[The one fact that will never penetrate Mikey's titanium skull is that people aren't reacting to what he says. They're reacting to the shockingly shameless way he says those things. Sure, Takemichi has seen Mikey use a line of prone underlings as a roadway, but even he wasn't expecting the arrogant gang leader to call himself prettier than the girls. He really refuses to lose at anything, doesn't he!!!
Slowly, awkwardly, Takemichi slides the door open. One hand is still rubbing at his sore and reddened forehead. He waves sheepishly at the two teens in the room with his other hand.]
Don't joke like that.... [He trails with a nervous laugh.] You could really do it.
Scott's barely able to question that in his mind before said teen opens the door, looking slightly rattled and embarrassed himself. Almost dumbly, he gives a small wave at him, although since his brain is still trying to catch up to everything, he doesn't have any real good greeting. Look, it's a lot to overcome Mikey shouting that he doesn't like pussy for everyone to hear.
At least Takemitchy seems to also be suffering from that.]
Welcome back? [WELCOME TO THIS HELL even if Scott's partly responsible by giving Mikey beer in the first place.]
(here's a moment where the gang leader pinches his nose bridge. damn, you guys? you all okay? although -- he does refuse to lose at everything, including that, takemichi is correct.
to be fair... mikey said he was horrible at drinking, and here we are.)
I know.
(and he's drunk, so he does pretend to go for it, his foot stopping an inch away from the other's temple, perfect kick form even when he is so drunk that walking straight would be challenging. ah, muscle memory, his bestest friend. at least takemitchy has been subjected to this before, and once his foot drops back to the floor, he ruffles the other's hair.)
Syke. Anyway, come in, it's better to participate than to just snoop, ain't it? I was just telling Summers how you're actually ToMan... Or a lot of other shit, which you've heard, I'm sure, huh?
[Takemichi's reaction to Mikey's greeting may add a hint of credence to Mikey's claims. Despite his meek entrance, he doesn't so much as flinch when that kick comes flying at his face. He simply blinks at Mikey's raised foot, remaining still until it drops back to the floor. Even Mikey might find himself surprised by how ready Takemichi is to take the hit. Now that he's survived a serious life-or-death battle against the invincible leader, a drunken fake-out kick just doesn't carry the same weight.
Funny enough, despite that display of fearlessness, he still doesn't have the reflexes to save himself from an unexpected hair ruffle. All the effort he's put into slicking his hair back is undone in a single instant, an anticlimactic end to what could have been a terrifying stunt.
He pouts, doing his best to fix his fluffed up hair as he plops down on the floor.]
I wasn't trying to snoop. Honest. I heard you guys talking about Mitsuya and just... I thought I shouldn't interrupt. It sounded heavy.
First it looked like that Mikey was really gonna kick him, a move that caused Scott to startle and nearly spill the rest of the beer on the couch, because what the hell?? But Takemichi just stood there unflinchingly and now they're talking as if everything is fine or nothing bizarre just happened. Is. Is this how gang members greet each other? Some code??
Guess it truly makes sense why the other teen didn't hesitate to dump all those sour skittles in his mouth.
He watches them silently for a moment or two, mostly so that he can recover despite not being an active participant in that whole interaction.]
Um, no, it's cool, I think? [He glances towards Mikey as if checking to make sure that he's on the same page.] It's... been nice to getting to learn more about your gang.
[That last bit comes out sincerely at least, even if he's still a little frazzled.]
(oh, wow. last time he did this takemichi had 3 heart attacks. cool. interesting. really, really, really cool. he isn't going to say it though, because takemichi lets cool status to go over his head, but still. cool.
poor scott, though. he forgets how he isn't used to-- well, him. or them. or any of their bullshit, so he laughs a little, mostly because he seems to be recovering from it. good!)
I'm fine with it, too. It's not like Takemitchy was unaware of any of what I've said, anyway. Mitsuya told you all this himself, right? Did he know about your powers, Summers?
... Funnily enough, when I was telling Takemitchy about someone, Mitsuya was snooping himself. It's a bit of full cycle!
[Takemichi did not know anything about Scott's powers. He just thought the sunglasses were an embarrassing teenage fashion statement. Now that he knows the truth, he's extremely grateful that he didn't open his big, stupid mouth about it at the time.]
Glad I could carry on the tradition then. [He offers in lieu of an awkward apology.]
And, uh- [He fidgets with his fingers for a second, gathering his nerve before meeting Scott eye to superhero goggles.] If you ever need a spare ear to yell at, I don't mind. I'm used to it. And I kinda get the feeling. Just a little.
[Time travel is also something of a double-edged sword, so much so that he's kept the ability secret even from Mikey.]
[Well, he's glad everyone's cool with everything...? No one is going to get their head kicked off and that's always nice. Scott was not planning on witnessing a murder when he decided to visit Mikey today, thank you very much. Now that he feels that things are actually chill, he lets out a slow sigh, before answering Mikey's question.]
He didn't know about my powers, but it's cool, hard to really hide that sort of thing since I'm wearing these shades wherever I go.
[Plus, accepting his powers and all that. They're a part of him, he can't simply go back to life before that. At least it's hard to go back to a 'regular life' when he's in this world with everyone, so everything is already just weird as hell. But enough with that, he takes the last bottle and offers it up to Takemichi.]
Sure man, thanks. [Not that he super plans on really yelling at anyone anymore, but nice gesture.] Saved the last bottle for you.
... Who's yelling at you? Hina? Ah, I miss Hina. She's the most gangsta person I've ever met.
