Youji was not going to run over upon hearing that voice after a week of silence. He wasn't unlike Ran in that regard; there were certain situations in which he was willing to sacrifice his dignity, but men never factored into them.
It wasn't that Ken wasn't worth the occasional sacrifice of dignity. Ken was a good person, decent company, very handy when one's life was in danger, and absolutely essential when he needed a laugh. So Ken was worth some sacrifices.
Didn't mean Youji had to make them.
Sneaking up on a Psychic Pokemon was bound to have its perils, but Youji had gotten a noose around Schuldig's neck before. This provided a good dose of confidence. Ran was expressly forbidden from killing him, so there was that comfort, too.
Ran was concerned for his master, and this was the final impetus, so Youji sidled up behind the Pokemon, gave it a rough, quick shove, and betrayed himself by laughing at the sight the little group on the couch made.
"Try to wake up a little more quietly next time, hm?"
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Of course, Ken was the one out for a week, and Youji was the one acting like a princess about it. Oh well. It wasn't like Ken wanted massive amounts of concern.
Ran's glare at Youji for that stunt--so much like his namesake, really--made Ken snort in amusement. He couldn't help it--the Gardevoir looked so damn affronted by it.
"Maybe I should've just stayed a bloody vegetable, would that have been quiet enough for you?" Not that he had a choice in the matter, and not that he would've chosen that if he had. But still.
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"Before I'd have said yes, but now I know vegetables snore just as badly. So don't do that again, all right? They," he indicated the Pokemon, "may just smother you if you try."
Considering that his obligatory show of almost caring, Youji leaned back against the wall and slides out a cigarette. And deliberately winked at Ran. Oh, come on, you know you wanted to. I just provided the excuse.
"Can I stop curbing myself and just be as much of an asshole as you expect, and, I suspect, prefer? Or are you still too fragile?"
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"I don't snore." That usually involves sleeping deeply. "You just like to bitch about any little bloody thing you can." Say what you will, Yotan--the man knows you well.
Ran's glare didn't settle from that, though. 'Unlike you, some of us are capable of controlling childish impulses,' the psychic-type broadcasted--to Youji only, as he floated back to an upright position, brushing off some imaginary bit of dirt. He still floated close to Ken's side, though.
Glancing between the two at the obviously-missed exchange, Ken shrugged. "I'm surprised you lasted this long, really."
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"You, meanwhile, prefer to only bitch about what I'm bitching about." Punctuates the statement by lighting the cigarette with a smirk. "What a narrow life you must lead."
Yes, and Ken really should know him well enough to know better.
The voice in his head caused him to start, drop his lit cigarette and actually have to go through the humiliation of retrieving it before he realized it was Ran. At this point the temptation to burn the entire inn down is high, but Youji reasons to himself that the effort of evacuating all the women first isn't worth it the satisfaction. He just smiles.
Controlling childish urges isn't his first concern, why the hell is it yours? Are you going to make a habit of creeping me out like this?
"You know me," he drawled. "The thought of you going a day without having to exercise your eye-rolling muscles so grieves me that I can't really help it. Now we've got an entire week to catch up on."
"I think it's perfectly justified." Ken gives a cross look at the cigarette--the smell's about enough to make him nauseous, off as he feels.
Know better, yes. Optimistically hope that someday, maybe, a miracle will happen and he'll decide to not be an ass for maybe a few minutes, well...Ken's always been an optimist.
'I never implied that it was. And yes, if you continue to be so abrasive.'
Ken's already well used to Ran's comments. Guess he just neglected to tell everyone else that the Psychic-type would speak up whenever he damn well pleased.
"Oh yes, you just continue to piss me off out of the goodness of your heart. Fantastic. Maybe you could try hanging some shoes just out of reach of barefoot orphans next, so they can practice jumping higher."
"Ken, I'm shocked." So shocked that he actually feels it necessary to look over his sunglasses at you, eyebrow raised. Takes a moment to give the same treatment to Ran, as well, thinking that if abrasiveness was the only criteria, why did he only now qualify?
"How you could ever, ever think I'd do such a thing. To even joke about it."
"Who knows, maybe you'd steal them from other poor bastards. With one foot, so you'd have to take two homeless, crippled kids' shoes. Heartless fuck."
(Of course, he knew Youji would never do anything of the sort, even in jest--that's why he could say things like that. Joking. Even with the sharp words, there was no heat to them.)
Ran, for his part, had no eyebrows to raise--he just fixed blood-red eyes on Youji, crossing thin, inhuman arms over his chest.
"Quit ruining my ideas. No fun if you already know what I'm doing in advance."
