Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
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Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 26, 2023 0:54:37 GMT 9
“I need you to help me get rid of the suit,” Kazuki said, as grave as declaring a hit on his enemies. It was nearly the last day of the con; by all means, he should not even have the damn thing in his possession anymore, let alone still be wearing it.
“Every time I’ve tried to switch to a regular disguise, my roommate gets rid of it. And if I try to get rid of the Moltres, it just reappears by my bed like fucking Houdini. Nearly gave me a heart attack this morning.” He hopped in sync with M'Foxy, moving lily pad-style over the floes.
“It’s sabotage, but I can’t kill my roommate yet, so help me get rid of the old suit and find some new clothes.” He was not risking Ren feeding his actual clothes to a paper shredder. They would. They’d record it for his official TikTok page. And then he'd be in underwear, at the mercy of their fashion sense, and it would kill him.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 25, 2023 0:22:31 GMT 9
Kazuki snorted at the flirting, having half a mind to throw M'Foxy into the freezing waters. This was not some heroic gesture, this was a ‘You ditched me to play Giant Worm Dating Sims and I’m going to strangle you about it’ gesture.
But the strangling would have to be put on hold. An unholy blast of ice razed the field, nearly upturning the thinner floes. Distractions everywhere—there were the other players, one (ibis) he didn’t recognize and one (Muin) whose face he couldn’t place, but whose voice was unmistakable.
“You think I give a half shit about your hoard of good boy points?” Kazuki hissed, but he grabbed Theron anyway, making to leap for another floe as the raging pool noodle began charging another blast. nCkVxGsr1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 23, 2023 0:34:38 GMT 9
The worm started blasting. Kazuki narrowly got shot off the floe, falling to hands and knees as he braced from the freezing depths. His skin was coated in snow, looking more like ice sculpture than man.
Raising his head, he spotted Theron being treated to the same. But the man finally noticed him.
“The hell do you mean, what am I doing here!?” Kazuki hissed, “I’ve been trying to get your attention!” He stood upright in time to catch the man as he leaped to his platform.
“Oh shit.” It wasn’t the only attention he managed catch. There was a distant groan, the scrape of a long body dragging over snow as two beady eyes set their sights on the two walking targets. w72saarE1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 21, 2023 11:00:46 GMT 9
Atsushi is spared from death by the skin of his Mom’s teeth. The undead woman blinks, as if snapping out of a trance, before unhanding his arm, the young Toddigan and Your Rival on either side of her. The trio begin to clap.
“Congraatulations…”
“Knew… you could… do it…”
“Outstanding…”
It’s the most dismal applause he’s ever gotten, but Atsushi exhales and lies flat on the ground as if he ran a marathon. “You’re all nuts.” His comment is ignored as the three NPCs shuffle away, returning to their default positions. As they move farther from Atsushi, their decaying skin appear to mend and sew themselves, until they disappear from view as average people.
There’s an annoying pinging sound coming from the corner of his UI. His health bar begging for a trip to the shrine. He groans as he pulls himself up. He’s not going anywhere, not yet at least.
“I think we need to talk about this,” he says, baseball bat-blunt as he regards Ada. He gestures between them with a hand that has a chunk bitten out of it. “This, I mean, not the zombies.”
He snickers. “Unless you want to just pretend we never saw each other. Leave everything to last time.” On the phone, at the airport, boarding a flight to Brazil.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 21, 2023 10:26:36 GMT 9
Moltres was back at it again (not at Krispy Kreme). In Kazuki’s defense, it wasn’t so much as him being fixated on the games as he was fixated on an old man. No, not that one. The other one.
He followed Cygnus in a stealthy waddle, unable to shout for his attention, plus his texts were being left on read—he was getting the Ren treatment here too—and after seeing Theron disappear into a booth, he was quick to follow suit, selecting his in-game character.