(not him right mikeydoesntknowshitabouthisownlife.mp3
too bad, or perhaps, too good that he's drunk, because that flies right over his head. no thoughts, everything spins, woah--. he's starting to feel a little weird, like his body is really about to punish him for daring all that alcohol. it can hold on, right? it's fine, this is fine.)
Ah, liar, you just don't-- hic-- want me to drink it. Hic-- water.
Obviously not Hina! [He barks like a mad dog while blushing like a kitten.] I'm talking about a buncha guys who get so caught up in stupid shouting matches that they break other people's stuff for no reason.
[Hinata only ever yelled at him once, when he broke up with her. Mikey... Well, he's never been so considerate. Which is why Takemichi eagerly accepts the last bottle from Scott, before Mikey can snatch it away. He's not going to down it right now, but don't worry, Scott. He'll definitely hide it from the drunk.]
(ooc: December sure did... exist. I'm sorry for dropping the ball. If you guys would rather move on than continue this thread, I understand.)
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Slowly, awkwardly, Takemichi slides the door open. One hand is still rubbing at his sore and reddened forehead. He waves sheepishly at the two teens in the room with his other hand.]
Don't joke like that.... [He trails with a nervous laugh.] You could really do it.
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Scott's barely able to question that in his mind before said teen opens the door, looking slightly rattled and embarrassed himself. Almost dumbly, he gives a small wave at him, although since his brain is still trying to catch up to everything, he doesn't have any real good greeting. Look, it's a lot to overcome Mikey shouting that he doesn't like pussy for everyone to hear.
At least Takemitchy seems to also be suffering from that.]
Welcome back? [WELCOME TO THIS HELL even if Scott's partly responsible by giving Mikey beer in the first place.]
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to be fair... mikey said he was horrible at drinking, and here we are.)
I know.
(and he's drunk, so he does pretend to go for it, his foot stopping an inch away from the other's temple, perfect kick form even when he is so drunk that walking straight would be challenging. ah, muscle memory, his bestest friend. at least takemitchy has been subjected to this before, and once his foot drops back to the floor, he ruffles the other's hair.)
Syke. Anyway, come in, it's better to participate than to just snoop, ain't it? I was just telling Summers how you're actually ToMan... Or a lot of other shit, which you've heard, I'm sure, huh?
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Funny enough, despite that display of fearlessness, he still doesn't have the reflexes to save himself from an unexpected hair ruffle. All the effort he's put into slicking his hair back is undone in a single instant, an anticlimactic end to what could have been a terrifying stunt.
He pouts, doing his best to fix his fluffed up hair as he plops down on the floor.]
I wasn't trying to snoop. Honest. I heard you guys talking about Mitsuya and just... I thought I shouldn't interrupt. It sounded heavy.
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First it looked like that Mikey was really gonna kick him, a move that caused Scott to startle and nearly spill the rest of the beer on the couch, because what the hell?? But Takemichi just stood there unflinchingly and now they're talking as if everything is fine or nothing bizarre just happened. Is. Is this how gang members greet each other? Some code??
Guess it truly makes sense why the other teen didn't hesitate to dump all those sour skittles in his mouth.
He watches them silently for a moment or two, mostly so that he can recover despite not being an active participant in that whole interaction.]
Um, no, it's cool, I think? [He glances towards Mikey as if checking to make sure that he's on the same page.] It's... been nice to getting to learn more about your gang.
[That last bit comes out sincerely at least, even if he's still a little frazzled.]
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poor scott, though. he forgets how he isn't used to-- well, him. or them. or any of their bullshit, so he laughs a little, mostly because he seems to be recovering from it. good!)
I'm fine with it, too. It's not like Takemitchy was unaware of any of what I've said, anyway. Mitsuya told you all this himself, right? Did he know about your powers, Summers?
... Funnily enough, when I was telling Takemitchy about someone, Mitsuya was snooping himself. It's a bit of full cycle!
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Glad I could carry on the tradition then. [He offers in lieu of an awkward apology.]
And, uh- [He fidgets with his fingers for a second, gathering his nerve before meeting Scott eye to superhero goggles.] If you ever need a spare ear to yell at, I don't mind. I'm used to it. And I kinda get the feeling. Just a little.
[Time travel is also something of a double-edged sword, so much so that he's kept the ability secret even from Mikey.]
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He didn't know about my powers, but it's cool, hard to really hide that sort of thing since I'm wearing these shades wherever I go.
[Plus, accepting his powers and all that. They're a part of him, he can't simply go back to life before that. At least it's hard to go back to a 'regular life' when he's in this world with everyone, so everything is already just weird as hell. But enough with that, he takes the last bottle and offers it up to Takemichi.]
Sure man, thanks. [Not that he super plans on really yelling at anyone anymore, but nice gesture.] Saved the last bottle for you.
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(not him right mikeydoesntknowshitabouthisownlife.mp3
too bad, or perhaps, too good that he's drunk, because that flies right over his head. no thoughts, everything spins, woah--. he's starting to feel a little weird, like his body is really about to punish him for daring all that alcohol. it can hold on, right? it's fine, this is fine.)
Ah, liar, you just don't-- hic-- want me to drink it. Hic-- water.
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[Hinata only ever yelled at him once, when he broke up with her. Mikey... Well, he's never been so considerate. Which is why Takemichi eagerly accepts the last bottle from Scott, before Mikey can snatch it away. He's not going to down it right now, but don't worry, Scott. He'll definitely hide it from the drunk.]
(ooc: December sure did... exist. I'm sorry for dropping the ball. If you guys would rather move on than continue this thread, I understand.)