I'M THE STAR, GOT IT?

affiliated with citta-alveare i will be the man who will surpass god! bow before the big me! [ apartment L-4 ] able to move around and erase presence for 5 minutes a day given a wooden sword

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[What you really meant was that you wouldn’t dream of showing something so lewd to any person, regardless of a good cause or not. (Either way, Black*Star’s cause definitely falls under ‘or not.’) You offer a half-hearted thank you that doesn’t exactly leave an impression that you’re relieved to be off the hook or that you ever anticipated any threat of having to pay an emolument.

When black star leans in, his breath is warm and, to be blunt, stinky. Odoriferous.  Not pleasant in the least, but your face remains flat, lips pressing together and looking right in the close scope of Black*Star’s tanned face. You don’t know what personal space really is either, thankfully.]

Oh, well, I don’t mean to intrude… [You smile sweetly, like the way a mom imagines her daughter’s husband to greet his would be parents in law. You blink and look over the apex of Black*Star’s cyan tuft of hair. His apartment, shared with any number of people who remain anonymous to you, is a mess.]

But I have walked a ways.

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[Kaworu is polite as ever, and you... well, you're as dense as you always are. You pat the albino's back three times for good measure and all but shove him into your dingy apartment.] Well c'mon in then!

[In the two or three weeks that you've been living here, you've yet to see your roommates face to face. The only sort of proof that they're even your roommates are the occasional notes of complaint you find taped to your door, or left in your side of the fridge, or placed on the counter, that would you please stop leaving your boxers all over the place?

You fling yourself haphazardly at the couch and shake your feet in the air in some sort of gesture to Kaworu to come join you as you wiggle around, searching for the TV remote. After some struggle, you still can't feel the damn thing anywhere, and so you give up and roll off the couch in pursuit of the kitchen. The remote was under you the whole time.]

Kaworu chan, ya want anything to drink? [You may live in a pigsty, but you do pride yourself in knowing how to treat your guests. Tsubaki taught you that much, at least.]

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No, one couldn’t really blame them. It was hard to imagine anyone was exactly open to the idea of a pint-sized brat running around screaming that he was better than god, but Mista found the entire thing hilarious. The kid couldn’t much younger than Narancia, maybe 14 or 15? Or 12? He looked tall enough to be twelve.

Mista watches as the kid leaps down from the structure he stood on with an amused smirk. Well, he had to give him props for that, at least he didn’t break his fucking ankles. The kid had guts, and already Mista liked that. He was already funner than half the people in his gang.

“Yeah sure, greatness, whatever you say, bambin—” His words cut off as the kid stands before him, craning his neck to try and meet his gaze eye to eye, which just wasn’t happening, considering Mista was much taller than him. “Yeah sure, whatever you say kid. You’re super big.” He snorted. How cute, little bambino thought he was better than him.

“It means kid in Italian, I’m Italian.”

“And if the city is your stage, and there are streets in the city, aren’t you still a street performer?”

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If Black*Star had at all recognized the obvious sarcasm lacing the man's voice, he certainly didn't let it bother him. With a rather snooty smirk, he leans back as if satisfied by the guy's half-hearted retorts and pounds a fist against his oh-so godly chest, chuckling as if to say, yeah that's right buddy, I know I'm great, don't beat yourself up too much.

"Kid?" he recoils dramatically in disgust, "I'm no kid! I'm going to surpass God someday, didn't you hear? Look at me!" Black*Star pulls up the sleeves of his sleeveless shirt and flexes intensely, his lower lip pulled up into a rather comical pout, "Look at these guns! Do you think some sort of kid could ever possess something as godly as these?" He flexes his "guns" again for good measure.

The assassin gives the guy another look-over, scrutinizing his choice of clothing and his rather amused expression. He leans forward, "Listen, pal. I don't got time for your nonsense. Big stars like me don't have the time of day to be dillydallying around in places like these!"

Which, of course, was a big fat lie, considering the fact that "dillydallying" was really all Black*Star did, ever. Truth be told, Black*Star really just didn't want to make the effort to comprehend what the guy had just said. 

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grocery shopping sucks and so does your house [closed @ maka]

Due to Tsubaki's natural motherly and too-caring-for-her-own-good nature, Black*Star was, to say the least, a little too pampered for his own good. And, well, after being transferred alone to Hive, he was a little (and by a little, I mean very)... unused to carrying out simple everyday tasks on his own.

In other words, he was completely useless and incompetent at anything other than fighting and being an all around nuisance.

And so that is why, in addition to the thirty minutes it had taken to get there, he had already spent over two hours at the Super Market, cart filled halfway with nothing but junk food--not a single healthy thing in sight. 

Eyebrows scrunched in deep thought, the boy held two bottles of sodas in both hands, thinking rather deeply for his caliber. Did he have enough room in his fridge back home? His roommates were sort of stingy about sharing shelves... should he try the blue one? Or maybe the yellow... God, these sodas were so different from the ones back home... he wouldn't be surprised if one of them tasted like piss, considering the rather sadistic nature of the scientists running this place.