Kazuki spawned into immediate regret, getting blasted with arctic temperatures. The only reason he did not chafe to death was thanks to programming magic. Gritting his teeth, he chased after M'Foxy, leaping across floes, only stopping when he saw that giant Sanrio worm emerge. It may look like a bastardized Furby, but he had been playing Pokemon long enough to know better. In this world, even Furbies could kill. xW34NfYX1d101d10 1d10·1d10
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 21, 2023 10:03:58 GMT 9
Yuze laughs at his comment, Kazuki raising a brow because he was, in fact, completely serious. “Unless you’re a goth, I don’t see any reason why you’d choose to dress like a cultist.” He scoffs. “And talk like one.”
It’s a conversation cut short as M'Foxy does a vocal 180, her avatar distorting until it’s unrecognizable. By the time Kazuki finally dislodges a ‘what the fuck’ from his throat, she’s transformed—into his coach on the weekends, complete with grilling shirt.
“What the fuck,” he repeats, because once is not nearly enough.
The world does not wait for him to pick up his brain. It steamrolls forward, M’Foxy—now calling herself Theron—proceeds with an introduction suited for a reality TV show segment; personal tidbits, infuriatingly human despite the mortifying insinuations. Does it even count as insinuations if the fucking thing admits it’s snapping up M’Foxy’s memories?
And all the while, Yuze plays along, takes to it as if he’s the interviewer of a much-awaited contestant. Parasite.
The word makes his skin itch; it irritates him as if the epidermis is too thin and too small to contain a great volume.
“Are you asshats really just going to sit here and have tea?” he spits, disgusted at Theron puppeteering his friend’s body, at Yuze doing nothing except mutter nonsense to himself. Where a voice once occupied the back of his mind, all that’s left is a seed of thought that flourishes in a verdant garden.
He’s not going to just idle and listen to a parasite spew—nuclear launch codes, or whatever the fuck.
“Fuck you.” Lightning crackles over his skin, crawling down to skip across the church’s damp tile. A sensation like a sceptre slammed on marble; spurs on a horse’s flank—
“AND FUCK OFF!”
—and he launches at the parasite lounging on the chancel steps with the intention to crush.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 17, 2023 12:57:15 GMT 9
The sharp Kitten unleashes hits Sprigatito’s eardrums, and he whines, wiggling to get away, but it only rocks the tumbleweed of kittens even faster. This isn’t fun at all! (Okay, maybe a little bit, but it’s not fun if Kitten isn’t having fun.) <Too loud, Kitten!>
On the other side of the arena, the hurricane once known as Combusken is panicking. She slams her feet on the ground, tries reaching for an obsidian handhold, trying to hit that brake—but to no avail. She lets out a distressed noise as she spots Kitty, imagining a tiny puffball launched off into the abyss by her gale—and she makes a decision; if she can’t stop, she’ll just move.
In the midst of this chaos, the players fight relentlessly. Kazuki slams punches and kicks against Verai’s armor, his flames extinguished save for wisps of odorless smoke weaving along his tendons, pulled by his movements.
An ugly sneer at the sound of his name. “Shut up.” The barrage is unending, even as recoil sets with the moves chosen. He attacks as if tearing through his own body. “This is it? This is what my power is wasted on? What I grow weak for?”
He watches the shift in Verai’s face, the glaze that shadows his eyes, but his alarm goes unheard. His face does not twitch.
Not even when a blade is shoved at his head, his body ducking and stepping close. He grabs Verai’s wrist, tight as a shackle, twisting it, his other hand grabbing Verai’s jaw and yanking him down until he is looking him in the eyes, every word being planted directly into his thick skull.
“You are a disappointment, Verai. A heathen pretending to be a hero.” He chuckles, looking into the anguish that paints the man’s features, as if drinking wine. As if inhaling the scent of blood and the sound of distant screams. “And you know, don’t you?” His voice drops to whisper against his hand, where it holds Verai’s mouth shut. “That when it matters most, you can’t save the little you hold dear.”
The call for help is unheard. Sprigatito can’t see what’s happening with the trainers this far away, but what he can see is danger fast approaching. <Look out!> he squeaks, thrashing to roll their tumbleweed behind a rock as something zooms straight past them, fast enough to tear fur.
Combusken’s eyes widen, seeing endless abyss stretch before her. She’s shunted off the edge of the island, only to explode in a high-powered FLAME CHARGE, pulling off some Smash bros. shit and returning to the platform.