He very deliberately broke eye contact with Ran. Calculated dismissal.
"Anyway, trying to shame me won't do you any good. I already know you'll just give the poor children new soccer cleats and train them up for the special Olympics. I'm giving you someone to help, really, you shouldn't be discourahing it."
"Well, I will now," Youji pointed out, indelicately monopolizing the foot of Ken's bed. "Haven't you seen enough movies to know you're not supposed to reveal your master plan?"
Ken glared as Ratty and Omi squeaked in protest at having to shift lest they be sat on. "Then you'd be looking over your shoulder for it. The waiting and torment would be about as good as seeing you get smacked in the head." All the time. Enjoy that, Youji.
It wasn't that Ken wasn't worth the occasional sacrifice of dignity. Ken was a good person, decent company, very handy when one's life was in danger, and absolutely essential when he needed a laugh. So Ken was worth some sacrifices.
Didn't mean Youji had to make them.
Sneaking up on a Psychic Pokemon was bound to have its perils, but Youji had gotten a noose around Schuldig's neck before. This provided a good dose of confidence. Ran was expressly forbidden from killing him, so there was that comfort, too.
Ran was concerned for his master, and this was the final impetus, so Youji sidled up behind the Pokemon, gave it a rough, quick shove, and betrayed himself by laughing at the sight the little group on the couch made.
"Try to wake up a little more quietly next time, hm?"
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Ran's glare at Youji for that stunt--so much like his namesake, really--made Ken snort in amusement. He couldn't help it--the Gardevoir looked so damn affronted by it.
"Maybe I should've just stayed a bloody vegetable, would that have been quiet enough for you?" Not that he had a choice in the matter, and not that he would've chosen that if he had. But still.
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Considering that his obligatory show of almost caring, Youji leaned back against the wall and slides out a cigarette. And deliberately winked at Ran. Oh, come on, you know you wanted to. I just provided the excuse.
"Can I stop curbing myself and just be as much of an asshole as you expect, and, I suspect, prefer? Or are you still too fragile?"
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Ran's glare didn't settle from that, though. 'Unlike you, some of us are capable of controlling childish impulses,' the psychic-type broadcasted--to Youji only, as he floated back to an upright position, brushing off some imaginary bit of dirt. He still floated close to Ken's side, though.
Glancing between the two at the obviously-missed exchange, Ken shrugged. "I'm surprised you lasted this long, really."
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Yes, and Ken really should know him well enough to know better.
The voice in his head caused him to start, drop his lit cigarette and actually have to go through the humiliation of retrieving it before he realized it was Ran. At this point the temptation to burn the entire inn down is high, but Youji reasons to himself that the effort of evacuating all the women first isn't worth it the satisfaction. He just smiles.
Controlling childish urges isn't his first concern, why the hell is it yours? Are you going to make a habit of creeping me out like this?
"You know me," he drawled. "The thought of you going a day without having to exercise your eye-rolling muscles so grieves me that I can't really help it. Now we've got an entire week to catch up on."
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Know better, yes. Optimistically hope that someday, maybe, a miracle will happen and he'll decide to not be an ass for maybe a few minutes, well...Ken's always been an optimist.
'I never implied that it was. And yes, if you continue to be so abrasive.'
Ken's already well used to Ran's comments. Guess he just neglected to tell everyone else that the Psychic-type would speak up whenever he damn well pleased.
"Oh yes, you just continue to piss me off out of the goodness of your heart. Fantastic. Maybe you could try hanging some shoes just out of reach of barefoot orphans next, so they can practice jumping higher."
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"How you could ever, ever think I'd do such a thing. To even joke about it."
Long drag of the cigarette.
"I'd have to buy the shoes."
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(Of course, he knew Youji would never do anything of the sort, even in jest--that's why he could say things like that. Joking. Even with the sharp words, there was no heat to them.)
Ran, for his part, had no eyebrows to raise--he just fixed blood-red eyes on Youji, crossing thin, inhuman arms over his chest.
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He very deliberately broke eye contact with Ran. Calculated dismissal.
"Anyway, trying to shame me won't do you any good. I already know you'll just give the poor children new soccer cleats and train them up for the special Olympics. I'm giving you someone to help, really, you shouldn't be discourahing it."
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Ran was fine with that. He drifted over toward the window and settled in a patch of sunlight, positioned to meditate.
"I'll train them up to kick soccer balls at your head, is what I'll do. You'd never see it coming."
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"You forget who you're dealing with," Youji said loftily, amused by Ken's glaring. "I don't do waiting."
Torment was negotiable, but hell, this was all hypothetical anyway.
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