[He'd look back at him, expression softer than usual, and he'd smile, glancing down.]
Thank you..
[He did believe him. Baji would do it. But it would hurt; he'd be sad for leaving Mikey, and now that Kazutora's walls were falling, now that he'd attacked Baji and knew how awful that felt, he.. didn't want to hurt him anymore.
But it was indeed an unsatisfying answer. Kazutora wasn't special enough, and he never would be. You couldn't be when compared to someone like Mikey; it just wasn't feasible. And who needed a family anyway..
So he'd punch Baji lightly on the shoulder, and he'd look back up.]
I know Mikey wants me to come back.. he's always himself, heh. ... But I can't, Baji, I'm sorry. Go back to him. To your actual people. You didn't fail, and he'll get it; everyone will be relieved.
...'kay, then that's how it is. Look, I'll stay here then, with you. Until you're ready to meet up with Mikey. Then you two can decide how this is going to go down.
But I can't just leave you in this shithole alone. So I guess it's 'welcome home', huh?
Baji, don't be an idiot. [Frowning and turning away from him to stuff hands in his pockets, to kick dust from the floor, his necklace jingling, echoing in the hollow space.]
You'll just resent me and think I'm crazy and be anxious until you can go back to Mikey.
[Shrugging, suddenly tired from always losing, losing losing..]
..... [He'd go to the corner of the small room and open up a duffle bag from which he'd tug out a clean sheet, and he'd lay it carefully onto the otherwise dirty mattress next to it. Then he'd kneel down to open up the tiny fridge in the space, taking out two cold beers and handing one to Baji.
He'd nonchalantly remove his jacket and pants and sit on the edge of the mattress, patting the space next to him for Baji, and then opening up the can to take a swig.]
Is everyone there with you? Or is it just you and Mikey right now?
[Taking it uneasily, not... arguing, but he really wasn't much of a drinker. On the list of his vices, he usually liked to be sober to feel the faces break beneath his fists, the warmth of the lighter flicking on, to remember the things his friends said when adrenaline heightened them...
Not alcohol. But. Okay.
Maybe they could both use a beer right now.
Shaking his head, and hunkering down, opening the can.]
Don't you have no manners? You say 'kanpai' first.
[Reminded, before taking an experimental sip. Tasted, as expected, like shit. But it was cold, and that was nice.]
Everyone's somewhere. Mikey wants it to be us six together. A house for all of us.
[Eyeing the clean sheet, his dirty uniform, Kazutora's... pants.]
Sorry-- I don't have nothing to change into. [He was pretty filthy from scuffing up in a few fights since arriving.]
Edited (edit: LMAO i somehow missed him casually undressing, adding onto my tag!) 2022-09-25 21:07 (UTC)
[Blinking, stopping mid sip-- it's funny, but, yeah, of course.. he didn't really encounter manners at juvie, from the adults or from the other kids. He had just looked at the alcohol as a means of easing tension and less as a social activity.
He'd look abashed for a moment.]
Yeah, sorry -- kanpai!
[Holding up the beer as a cheers and then taking another sip. He'd listen to Baji talk for a moment, before tilting his head, a fingernail scratching at the tin can idly. He had more questions, but he wanted Baji to settle down first; he looked exhausted.]
Eh, it doesn't much matter dumb butt, I'm not exactly living at the presidential palace here. You can just take off your pants, and-- I'd say jacket, if you were wearing yours. That's clean enough for here and was what I did.
[Letting the cans clink and taking another, deeper sip... before simply nodding, standing, and thunking the can down on the table. He'd go to remove his pants, unbuttoning and shaking them off like they'd personally offended him, then somewhat comically pulling the legs back out the right way, neatly folding them, and placing them lightly on his abandoned chair.
Then he'd grab up the beer again and go to plop on the bed, sitting cross-legged and yawning.]
[He'd grin and go to pull out the other thing he'd stolen from the neighbors - a blanket. No pillows, unfortunately, but he was glad he had gotten these things.
