[THREAD; closed]

[soulparadox]

Who: Nataku and Genkaku.
Where: Empty Liebert Estate.
When: Evening.
Summary: Lost puppy looking for Senator and apologetic to a BR loser.
Rating: PG-13.
Other: Prediction of violence.

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[hypermonk]

Genkaku still reeked of it, blood that is. His kimono was a fucking mess as he walked into the estate right after he was brought back. it was wild, yeah, and fuck, if Genkaku had the choice he would go back again -- but with his beloved Flying V and his beautiful Owl. And that thought itself with the scent of carnage that still lingered on his clothing was enough to make Genkaku’s movement sway as he walked down the hallway, drunk on foul and filth that entered his mind of wanton mass slaughter. He tilted his head up, though, when he heard the faint strings being brushed against and the bastardization of his guitars being played with without permission. Yeah, he knew it was Nataku that fucking little shit

[soulparadox]

"You were not here to ask permission. If a person is not present to ask permission, is the room not free for anyone to enter?" Despite the calm and bland manner in which he spoke, his words were drawn out carefully -- obviously fearful that whatever 'temperament' which Genkaku is in for losing the Battle Royale may end up being unleashed upon him. If he were injured to the point of unconsciousness, he would not be able to ask where the Senator was. His gaze slipped back to the guitars while Genkaku changed. Not so much to give his surrogate brother privacy -- as much one can with being in the same room -- but the suicidal thought of having his ribbon once more brush against the strings of the instrument

[hypermonk]

Quickly the flamboyant and bloodied garb was tossed aside with a sleeveless-shirt in it’s place. It was pretty fucking noticeable how carefully Nataku drew his words out, and as the monk changed briefly, he tossed a gaze over to the bastard who thought playing with his instruments would be a fucking good idea (in truth: Genkaku only gave a shit about his flying V, the other guitars were nothing but a substitute) and he murmur lowly before slamming the closet closed and gave Nataku a tilt of his head, grin wide with his arms crossed against his chest carelessly, "Kinda wonder how many fuckin’ times you’ve been in here without me." The words were slurs with displeasure, " -- Guess you’re just too damn stupid to be taught anything

[soulparadox]

When the closet door slammed shut, the ribbon (either instinctively or simply had concentration broken by the noise) fell dead on the ground before sliding as subtlety as it could back to Nataku's body. "I would not tell you, anyway." What was he to do when there was no one in the house. No Johan. No Genkaku. It was what he would classify as 'lonely.' Even spending a few minutes or so poking around their rooms did nothing but remind him that the original occupants were not present. That it would mean very little to mess anything up if the people who usually resided there would not mention it for days later. And so everything was neatly set back to where it was before