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‘  who knows their own address?  ’ ‘  are we feminists? is this feminism?  ’ ‘  i’m not a sidekick! i’m beyonce, not kelly rowland.  ’ ‘  your cockaholism may just be about the least important thing in the world to me right now.  ’ ‘  i wouldn’t call 10 a.m. ‘really early’.  ’ ‘  cool! let’s add cocaine to the butt stuff.  ’ ‘  you can’t leave! i love you!  ’ ‘  do you even know what love means?  ’ ‘  now go make me some bagel bites.  ’ ‘  love isn’t about having somebody get you things. love is putting someone else’s feelings above your own. do you think you could ever do that? honestly?  ’ ‘  do i look like a fitbit? i don’t give a shit about your sleep.  ’ ‘  why are you yelling at me? what are you doing in my house?  ’ ‘  i need you to act like a human person and pick up your damn phone when i call your skank ass!  ’ ‘  you know, after i cleaned the fries off your face and put you to bed, you said something to me that was pretty dark.  ’ ‘  did you wear your booby shirt?  ’ ‘  if i don’t get a night off soon, i think my liver is gonna slide out of my body.  ’ ‘  i’m peeing blood and i briefly forgot the word for telephone.  ’ ‘  you’re right. she’s gonna hate me.  ’ ‘  you think i’m an unfriendly treacherous mountain?  ’ ‘  we’re adults! we can do this ourselves.  ’ ‘  you’re losing your hair.  ’ ‘  practicing what? dying alone?  ’ ‘  i told the spice girls i was dying in order to get free concert tickets.  ’ ‘  i learned blue balls were a myth when i was 12.  ’ ‘  i’m not much of a cleaner.  ’ ‘  you’re not much of a human!  ’ ‘  did you slither out of your mothers cooch yesterday?  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i finally made a new friend and i tried to bang her the first time we hung out.  ’ ‘  no offense, but you’re kind of making my skin crawl.  ’ ‘  i’m not comfortable about feelings.  ’ ‘  aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink?  ’ ‘  i’m glad this is a one-night thing so we can reveal all this awful shit about ourselves.  ’ ‘  what do you mean you watch tv on your computer?  ’ ‘  i don’t know what i’m doing here. i’m not even attracted to you.  ’ ‘  you two are poison people. this is gonna end so badly.  ’ ‘  if you wanna go, just go.  ’ ‘  why can’t you just let this be over?  ’ ‘  you and i, we’re inevitable.  ’ ‘  move in with me.  ’ ‘  i just humiliated myself by accepting your non-marriage proposal, i cannot now move in with you.  ’ ‘  you’re just doing this as a hail mary because you know you’re about to lose me for good.  ’ ‘  what i have finally realized is that the worst possible draft of my life is the one without you in it. i hate it, but you goddamn floor me.  ’ ‘  oh shit… we’re gonna do this even though we know there is only one way this ends. whether in a week or twenty years, there is horrible sadness and pain coming in and we’re inviting it.  ’ ‘  she stayed! you say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a person on this planet who’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. she stayed and that means something whether you wanna admit it or not.  ’ ‘  i’m not doing anything… i’m crying in my car.  ’ ‘  don’t start keeping secrets now.  ’ ‘  the only thing i need from you is to not make a big deal with it and be okay with how i am and the fact that you can’t fix me.  ’ ‘  no, i’m mad at you because you think you can fix me! you can’t fix me! i don’t need to be fixed!  ’ ‘  it’s like you have amnesia. every day you think things are gonna be different.  ’ ‘  maybe you can understand this: i feel nothing.  ’ ‘  i’ll be back in a couple of days.  ’ ‘  you stayed? …you stayed!  ’ ‘  you just said ‘boyfriend.’  ’ ‘  i understand that my actions could lead you to feel a bit unwelcome and i’ll work on not being such a control freak.  ’ ‘  i’m done comparing this to what normal people do.  ’ ‘  normal people are terrible.  ’ ‘  when i look at you, i swear i can see years years into the future with you.  ’ ‘  …i love you too.  ’ ‘  i’ve just heard that you’re the worst.  ’ ‘  i tricked him into giving me back rubs, saying it made me horny.  ’ ‘  obviously, i thought it was, like, boring as shit.  ’ ‘  clearly you used to jack off to hemingway in high school.  ’ ‘  i’m an irresponsible monster who burned down her apartment with a vibrator.  ’ ‘  if there is even a remote possibility of breakfast and you don’t wake me up, i will never touch your dick again with any part of my body.  ’ ‘  jokes on you, dummy, i’m already horny.  ’ ‘  oh my god! that is so sexist and mansplain-y.  ’ ‘  if ‘i love you’ is like a promise, it’s just a promise to try real hard. doesn’t mean you can’t fail.  ’ ‘  i shit myself earlier and that is only the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me today.  ’ ‘  you knew who i was, you don’t get to act surprised now.  ’ ‘  bam! carpe those diems!  ’ ‘  i have to gone girl myself and start over where nobody knows me.  ’ ‘  i’m going to have a baby.  ’ ‘  i just want my kids to be sad when i die.  ’ ‘  i didn’t want to kill him. i just snapped!  ’ ‘  i feel guilty because of how much he suffered… and because you stabbed him on purpose.  ’ ‘  you’re so getting murdered.  ’ ‘  i can’t tell him my brain is broken.  ’ ‘  don’t stalk me again because you suck at it.  ’ ‘  back off, bitch.  ’ ‘  don’t go.  ’ ‘  i got your back, always.  ’ ‘  you might not be useful in the radish sense, but you’re a good friend and you make people happy.  ’ ‘  when i get back, you’re going to take me to a real bar and feed me cheap whiskey until i forget about that time i stopped being able to have sex with my boyfriend ever again because he took me to a bar that only served water!  ’ ‘  so, would you say it’s a… problem-free philosophy? it’s like… no worries for the rest of your days?  ’ ‘  did you just quote the lion king to me?  ’ ‘  hey, um, so listen… i think you’re funny and cute and i’d like to take you on  a date with me for a date.  ’ ‘  why did you put a murder tour on your list?  ’ ‘  you even quit a rewards club because you couldn’t handle the commitment.  ’ ‘  wear your stains on the outsides of your clothes.  ’ ‘  see? dogs eat nachos.  ’ ‘  hey, that’s your best garbage bag. you going somewhere?  ’ ‘  i’ll be out by the time you get back. have fun, you deserve it… whoever she is.  ’ ‘  red licorice vodka?  ’ ‘  send money, loser!  ’ ‘  and you date him… willingly.  ’ ‘  my heart is a dumb dumb.  ’ ‘  i’ve always been able to flip myself back over eventually, but… i ran out of times. this is how i am now and it’s not okay with you, nor should it be.  ’ ‘  i suppose it’s good that this happened now, instead of like, ten years down the line.  ’ ‘  the world is absolutely lousy with people and i hate them all. i hate everyone but you.  ’ ‘  what the hell is wrong with us?  ’ ‘  let’s make a pact never to feel anything around each other ever again.  ’ ‘   i’ve never eaten a blueberry.  ’ ‘   i’ve always had one foot out the door. with everything. especially with us.  ’ ‘   so, you might just suddenly bounce out of here?  ’ ‘  can we just… bail?  ’ ‘  you’ve had a little too much to drink, didn’t you, buddy?  ’

