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[cookiecastle]

Who: Yoshimori cookiecastle and Genkaku prayforprey
What: With his coming of age approaching and his attempt to get home failed, Yoshimori asked to confide in the Super Monk regarding the answers he's coming up with
When: After Yoshimori's return from the Sigrun and his chitchat with Barry
Where: 3-2, Badou's room
Warnings: stupidity, profanity, hey it's these two, what

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[prayforprey]

[ the monk hasn't taken to making house calls in 3-2 since his house arrest, but at a specific request, he can't help but oblige ]

[ he's the one to open the door, having expected the boy and ushered all roommates off, and Badou hasn't turned up in the place since Genkaku's been there (honestly, he's probably at the shack) ]

Yo, ki-- ah!

[ he takes some of the bags from him to help, holding open the door with a boot ]

[cookiecastle]

[The crow lands on Genkaku's shoulder and tries to peck french fries out of one of the bags.]

Hey. Uh, thanks. [Well, that help was unexpected. But nice?]

[Yoshimori glances around as he comes in as if checking the area for predators-- an old habit that dies hard-- and he puts his stuff down on the nearest horizontal surface. He doesn't see Badou, it feels weird being in the redhead's personal space without him even there.]

[It's then that he takes a burrito out of a bag and looks up at the crow with irritation]

Dammit shiki, get offa him. I swear you guys have no sense of personal space!

[prayforprey]

[ his teeth actually grit when the bird's wings hover the corner of his eye, because all he can see is charcoal feathers of a different kind, no matter how much he corrects himself ]

[ the coffee table in the common room is broke down and busted aptly, mostly covered with newspapers that haven't been clipped yet and ashtrays that haven't been filled yet -- both of which are subject to change ]

[ Genkaku himself smacks the animal away, not the least bit gently ]

Hahah, ya got enough food.

[cookiecastle]

Was hungry. Didn't eat nothing while I was over there. I got extra in case you or Badou wanted somethin'.

[Now he hisses, collecting the crow from the air with his mind and pushing it to the door.] Shiki, go be lookout. Get out.

[He shoos the bird out the door, irritated. If those really are acting on his subconscious thoughts, as he sometimes suspects, his subconscious is rather dumb.]

Sorry. They're annoying.

[prayforprey]

Nnh.

[ he waves it off and unceremoniously dives into the bags, rustling things this way and that and reading labels ]

Fox ain't here, prob'ly won't be. --Ooh, hot sauce.

[ the monk doesn't seem uncomfortable in the least with being in the other man's space. the leftovers of his own mark are still present in the small apartment: the dried gunk on the ceiling from forgetting to close the blender, black rubbery skid marks on the walls from the slide of his boots, dents in the walls from moving his amp and the fried plug-in outlet he'd blown playing too loudly ]

[ in some weight of value, it's as much his as the undergrounder's ]

How was it over there, anyhow?

[ it's asked casually with his mouth practically already around a taco, an easygoing segmenting into the reason Yoshimori had actually come ]