{Prompts}
Kazuki (Player) - get a running start - take a hit on a non-essential part of your body - get blood in your eyes - use a move with over 100 base power - use a move with recoil
Sprigatito - carefully line up a precision shot - anticipate a move before it hits - bide your time - observe your environment carefully - take cover
Combusken - use a fire or electric-type move - create a loud sound - describe a visually dazzling move - say a one-liner as you attack - pull off an unbelievable stunt
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 14, 2023 19:10:35 GMT 9
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STELLS!have birday bnuuy!!
Sending Scorbunny as a birthday gift
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 10, 2023 6:11:58 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822979338752051/200x200_obscured2~png Atsushi could practically feel the punch forming in his hand. There was no denying he was pissed: his patience thinned by the jet lag, the pain, and dealing with some uptight shmuck at the airport.
But the stranger set him with a steady glare, a raised chin — not a single flinch as he was grabbed. The edge of Atsushi’s mouth twitched, his fingers curling tighter into the rumpled fabric.
Whatever he intended to do then was interrupted by the screams of two obnoxious as shit voices, only one of which Atsushi can recognize. His hand was wrenched away by the guy — holy shit, that was some grip strength — and something in his brain lagged as the insufferable prick met his eyes and said the name Bria.
Atsushi opened his mouth — to scream.
“I am so sorry about that, Miyagawa-san!” Ren laughed as they slid into view, hands raised in an ‘I come in peace’ gesture despite having just kicked Atsushi in the leg. (Not in any important bits, relax.) “My friend isn’t usually so — like that. Planes just make him cranky. But he really is a chill dude!”
“Ren,” Atsushi rasped, bent over, his hand digging into the meat of his thigh. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Yeah sure, House M.D., can’t wait to see you pull that off.” They grabbed him by the jacket as if holding the scruff of a small animal. “First, let's grab those bags you missed.” They grinned and winked at Bria as they hustled Atsushi away. “Kitcat, I’ll see you at the con! I gotta wrangle this old man to a retirement home first.”
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 10, 2023 6:10:21 GMT 9
Kazuki blinked at the question; it brought him back to when Verai had told him he had searched for him — followed him straight to the unknown.
How long had the raid lasted? When he leaves this session, what awaited him was a day of painful rehabilitation. His coach had set him on a plan to re-train him after months of stagnation. He would be wrecked by the end of the day.
“Yeah, I will.” Fuck it. This game was basically a dream, wasn’t it? The hauntingly lucid kind. Two birds with one stone: He can get rested and spend time with the man who haunts his dreams.
There was a pause. Questions sat on his tongue, but none of them escaped. All Kazuki gave was a lazy smile and the words: “You know where to find me.” As his grip on Verai squeezed for a moment, before letting go.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 9, 2023 18:17:59 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1132721864842682438/ivory-black-painted-swatch-300x300~png This should break him. His body — it is being broken. Pansear holds his pride close to his heart; he is aware of his strengths, his weaknesses. He is a common pokemon, and his asset is in mind, not body — not like his trainer or his teammates. He had seen his departure from the team a mile away.
But he is still a part of the team. He is still worthy. He does not deserve to be abandoned here.
He has apprentices to return to; a young Chimchar to raise. His foolhardy trainer will not be able to rein in their hodgepodge team without his guidance. He has recipes to try. Loved ones to feed.
He cannot die.
The monkey grits his teeth. He is summoning fire from the depths of his core. He takes the silence he has been unwittingly plunged in — his world changed forever — and molds it into peace.
The fire bubbles up his throat, and detonates there as the nozzle is clamped shut with fangs.
It is an instant kill.
As he fades, vision turning to black, he sees something beyond the tar beast that has slain him. Red eyes. His trainer’s are green.
Who are you?
The world disappears, and he is plunged back into a deep, embryonic sleep.
PANSEAR HP: 0/100
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 9, 2023 3:39:55 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147842896519757855/200x200_moltres~png This guy was weird. Cosplayers, as Kazuki was quickly coming to learn, were damn strange, and his revelations would only continue to stack upon each other as the stranger pulled out the journal, revealing a phone cut into the pages.