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solistis:

“Says the old man.”

“Just because I have silver hair -- I’m not old, just older than you.”

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solistis:

“Binch i’m like, ten, not twelve. Get your facts straight before you start lecturing me next time.”

“Right, ten then. Even younger. Loser.”

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solistis:

“How about I fucking shoot you in the face first before you do that kinda thing, jerkface.”

“You’re like twelve and should not be using that language. Good thing I’m not a responsible adult.”

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yurifedo:

  The sudden holding of his hand made Haise almost instinctively reel back, not having expected it in the least from someone he had only just met. It’s that he was constantly overly aware of himself that he actually hadn’t ended up doing it.

          “Alright, alright, there’s no need to rush. They’re open until very late, after all.”

   Truthfully, Peter reminded him of his own subordinates with how excited he was to go somewhere fun. Oh, how nostalgic it felt.

         “How about I pay for the tickets as well? I suppose I have enough money on           me at the moment.”

Heh. He could see the shock on the other’s face, and let go of the hand -- bewilderment wasn’t something he wasn’t used to.

“Okay, okay.” He rolled his eyes -- chuckling, and then bursting into a full-out laugh. It was nice to have someone to hang out with again. Really.

Surprise at the offer, though--

“If you want to. I was planning to buy my own, but -- in that case, I pay for lunch or something?”

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yurifedo:

  Ah, well, he did have the day off today, so he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to go along with the other. There was a high possibility he would get lost even after being helped, after all.

            “Oh! If you don’t mind, I think that would be best. Tokyo is a very              big city much like a maze, after all.”

  For a moment, Haise took out his phone before typing something on it, only to show it to Peter when he was done. The text on it read; “If my accent becomes too much, please tell me so that I can do this, instead. Sorry for any inconveniences（⌒▽⌒ゞ ”

Peter beamed, clapping his hands together. “Awesome! I’d rather not get lost, y’know?”

The other took out his phone -- typing--? And then showed it to him. After reading the text, he nodded. “It’s fine, I’ll let ya know if I can’t understand you.”

And then he took the other’s free hand, grinning. “Come on, let’s go then!”

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yurifedo:

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        “The..way to Tokyo Disneyland? I’m..afraid I don’t know, my apologies.          I could help you with the maps and route descriptions if you need me to, though.”

   His way of speaking Engllish wasn’t bad, per say, he just hoped his accent wouldn’t get in the way of the other understanding him.

“That would be great!! I’m not too familiar with these parts.” Grin. “If you don’t mind, anyway. I got a map, but I have no idea how to read it --”

Peter reached into his pocket. “Actually, if you wanna, just come with me! It’d be more convenient that way, anyways.”

Road trip! Except, they were kinda walking. The other was heavily accented -- but it was -- understandable. He had good enough hearing if he was paying attention.

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@viinewhiip || starter

The pitter-patter of rain filled the void of the otherwise silent night, which had only a small interruption (a life or death scenario, but that wasn’t -- too bad. Not for him. For her, though, maybe.) in the last few hours.

He’d been surprised -- she’d only retaliated in self-defense, likely on the way to her home or some equivalent when she was jumped -- but vines growing at the feet of men to knock them down... That was anything but human.

And it all happened in slow motion, as he’d intended to protect her. And then, he slowed and time normalized, standing in front of the girl who’d just taken down an attacker.

“Need a hand?” A smile, one offered, the other shoved in his pocket. Maybe she was a mutant, but whatever the case, it was the kind of power that struck fear in the hearts of humans.

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He’s trying to fit as many donut holes in his mouth as he physically can.

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corroir:

— “Man, you’re really not from around here, are you?” He wasn’t surprised to see a foreigner. Plenty always came around this time of year for the celebration- who wouldn’t? After all, it may not be a national holiday, but it was pretty widely celebrated by most citizens. Megaman was a hero, one that most people knew well.

— “It’s Zenny here. If you don’t have any, there’s gotta be some conversion robots around. Lots of handy machines for travelers in tourist spots, you know? If you don’t mind me asking, where you from?” — Whether from somewhere faraway or not, he was a little surprised to see someone with this little knowledge, though that didn’t mean he had any intention of being rude.

“Nope. Where I’m from is a bit complicated though. Let’s just keep it as, from my mom.”

A nervous chuckle. He shrugged, looking at the other with an even more nervous-looking grin. “I guess I should look for one of them, though. The conversion robots, I mean. I’ve never even heard of Zenny.”