He'd toss the blanket over their backs and take another sip of beer.]
Guess that makes me king..
[Looking around the disaster of a room with a sigh.]
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NU WEEPS BAJI ILU
Thank you..
[He did believe him. Baji would do it. But it would hurt; he'd be sad for leaving Mikey, and now that Kazutora's walls were falling, now that he'd attacked Baji and knew how awful that felt, he.. didn't want to hurt him anymore.
But it was indeed an unsatisfying answer. Kazutora wasn't special enough, and he never would be. You couldn't be when compared to someone like Mikey; it just wasn't feasible. And who needed a family anyway..
So he'd punch Baji lightly on the shoulder, and he'd look back up.]
I know Mikey wants me to come back.. he's always himself, heh.
...
But I can't, Baji, I'm sorry. Go back to him. To your actual people. You didn't fail, and he'll get it; everyone will be relieved.
SHOT THRU THE HEART </3
That he'd take care of this.]
...'kay, then that's how it is. Look, I'll stay here then, with you. Until you're ready to meet up with Mikey. Then you two can decide how this is going to go down.
But I can't just leave you in this shithole alone. So I guess it's 'welcome home', huh?
[Looking around again. Eesh. Not a nice place.]
AND YOURE TOO LATE
[Frowning and turning away from him to stuff hands in his pockets, to kick dust from the floor, his necklace jingling, echoing in the hollow space.]
You'll just resent me and think I'm crazy and be anxious until you can go back to Mikey.
[Shrugging, suddenly tired from always losing, losing losing..]
So just go.
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I'm not anxious. I'm tired. Mikey doesn't let anyone sleep; too loud and angry.
[Read: fussy. Maybe he'd get better sleep here after all.]
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[He'd go to the corner of the small room and open up a duffle bag from which he'd tug out a clean sheet, and he'd lay it carefully onto the otherwise dirty mattress next to it. Then he'd kneel down to open up the tiny fridge in the space, taking out two cold beers and handing one to Baji.
He'd nonchalantly remove his jacket and pants and sit on the edge of the mattress, patting the space next to him for Baji, and then opening up the can to take a swig.]
Is everyone there with you? Or is it just you and Mikey right now?
(cw: underage drinking)
[Taking it uneasily, not... arguing, but he really wasn't much of a drinker. On the list of his vices, he usually liked to be sober to feel the faces break beneath his fists, the warmth of the lighter flicking on, to remember the things his friends said when adrenaline heightened them...
Not alcohol. But. Okay.
Maybe they could both use a beer right now.
Shaking his head, and hunkering down, opening the can.]
Don't you have no manners? You say 'kanpai' first.
[Reminded, before taking an experimental sip. Tasted, as expected, like shit. But it was cold, and that was nice.]
Everyone's somewhere. Mikey wants it to be us six together. A house for all of us.
[Eyeing the clean sheet, his dirty uniform, Kazutora's... pants.]
Sorry-- I don't have nothing to change into. [He was pretty filthy from scuffing up in a few fights since arriving.]
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He'd look abashed for a moment.]
Yeah, sorry -- kanpai!
[Holding up the beer as a cheers and then taking another sip. He'd listen to Baji talk for a moment, before tilting his head, a fingernail scratching at the tin can idly. He had more questions, but he wanted Baji to settle down first; he looked exhausted.]
Eh, it doesn't much matter dumb butt, I'm not exactly living at the presidential palace here. You can just take off your pants, and-- I'd say jacket, if you were wearing yours. That's clean enough for here and was what I did.
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Then he'd grab up the beer again and go to plop on the bed, sitting cross-legged and yawning.]
Your 'palace', your rules I guess.
LOL that description of clothes removal
[He'd grin and go to pull out the other thing he'd stolen from the neighbors - a blanket. No pillows, unfortunately, but he was glad he had gotten these things.
He'd toss the blanket over their backs and take another sip of beer.]
Guess that makes me king..
[Looking around the disaster of a room with a sigh.]
Pretty fitting palace for me, huh