drwhirlwind.
❝ not that i don’t love watching obacchan chase you with a broom, because frankly, it’s the highlight of my day every single time, buuut… ❞ a leg extends out past and over the couch’s right most armrest, toes forming to a point in the direction of the door. ❝ don’t take my word for it, but according to legend, entry through door grants the challenger a much warmer reception. ❞
in a swift motion, sho retracts that same leg and bounces up against the cushion beneath him ( several feet in the air, mind you; he’s most certainly applying his quirk, although not full on flying ) before landing belly first on the couch, chin propped up now under his hand. feet swing behind him and eyes sparkle with intrigue at his former classmate, and he gestures him closer. ❝ lay it on me. what’s the goss? the hot fuzz? the… ❞ he doesn’t know any other way to say it. clicking his tongue in light of his falter, he shrugs his shoulders. ❝ tell me literally anything, and i guarantee it’ll be more interesting than what’s been happening here. i counted every dot on my ceiling today. death by boredom is imminent, and she’s waiting. for me! specifically, she beckons for me, micchan. ❞
THERE ARE TWO THINGS THAT SWEET, SUPPLE LITTLE SHO WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND: one. why use a door when there is a perfectly accessible balcony window? whenever the chance to be needlessly reckless & higher off the ground presents itself, michi will, without hesitation, always take it. two. literally nobody says neither goss nor hot fuzz anymore.
if he thinks michi will do the polite thing, he is terribly mistaken. without so much as a second thought on the matter he proceeds to waltz towards the couch, plunking his ass down directly in the middle of his colleague’s back. lay it on me, he said. this is half the battle; this is a portion of his request with the ‘it’ not being specified, is it not?
❝ anything? ❞ HE HAS BEEN GIVEN TOO MUCH POWER. ❝ well, fuck! you’ve already spoiled it, shocchi. i’ve been sent here to murder you. those midnight whispers from death herself? twas i. any last words? ❞ have you ever tried to strangle the life out of somebody from behind? michi is trying, currently.
❝ there is literally nothing going on tonight, and i am desperate to fix that. i was hoping you’d come drinking with me. maybe we’ll die? who knows. i don’t care. ❞ a pause. he diverts his attention towards a now pacified obacchan, whom michi recognizes as a true warrior. ❝ or maybe i’ll ask her. i bet she partied in her time. you see the way she handles a broom? fucking scrumptious. if she’s ever looking for work in the city scene, have her call me. ❞