Really. Really. Didn’t sound like a real form of currency to him -- But then, it happened quite often, that currency ‘didn’t sound like currency’.

“No worries, though. I mean, I live in the States -- so my money’s in US Dollars.”

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neprirodan:

  There was, of course, but merely a moment of surprise at the sudden speed and the fact he now had a gun pointed at his back. Truthfully, there was a hint of amusement yet aggravation at how foolish the teen was acting ( if he really was the slightest bit experienced, he would take the feeling of a difference in power as a warning ). But the Duke made no effort in showing this and merely gave a sigh. 

        He was feeling bored already.

        “Because you managed to dirty my good coat with of your lack of tact. But otherwise, I care because you may end up being a potential threat with that speed and gun of yours, if you do not end up dying sometime soon. With your own stupidity to blame for it.”

   The vampire gives another sigh before getting up properly and finally turning around to properly face Peter, glancing up and down to take a better look at him. “Good grief, to think that guilds would let someone as inexperienced as you out on the field.. Ever heard of something called ‘recoil’? Here,” And so without warning, Dumas rather roughly grabbed the teen by his shoulder and arm to correct his stance –having easily moved behind him. 

    It was tempting to end this all here and now, but something this easy wasn’t worth the trouble. But perhaps, a small snack wouldn’t hurt? Yet, to do that or not..it would depend on how dear Quicksilver were to react to the Duke’s advances.

“Eh.” A shrug of his shoulders -- just before being moved in stance. And that was when he bolted away.

Gritted teeth, furrowed brow -- not something he was entirely used to, that sense of frustration and annoyance. Many were actually far less -- Strong than Dumas seemed to be.

He was usually fast enough to deal with it.

“Don’t touch me!” Tense enough as it was, he practically yelled that -- unexpectedly loudly. He hadn’t expected that, clearly, as he winced from it.

Still -- “Don’t you dare.” Shaking his head in horror and anger and disturbance. He didn’t want to be this guy’s snack! That’s horrible!

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corroir:

— “Ah, yeah, me too. Half the reason I even came for the first three years was because it’s my little brother’s birthday, you know? So I didn’t really care, and I was more like a security guard, but fuck it, why waste good food?” He crossed his arms behind his head, the movement casual as ever.

— Of course, the first time Rock’s birthday was celebrated publicly, he was the one who destroyed public property and almost killed several people. But then again, that was because of an existential crisis. He had a lot of those.

— “Good to know you have good taste,” he said with a little laugh. Though his senses weren’t all that terrific save for hearing, he could still smell the food, though most of it blended together into one vaguely sugary, fried scent. “Sure is. You got money on hand?”

“Ooh, fair enough. Food is good, man.” He chuckled, eyeing the red machine-like boy with some sort of sense of -- well. They seemed to have enough in common. And they definitely got along.

Stopping short at the thought of currency -- Of course he’d need money. Of course! Were US dollars even viable here?

Besides, usually he’d take his treats when he could... But he couldn’t just... steal when someone was talking to him.

“What’s the currency around here?” He reached into his pocket to dig around for anything. “The answer’s probably no, though.”

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antishiva:

          ❝   … ?   ❞

No words had bee spoken, but the questioning in his tone was nearly audible in && of itself. Not that he didn’t trust the person who had warned him, but he was not an intensely trusting person by nature, especially not of people he had never met before. His reasoning ? —— why would someone want to help him at no benefit to themselves ?  Though he supposed that was a product of his past && not of him as a person. Unfortunate that he had difficulty trusting anyone’s good intentions now, but he couldn’t erase or redo the years he had lost, so it was best to carry on && make the best of what he had left.

He half-turned, eyes narrowed, hands relaxed in his pockets but able to be removed at even a second’s notice. Then again, the kid who had warned him didn’t look all that threatening ( though he had learned that those who did not look so could be the most dangerous of all, sometimes ).