He let out a frustrated huff. Christ, how did Tsubaki deal with this every day? Grocery shopping sucked ass. 

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‘The big you.’ [Kaworu repeats it fondly and nods with a smile, hand falling back to his side.]

Aha, ‘spread your name around?’ [The albino blinks down at Black*Star.] With this? Oh, well… I suppose…

I wouldn’t mind paying, then.

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[You're a little taken aback. He wouldn't mind paying? Your eyebrows lower in what you think looks like a very concentrated, focused face. Really though, you look kind of stupid.]

Well I mean, if you really don't remember ordering it... then I'll trust your word! [You pat the boy's back in your characteristic rough manner, head tilting back for a loud guffaw.] Don't worry 'bout paying dude. [You lean in close, hand covering one side of your mouth as if telling him a great secret] A customer review wouldn't hurt, though!

[You finally step back from Kaworu, respecting his personal space probably for the first time that day.] Didja wanna come inside, or are ya busy? 

[You probably should have asked him that like ten minutes ago.]

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Aw man, this city sure was boring as hell. Sure, Giorno had been lucky enough to find something in this stupid place that suited his interests, but Mista? Mista hadn’t found shit. He’d spent most of his days in his apartment, flipping idly through tv channels, only to get frustrated when he found nothing interesting. After a couple of hours of this, he’d give up, going outside for a walk.

Usually the walks were quiet, which made things even more boring, but today, a mere 10 minutes into his walk, Mista had come across a loudmouthed, strange looking little boy. He couldn’t help but laugh at everything he was screaming, in fact, it was enough to make him double over in laughter.

“That’s real funny, bambino, you some kind of Street performer or something?”

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Despite the boy's frequently blatant efforts for some-- any sort of recognition or attention, the truth of the matter was that most of the time, Black*Star's audience was always rather... coldly unreceptive (and can you blame them?).

And so when a rather hearty laugh finally echoes in response to his proclamations a few hundred feet below him, the boy can't help but smirk in satisfaction. He molds his fingers into a blocky thumbs-up, his laughter mirroring the one below in some sort of competition of whose was loudest before jumping down a few feet next to him. 

He gives a bit of a mocking curtsy and walks closer to the guy, shit-eating grin immediately effective. "Glad to see someone around here recognizing my greatness!" Black*Star lifts his head pridefully and looks down on the guy as best as he can for his short stature. "In front of someone as big as me, you feel a little smaller, don'tcha pal?"

"Hah? Bambino? What's that, some kinda deer?" He sneers, leaning forwards on the balls of his feet. "I'm not a street performer-- this city's my stage!" 

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[He completely brushes over Kaworu’s obviously displeased attitude, nodding empathetically.] Yes, yes, I can understand how you might feel. Years ago, I couldn’t even stand in front of mirrors because I got scared of my own bigness. [Black*Star pats the gray haired boy on the back sympathetically.]

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[Embarrassed? Kaworu doesn’t push Black*Star away, but his stare is less than its usual careless gaze when he blinks at the shorter, stockier boy.]

Black Star… [Kaworu blinks slowly, the picture in his hand. He takes his finger and scratches at the edge of where his face begins.] This is a picture of a girl with a cut out of my face taped to it.

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[He completely brushes over Kaworu's obviously displeased attitude, nodding empathetically.] Yes, yes, I can understand how you might feel. Years ago, I couldn't even stand in front of mirrors because I got scared of my own bigness. [Black*Star pats the gray haired boy on the back sympathetically.]

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Black*Star, I feel if our relationship continues in this fashion, I am going to have to ask for a restraining order.

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Woah, woah, Kaworu, dude! S'all good man! [He slings an arm around the boy's shoulders nonchalantly, a dopey grin on his face.] No need to be so embarrassed! So what if ya like to cosplay, s'no big deal! Nobody's judgin'.

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[You already knew his name. He’d said it once before and had written it twice in the… parcel now pressed to your chest. You blink twice. First, slowly, then quickly. Black*Star is going take some adjusting to get used to.]

So it’s a gift, then?

[Smiling, you let a small puff of air flutter out from your mouth as his blockish fingers smack just above the small of your back. How lovely. A person unafraid of physical contact for once.]

I’m Nagisa. Kaworu Nagisa. And though I’m happy to see such a friendly soul, I’m certain that we haven’t met before, Black Star.

[You understand that he doesn’t want it back, and there would certainly be no harm in keeping the strange, bordering… erotic photograph if it didn’t happen that Black*Star had mentioned a price tag.]

It may have been fate that intended for this to find its way to my home— maybe I was meant to meet you. [You slide your arms back down to your sides, the envelope resting at your hip.] But I certainly didn’t ask for this.

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Hmm? A gift? Oh, yeah sure, it's a gift!

[You scratch the side of your head a little. Wait, was it a gift? Wasn't it an order? Huh... uh. Well, whatever! You decide to let the whole thing go for now, since this guy seems pretty worthy of your attention.]

Kaworu, huh? [You were never one for honorifics, so you completely skim over the guy's last name, shaking his hand rather... powerfully.] I guess we really haven't then, since like ya said before, I'm sure you'd remember the big me if ya had! 

