance that Envy never wanted to do again. although he'd gotten what he wanted. he'd kept something from Hohenheim. that made it worth everything.

now that Ed was back, the chances of Hohenheim hunting Badou down were slimmer. anything that happened after this wasn't Envy's problem because he'd done as he'd promised: he'd kept that idiot smoker safe from the old bastard's harm.

so now he's escorting the little shit back to cabin 3-2 where he's said he lives and as they approach the door, Envy glances back at him with a frown that says you're such a pain in my ass.]

[nicotine_patch]

[have a blatantly nervous grin back, Envy!]

[being on the run has never felt this fucking anxiety-producing, and Badou produces anxiety as well and often as he produces smoke]

[taking a shit was the worst. he expected Envy to just claw out his brains every time he asked for a potty break]

[3-2 isn't really home, but it's got company he much prefers, at least]

WWW-WW-WW DOT HAT DO YOU WWW-WW-WW DOT ANT? YOU A COPCOPCOPCOPCOPCOP?

[aaaah, the door, he didn't miss the door at all!]

[RAMS his foot into it, not even bothering to try and open it normally anymore]

[it lets out a horrible noise, talks about www.nofuckingcops.com, and jutters open miserably]

[crunch! that's the sound of his foot back on familiar ground, where he can shit where he wants]

[prayforprey]

[ he knows those sounds. they aren't the same as they were in the shackshop, No Keypass Needed, but the heavylight boots in crunching glass and general shift of air announcing the presence are clear. ]

[ the smirk that quirks on his mouth suddenly is a little too telling. ]

[ but ah, we got company is always a good reason to not give the usual greeting, where instead he offers the lanky man a freshly lit cigarette and sizes Envy up with half-mast eyes. ]

[ it's the first time he's seen him in person, after all. ]

Somebody looks irritable.

[ which is probably an understatement, knowing as much as he does about both men. ]

[virulentfacade]

[there's a general look of disgust when Envy realizes who else is in the cabin and he resists the urge to leave. the sight of the monk in person makes the little homunculus clench his jaws in a sneer.

Badou failed to mention who his roommate was. that it was the annoying piece of shit who thought he knew everything when he didn't. he thought he was some fucking godsend. like he could understand Envy or anything about him.

his cat-like eyes are narrowed so that the violet in them is harder to see and he keeps behind Badou, as if using him like a human shield]

I didn't know the smoker had a pet.

[howsketchy]

[ The sunglasses were wrapped delicately with the puppy wrapping paper; she knew that he wouldn't be much of a fan of it, but she had bought way too much and had to get rid of it all somehow. ]

[ She stands in front of 3-2, wondering if she got the right room or not. But at the same time she knows that it's the right one, because there is no way something this screwed up isn't. She had no idea what the door was even saying anymore. ]

[ So she quickly knocks in order to get inside and away from it. ]

[prayforprey]

[ the door is, in fact, yammering on about the latest GIRLS GONE WILD commercial: Joe's poor haircut decision and how fun it might be to para-sail someday, and even musters up enough wits to make a pun about how he (the door, you see, is decidedly male) would like to get "unhinged" someday. ]

[ it's electronic guffaws are interrupted by the monk jerking it open and smacking it into the wall. ]

Nn? We didn't order a piz--

[prayforprey]

[ -- oh. ]

Aah, Namine!

[howsketchy]

Good afternoon, Super Monk.

[ She holds the gift up so he can get a better look of the wide-eyed puppies. Of course it is what's inside that's important here. ]

I brought something for you. Can you guess what it is this time?

[onabluemoon]

[There are days that Saïx wonders if he's the only person in this room who actually understands the concept of cleanliness.

There are days he has to remind himself that he can't care about the mess.

Today is looking far too much it's going to be both and even despite the fact that he can't feel properly he can tell that today is going to be extremely irritating. Just his luck, really.]

((I am fine with backlogging things, if you want!))

[prayforprey]

[ Genkaku's never cared for mess himself, but this isn't his place. he's just stuck there for three months, and with that in mind, he's building almost as much resilience to it as Saïx himself might have. ]

[ but when he catches the man from the corner of his eye, he remembers -- ]

[ Badou talked about him in texts, a long time ago. an Organization XIII member, putting him in the same ranks as Namine and Zexion. Hibana had sent him pictures of the blue mullet, but he'd never seen it in person. ]

[ and when he does, all he can do is ... burst out laughing. ]

(( cool! 8) ))

[onabluemoon]

[Unsurprisingly, the laughter does nothing to improve Saïx's mood. Admittedly, he's very rarely in a good mood, but still, the laughter isn't helping.

So that would be an unamused look coming Genkaku's way.]

Is something funny?

