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Gregor: sounds good. so what did you have in mind for your tattoo?
Joules: *he thinks for a minute, slipping his feet out of his shoes as he does to give Trigger scritches with his stockinged toes* Ahdunno. Something cool and badass. Batman doesn't really say "I beat cancer" though.
Karp: *he snickers*
Gregor: gotta give me a little more than that to go on, kid...
*they hear a door, and Trigger looks up, then skitters from the kitchen with a bark. they hear voices for a second, then Trigger happily comes trotting back in. there's a kinda-familiar voice following behind her*
Joules: Herp-a-derpa-derp! Herp-a-derpa-derp! Ring ring ring ring, tomato phone! ...wait a minute. Ding dong ding dong ding, avacadooo phoooone! That's not it either...
Gregor: sounds like petya and that kid.
Send my character a dirty text. Whether by accident or intentional is your choice.
Petya: *He shut the door silently, the sounds putting him on guard. A hand goes under his shirt to the gun holstered at the small of his back, unsnapping the strap holding it in and flicking off the safety. He made his way quietly to the door, face pissed off if he thought for a second Joules was in trouble because he had to leave him. He shouldered the door open a smidge to glance around the corner if it was clear.*
Joules: *he's on his knees on the bed, chest against the mattress and his head turned away from the door. he's stripped down to his blue briefs, and both hands are currently buried in his underwear. he hasn't noticed that Petya's home yet*
Petya: *instantly he flicks the safety back on and finished opening the door quietly. he shrugs off his coat and toed off his boots, then moved behind joules on the bed. he smooths a hand over his back* look what i found...
Joules: *he gives a start and just kind of freezes with his hands still down his under-roos* Oh Jesus! Uhm... *he goes bright pink* ...y-you startled me... um, I wasn't expecting you home yet...
Petya: *his voice is low and kinda dangerous, but it's really sexy at the same time. he didn't sound angry, he sounded turned on* did i tell you to stop?
Joules: *he bites his lip, still with that deer-in-the-headlights look in his big blue eyes* ...nooo...?
Danya: but that wasn’t so bad, was it? you haven’t had the fun of getting hit with a truncheon.
Karp: *tilts his head*
Danya: what? …oh, a night stick. truncheon’s a brit word, I forget.
Karp: You are not Merrick. You’re not cool enough to be British.
Danya: shuddup, govna.
Karp: *sends off a quick text, waits for a reply, then smacks the back of Danya’s head*
Danya: OY! ya shit. *rubs the back of his head* quit being a twat.
Karp: *shows him the text he’s gotten back. it’s from Merrick and it says “tell that fuckhead he’s nowhere near British. feel free to smack him.” the kid smirks* I bet Aleksei would have said something similar.
Danya: *sulks* he’s no better.
Karp: *snorts* It would have been better if I wasn’t arrested for being a nice guy.
Danya: at least you got busted for being awesome instead of a douche!
Karp: Like you two?
*both of them laugh* yup!
Danya: *comes back with a bloodied nose* dick.
Merrick: *smirking even though he's starting to bruise around one eye* We should do this again. It's nice to beat the crap out of someone other than Alek.
Danya; fuck you, man
Merrick: At least let Karp practice with you. I haven't had a chance to give him any more lessons the past couple months.
Danya: yeah.. i can do that
Merrick: Good. You both need practice. *leaves*
Anthony: I just said I'm gay. What the hell do you think my marital status is? This ain't Massachusetts.
Me: Wrong world, dumbass. Get out of mine and back into yours.
Gavriil: I'm a healthy, habit-free vegetarian. (Though I'm sure Anthony would call that a habit.)
Anthony: Damn right.
Karp: *once downstairs, he signs* Can we get meat lovers?
Danya: *guffaws, totally catching the unintended pun and finding it hilarious* yeah sure kid, hahahaha! funny.
Karp: *tilts his head to the side* What's funny about it?
Danya: meat lovers. *he grabbed his own junk for emphasis*
Karp: *flips him off, but he's still smirking*
Danya: hey you're the one who made the joke, not me
Karp: It wasn't a joke. I like pepperoni, and sausage, and bacon.
Danya: *that just makes him snicker more*
Karp: What? Dani, get your mind out of the fucking gutter.
Danya: but i like it in there.
Karp: Just order the pizza, you creep.
Mikhail: BORED.
Karp: Then get off your lazy ass and do something.
Mikhail: my ass isn't lazy. it's hot.
Danya: whatever you say, bro
Mikhail: shut up. you like it too.
Karp: Hot or not, it's still lazy. Now get up and do something.
Mikhail: huh. i'll be damned.
Karp: Aren't we all?
Danya: Amen.
Karp: *he wanders from the kitchen with a cup of tea, pausing outside the media room when he hears a commotion from the couch and the TV. he looks in and then goes over and plops himself on the end next to the twins*
Mikhail: oh hey, Karp! sup?
Danya: *is busy with his turn at the Silent Hill game on the tv*
Karp: *signs, as well as he can one-handed* Not much.
Danya: *grunts at him in a hello as he's getting his ass kicked by a monster*
Avy: *she giggles and comes back up to her bag. She glances around then, satisfied no one else was there, started stripping off her clothes*
Luka: *he sits on the sand and leans back on his elbows*
Avy: *she gives him a look while she digs through her bag, completely naked* you looking at me, creep?
Luka: Maybe. Got a fucken problem with a little admiration?
Avy: Not when you put it that way. *blows him a kiss* close your eyes?
Luka: Well, next time we’ll plan fer a cloudy day so maybe that bloody recluse will come out with us. But I want a fucken nice day right now, an’ it won’t get any bloody nicer than today. We actually have a fucken sun, did you know that?
Petya: *looks at the tv* oh this movie.
Joules: Yup. This movie. Sleepy Hollow next!
Petya: That one's not so bad. Ichabod's a weenie though.
Joules: Like me?
Petya: *laughs*
Joules: *he sits there watching his movie until the shower cuts off. when Petya comes out of the bathroom, he crouches on the couch and peeks over the back* Oh hi.
Petya: Hi. *is wearing a towel and just that, his hair tied back in a pile of a knot on the back of his head*
Joules: *Petya can see he's making his happeh kitteh faes as he gives a little wave over the back of the couch*
