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

Comments

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.

[prayforprey]

[ there's a pause where he registers the voice but not its owner, staring down at the pack. ]

[ oh. they weren't his. his had the royal insignia on them, a gold crown that was both gay as all hell and completely significant to the quality. ]

[ with a groan, he tossed them back down on the counter. ]

Charity house'd have somethin' better than that shit, anyway. Who the fuck you think you are, Chachi?

[ -- and that's when he gets a glance of that hair. ]

... Okay, a Greaser Chachi.

[niceskirt]

[he's not bothered by the greaser crack, mostly because he's gotten used to that particular nickname. most people these days didn't grease their hair anymore, okay. but he's still from the 90s and he's damn well keepin' to it.]

Oh, you ain't Badou.

[A pause]

You his bro?

[He's pretty chill, actually, all things considered. he did give up the cigarettes, which he promptly reaches for and lights one up.]

[prayforprey]

What the fuck, no.

[ it's not a right outcry, just a grumble. ]

[ -- the question catches him a little off-guard for a moment, as if it had been more personal than what he'd expected. ]

Yeah. Stayin' 'til mid-November or somethin'. Probation.

[ he looks like an okay guy, but they always do don't they. ]