[prayforprey]

[ when it dies down to a rattle of cigarette-smoke snorts, he finally huffs out; ]

Yeah. Your hair.

[ but it's the look that makes him see -- ]

Nice scar, though. How'd ya get that?

WE CAN BACKTAG THIS LMAO i just felt like doing this 8|||

[niceskirt]

[a door opens from down the hall-- the door with the most dents in it, probably (thanks to all the various scraps he and Hiei have gotten into over his time in there -- the poor thing just didn't even fix itself anymore). Yusuke slouches out, bandaged and bruised from some random brawl he managed to get himself in but he doesn't much care, headed right into the kitchen.

he doesn't care who else might be in the room, it seems, because people come and go and there might have been a hobo in here the other day but it ain't like he keeps track. he kicks the side of the refrigerator door and it swings open with ease (a little trick-- it's hard to open if you just try and pull the handle anymore). yep, out comes a pudding cup, and he kicks it closed.

leaning against the counter he stabs the plastic cover with a spoon and then reaches into his back pocket, throwing his pack of cigarettes onto the counter to have after his pudding.]

1/2 OH MY GOD I DIDN'T GET THE HOBO LINE UNTIL I WAS AT WORK i busted out laughing just randomly

[prayforprey]

[ for all the intuition Genkaku naturally possesses, there are times when he remains in a state of complete obliviousness so intense it could rival a paid and pretty blond heiress on a piglet farm. so of course as he, too, exits Badou's room and Yusuke is already in the kitchen, he completely misses the fact that there's another being in the environment. ]

Now whaaaat'd I do with ...

[ talking to himself is, of course, no rare feat. ]

[ actually finishing those sentences is, sometimes, a rarity. ]

[prayforprey]

[ whatever he's looking for seems to be found in(side?) the pack Yusuke lays on the counter, swallowed suddenly by the monk's hand with a small; ]

Ah-ha! Baaabies.

HAHHA niceeee Jade 8U

[niceskirt]

[he doesn't notice when Genkaku comes into the room, mostly because his brain registered RED HAIR as Badou and didn't give it any more thought than that. Even though it didn't sound like Badou or look like Badou and was taller than Badou. Whatever, maybe the weirdo was on steroids.

but he DID register when his smokes were swiped, because you just don't do that shit in 3-2 unless you wanna get your ass kicked.

So he whipped his face around the instant his hand didn't make contact with a pack of cigarettes when he groped the counter for them]

Oi, asshole! Get your own goddamn cigarettes, this ain't a charity house.

aaand this one 8|

[overcomplex]

[he doesn't know if he should knock, or go in.

he's standing outside the door to 3-2 (a room he never thought he'd dare venture for it's horrible reputation) and just...staring at the door as it goes on about hookers and cokewhores and whatever else it was saying. not like he really knew what hookers and cokewhores were.

it might be talking to him, but it doesn't seem to care if it gets an answer, because it keeps babbling and talking. he clasps his hands together behind his back and takes a breath, what should he do? it wasn't like he'd seen Genkaku face to face for................ geez, a long time.

...maybe he should turn around and go home. it wasn't like his room was that far.]

oooone of my favorites x)

[prayforprey]

[ he'd texted the boy at least an hour ago, telling him it was all right to come over. visitors finally accepted, no returns necessary, layaway not available. so as the time ticks he wonders -- ]

[ how fucking long does it take for a little catboy to make it down the hall? the monk gives a frustrated grunt from his perch on the ratty couch, pulling out his guide and texting in a quick, large-handed scrawl; ]

yo where you at ? pull up your big boy britches and hurryupmfdsalfksae

[ it winds up reading more excited than he intends it to, but he presses SEND anyway -- just in time for Ritsuka to receive it as he has a staring contest with the door's broken face. ]

8))

[overcomplex]

[the door is just finishing up another "conversation" with Ritsuka -- A-A-A-AND THAT'S HOW YOU P-P-LLLLOW A H-H-HOOKER -- leaving Ritsuka very confused and nervous and slightly ashamed at being told that kind of thing. His guide gives a little ting and he glances at the message--

Ah. It's from him. He shifts uncomfortably outside the door for a few seconds and then bangs his knuckles against it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.]

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou's head pops out from the bathroom at the knock, mostly because nobody actually knocks to get in 3-2; they just kick the fucking door aside before it starts telling them how to correctly swab for genital herpes]

[the drenched bun of his hair leaks long, soggy trails of water onto the floor as he cocks his head at the source of the foreign noise, and he just barely remembers to button his jeans as he comes out from the bathroom]

[his eye flickers to Genkaku, who looks like he's about to have a hernia]

[it must be Ritsuka, Genkaku had really wanted to see him, hadn't he?]

[he probably wanted to run to the door like a little girl giving out candy for Halloween]