[You raise an eyebrow.] Born to meet me, huh! What an honor! Tell ya what, buddy. [You flick the envelope fondly and break into an award winning grin.] You keep the photo, ya show all your friends, spread my name around these streets, and I'll charge you nothing! Now, if that's not a great deal I don't know what is! You don't have to pay a dime and you get to talk about the great ME! Whaddaya say, Kaworu? 

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It was strange. Black*Star said she had a “cute little face.” But then he added the “old perverts” and was asking for a beating.

“Yes, brilliant. Now take it off before I hit you again.” Maka raises the book for emphasis and squints at the brainless dolt beneath her.

“Take that back. Throw the picture away, and I won’t punish you. deal?”

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Yeesh, there she goes, being so uptight about everything again. Then again, she wouldn't be Maka if she wasn't. 

"Alright alright princess. I'll throw it away. I've got some backup copies back home anyways." He flashes her his signature shit eating grin and stands up, arms crossed behind his head. "Maybe I'll even tack some up around the city."  

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[You blink, a short moment of mild surprise flowering on your expression as you involuntarily lean back from the boy. He seems… enigmatic, in his own way. At the very least, his way of thinking is out of reach to Kaworu, which is not a feat to go unappluaded for.]

I’m sorry, I don’t remember… ‘ordering’ this. We haven’t met before, have we?

[You laugh, eyes squinting with amusement.]

I’m sure I would have remembered someone like you. After all, it seems you’re of quite high standing.

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Hah?

[You lean forwards toward the boy as he takes a step back, nose almost touching his as your eyebrows crease in disbelief.]

Whaddaya mean you don't remember, mister? Of course we've met! It was at.... ah, at uh... District.... Well! Either way! It's yours now. [You thrust the envelope at the boy's chest. God, he seems so... frail.]

[You raise an eyebrow. High standing? Your lips form into something like a pout as you take in the boy's appearance some more. Grayish, soft looking hair, a rather lanky body structure , though he passes your height easily, and familiar looking crimson eyes that remind you of a certain buddy back home.]

Huh. Well, I'm glad someone around here recognizes my greatness! [You clap the guy on the back rather roughly, even though you didn't really mean to.] You don't seem like such a bad guy yourself! You've got great taste. The name's Black*Star!

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She holds the photo in her trembling hands. That bastard really has it in for it, doesn’t he. With her mouth in a frown, she crumples up the paper.

“BLACK*STAR I AM NOT GOING TO BE THE ONE TO ADVERTISE YOU. GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE.”

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He laughs some more, slapping his knee obnoxiously and rolling around on the ground like a shameless idiot. 

"What! Why?! I think it's a brilliant idea, don't you?! After all, you've got such a cute little face, I'm sure all the old perverts around here will eat this up!" [He sneers a little, voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and mockery]

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Ah, you’re the owner of this wonderful signature, then.

Well, I’m not entirely sure what it is that I need from you quite yet. But you said to call, and yet I didn’t find a phone number.

Could I ask you why this was sent to me?

[You hand him the yellow envelope that it came with, the photo tucked neatly and gently inside.]

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[You frown a little. What, was this guy seriously bothering his beauty sleep over something like this? You snatch the envelope from his hands rather rudely.]

HMMMmmmm...... [You pull the photo out and reveal a naked Kaworu in all its glory. Rubbing an imaginary beard, you make a small noise of approval as you examine the photo. Although, you can't seem to remember writing that little note.]

Hmm... Yeah dude. [You slide the photo back into the envelope as gently as you're capable of being.] You ordered it. Come to think of it, I don't think you've paid yet, mister!

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I AM

TRULY

THE GREATEST

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[You receive a large, glossy print photo in your mail with a marker scrawling over it. You stare. You don’t know what this is supposed to be— that can’t possibly be you, can it?

You blink, and flip it over. There’s a note on the back.]

Who in the world…?

[You stare at the return address. This must be looked into post haste. With much purpose, you make your way to sector 4 and make a gentle, polite knocking on the designated apartment number.]

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[It takes you a while to notice that someone's knocking on your door. Shit, who the hell even wakes up this early? Jesus Christ it's like... you lean over to check the clock next to your bed... oh, it's three in the afternoon. Ugh. You roll out of bed, half asleep, swagged out in your Charisma Justice boxers and a very flattering green tank top, and fling open your door.]

What the--

[You shield your eyes-- what the hell ugh it's so bright outside and the dude's white? hair? doesn't help. You yawn almost obnoxiously as you rub your eyes, giving the dude in front of you a dubious glance.]

Yessir, Black*Star here. The guy who will [yawn] pass God. [You have a half-assed attempt at introducing yourself. Seriously, what even is going on here? You just want to go back to bed.] D'ya need somethin?

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Well, you sure picked a flattering picture of yourself, didn'tcha!! 

That'll be 10 bucks, mister. 

---xoxo BLACK*STAR

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

“Oh, that’s easy! Tsubaki’s cooking.” He breaks into a larger-than-usual grin. “That, or beating the shit out of someone. Yeah, that works, too.”