          ❝   Doesn’t matter where I’m headed,   ❞   he said casually, betraying his readiness to defend himself if need be.   ❝   There a reason I shouldn’t go that way ?   ❞

There —— a simple, plain question for the other to answer, no room for bullshit.

A sigh -- of course, he wouldn’t be trusted on the outset. Anyone anything like him had reason not to trust.

Not that he knew -- this one’s full details, naturally. But then, when did anyone know the full extent of someone’s suffering (aside from the people whose powers, y’know... actually did that)?

“An argument. Something’s gonna get violent if they see ya. I really wouldn’t recommend it.” Tapping at his side. “I mean, they hate people like us -- mutants n’ the like. Everybody’s afraid of what they don’t know. And sometimes it gets bloody.”

Visibly discomforted by his own statement -- he rubbed at his arm. “I.... Just don’t want someone to get hurt who doesn’t have to.” A pause before adding, “--You don’t have to trust me. You probably don’t.”

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corroir:

— “’Course I don’t! I’m here to have fun, not sit in the corner and brood.” Not for today, anyways. He could brood later. He already did a lot of that. 

— With a little chuckle, he beckoned in his direction as he began to walk, though slow to allow the other to see the sights and move smoothly through the crowd- especially considering the volume of children that could be hurt and heavy Robot Masters that can and would hurt.

— “Well, that’s pretty subjective. The traditional Japanese festival food is always really damn good, but there’s plenty of sweets too, and any good child such as myself is a fan of sugar, robot or not.” He pointed at several street vendors, the sweet scent of candy and fried food floating into the air.

Snort -- “Me too. Though, if I were at home, I’d probably be doing just that.” 

It was true. And his mother would probably tell him to get outside more, as well. Better not to be a couch potato and think about his regrets. At least... not today.

A shrug of his arms -- he was going to move faster for a second, and then saw just how slow the other strolled, following suit.

There were quite a few kids here. It must’ve been a big thing for them. Was Mega Man that popular with the children?

“I’m a huge fan of sugar as well.” Showing his teeth with a grin. And then he sniffed at the air. “... As well as fried food. Is that fried dough?”

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“Yeah, if you don’t mind --!” And a joyous celebration it was -- were heroes usually honored so highly like this? He supposed -- the ones who mattered, anyway -- they were a beacon of hope.

A light in the dark.

There weren’t a lot of those. This so-called Mega Man -- might’ve been one of the very few. If he remembered right, according to what he’d seen, robots were pretty commonplace here -- though humans were still more common -- and Mega Man was one of the androids.

It wasn’t like he was fully ‘human’ himself.

“What’s the best kind?”

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He was beautiful -- with candy-red locks like something straight out of a fairytale. Quicksilver couldn’t deny being in awe of him -- someone who was this gorgeous.

And yet -- at the same time, it frustrated him. Because, how could someone so beautiful -- so personally blessed -- think that anyone would be happier, devoid of their free will?

Was immortality really that awful? Would it make anyone else think that this was better?

He was pretty, maybe. But that was only if you were truly vain -- if the outside was all you cared for. After all, his heart was ugly -- full of selfish values and reasoning.

That was what Quicksilver thought, anyway.

Yet... all the anger he felt, coming here had subsided -- “Y’know?” A chuckle, “I kind of feel sorry for you.”

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Hands shoved behind his head, music in his ears -- Peter Maximoff tapped his foot to the beat of it, lightly pushing his head back and forth. Time passed so... slowly. Just as he was about to pull out a small handheld game -- tiny pixel device, sped up to his level -- someone passed him.

Inopportune timing, mind you -- not only because he was just about to play  said game, but because right around that corner, he could hear an argument that was probably better not to witness.

“Hey.” He leaned forward, waving his hand, speaking slightly quietly. “Where are you headed?”

Quicksilver didn’t consider himself a hero -- but he could see the sharp teeth and unusual eyes this boy had. Potentially, a mutant -- definitely in danger, if he turned that corner.

“Don’t go that way.”