Yeah, I'm glad too. I'd be even better if I could pass this stupid level on Fire Emblem. It's been 3 hours now and it's testing my patience. I just want to ship my unit with Anna, is that so bad? Stupid Risen...
Hahahahahhah, that can happen ;v; I just started my second playthrough of Fire Emblem..
How about one with Killer and Kid and Kid being knocked out by a rake?
[text]:I know you saw me get knocked out after I stepped on that rake why did you leave me there????? Assface.
Killer smirked at the text message waiting for him when he turned his phone on. Last night had been wild, but--
"What's up?" Tashigi lifted her head off from her pillow, and Killer just made a noncommitted sound at his roommate who technically wasn't supposed to be his roommate. Well, whatever, sex segregation was stupid as fuck.
"Kid. You remember the rake?"
"Yeah, what-- oh my god." Tashigi had craned her neck to see the video Killer was smiling at. "You managed to record it."
"Of course."
"Where's Eustass, anyway?" Tashigi wondered, her mild exasperation not quite hiding her amusement at Kid's drunken fight against the rake strategically placed in the middle of the campus by Trafalgar Law.
"Probably at Bonney's dorm getting his ass kicked," Killer shrugged, not bothering to respond to Kid's text message as he'd receive his share of yelling once Kid got back anyway.
prompt: her boyfriend wears more makeup than her, and sometimes it sucks. kidtashi.
Sometimes she finds Kid's taste in fashion over-exaggerated (more like all the time), but it usually doesn't bother her. The clothes and makeup are just... a part of his aesthetic, so to speak, and mostly it just makes him look either really ridiculous or really, really good.
Sometimes it's even easy to forget he wears lipstick, because -- well -- it's almost a part of him by now, and Tashigi only knows it's not his actual lip color when she sees him applying it in the morning (which they rarely spend together).
"Oi, Tashigi, what's that on your neck?"
"Uh..." Tashigi fights down the blush she feels heating on her face. "Just your imagination, Smoker-san."
Smoker raises a brow, looking at her with his stern, skeptic expression that makes it hard for her not to crumble when she's had approximately three hours of sleep thanks to a certain jerk.
"Tashigi, that's lipstick. On your neck."
"How would you know what's lipstick and what's not?" Tashigi snaps, though soon realizing what she had said and bent her head down in a rushed apology. Smoker merely grunted.
"I have my experience with ladies, believe it or not," he says at length, raising an eyebrow at her. "I would assume you do, as well, but then I remembered there's an asshole that wears lipstick more often than any lady Marine has the chance to."
"It's not what it seems like, Smoker-san!" Tashigi blurts out. "I had a lipstick incident! You know how clumsy I am! Especially in the morning when I don't have my glasses on!"
"You're a natural disaster," Smoker muses out loud, his lips rising into an amused smirk, though his eyes stay serious, which makes Tashigi's anxiety worse. Then he turns his eyes back to the paper he had been reading earlier, and Tashigi takes that as a chance to escape.
"Tashigi, next time tell that asshole to wear something less than waterproof lipstick. Easier to clean up afterwards."
Tashigi's levels of embarrassment go through the roof, and refuse to settle down for hours.
How about some Kidtashi "Descibe your perfect date."
Kid scowled as he leaned back on his seat, ignoring the screams of pain that echoed around them, and he set his legs onto the table loudly.
"Well, if this ain't what you wanted, then please describe your perfect date, then, missy," he grunted, red-painted lips curling into a displeased scoff.
Tashigi flinched, but her stern expression never faltered as the screams cut off momentarily, replaced by the sounds of heavy breathing and metallic clanking (courtesy of Killer's weapons).
"Certainly anything other than a slaughter house," she said, taking her cup of tea and sipping it seemingly without losing her nerve even as the mindless chaos continued around her. Kid, however, saw her hands quiver ever so slightly, and holy shit maybe he had messed up.
"Tch. Women."
"I'm a fucking Marine, how did you expect me to react?"