@badbatter
another day, another few hours being spent just lounging around a big fat pile of cash. no obligations, no bothersome students to rain on his parade; yv was truly living at the height of luxury right now. despite the fact that things around the city have been fairly mundane to him ( but then again, most things already were ), the gun god still managed to find the peaceful life to be somewhat... enjoyable. perhaps the change of scenery from a constant life of dimension-hopping and throne-running to an less-than eventful slice of domesticity was a weird sort of thrill in its own right.
he doesn’t question the brief thought for a second before hearing an approaching set of footsteps, gravel crunching at the stranger’s feet with every movement. it’s not really enough to completely rouse yv aside from getting him to crack his eye open in their direction. a seemingly lazy yet perceptive gaze takes in the other’s blank features, or rather, they seemed blank due to their neutral expression. that wasn’t even the most interesting part, though. no, it was the bat that’s currently firmly gripped in their hand and yv had to question the absurdity of this person’s motive and getup.
❝da st8diums on da otha of da city, fam. gues u must b lost if ur h8ngin around here.❞ he keeps his own quips in favor of just getting them out of his space, not particularly interested in them or whatever need they might have to play a rousing game of baseball.