“What,” he said, “the fuck.”
On one hand, he knew people liked to embellish how they looked in the game — it was stranger for you not to — but it still didn’t undercut the impact of learning his fellow serial Duraludon killer was actually a full grown man and not a six-eared, five-tailed fox lady.
Actually, thinking about it now— this might be kinder to his psyche.
He still had his jaw on the floor when Foxy pulled out of the beak, frozen as he watched him do a near-perfect imitation of UNOVR’s notorious senior scientist. Ren had taught him a term for these types of people — the definition had apparently been ‘the epitome of cringe’ — but for the life of him, Atsushi could not recall.
The prescription was then shoved into Moltres’ mouth. It stuck to Atsushi’s cheek. He peeled it off and blinked at the number.
“That’s one way to get someone’s digits,” he mumbled, pulling up his phone.
After spending a concerning amount of time just standing there with its mouth open, Moltres shook back to life. “Oho! Why would I need a pharmacist when you’re right here?” the high-pitched voice hissed. And then, lower, so as not to be heard by anyone else: “Help. Me.”
But his eyes caught something in the crowd. A familiar shirt and lanyard. Squinting eyes scraping the crowd, only to land on him.
“Shit.” Chicken wings flapped as he pivoted, putting the Mickey voice back on. “Gotta go! Getting— uh, pills! Moltres needs lozenges! Bye!”
He skedaddled like a baby penguin pursued by a giant petrel.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
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Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 9, 2023 3:39:53 GMT 9
While most people would find the threat of having their arms broken a bit of a deal breaker, Kazuki could only snicker, stifling a laugh, his eyes bright with satisfaction over the perfect response.
There were no violins on his end, his music taking the form of the Shrine’s low hum, the shuffle of bodies against grass, and the sounds he could pull from the man under him. He did not need a symphony to feel at peace; to feel hope. He could feel it under his fingertips. It was warm, and beat like a pulse.
He hummed at the sound of his name, though it wasn’t until he heard Verai’s request that he stopped trying to rid him of breath. (It was fun to test him even in this.) He made his annoyance known, nipping as he pulled away.
“What?” he raised a brow. “Tired already?”
To be fair, Verai did look breathless enough as it was.
And he literally just got back from fighting a war in the sky.
Kazuki snorted, but got up, freeing Verai of his weight. “Fine. Come on, then.” His hands moved, sliding over forearms and wrists to lock into palms. He pulled him up.
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 9, 2023 3:39:51 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822551632990318/200x200_civilian2~png His eyes narrow as she continues the call, hearing every word, as she had intended. She had failed his dare, but what she had done was still useful; it told him about the man on the phone, and even more about herself.
Whoever this woman is, she’s not Tuesday — but she’s close. Tuesday without the charisma. Sugar-free T-Fuel, served cold; cold to the point the can bent. But she’s compliant, bound by some sort of obligation, presumably deep pockets.
Atsushi massages his temple as the woman makes a show of putting on an earbud, stowing the phone as requested. It’s strange, really. Everything she has done has made the message blindingly clear:
I don’t trust you, and you cannot trust me.
Yet she asks him about his day. She sits with him on the greasy, dusty staircase in the cold backroom and tries to relate to him. Her exhaustion is genuine. There is no reason it shouldn’t be.
“Why do you think?” he growls, gesturing to the costume still pooling around his waist. The beads of sweat that roll down his skin as if he’s a chilled water bottle in the summer. He hunches over the mascot helmet, turning his face away from her. “That’s all you’re getting out of me about this. You’ve made it clear I can’t trust you.”
If she has that fancy little earbud, who’s to say what else she has? Bodycams? Perhaps she had spots around the venue bugged, like some kind of spy. Atsushi doesn’t understand why she would, but it’s better to assume the worst when he’s being recorded. He has been burned countless times by people he thought he could trust — by places he thought were safe. There is no such thing as privacy in this day and age.
“And just so you know, Tuesday—” because she— he is listening, there is no one else he can think of who would benefit from such an intricate stunt “—this ‘body double’ shit isn’t a good look. It’s giving terrorist or pervert vibes and I’m leaning to the latter considering what you’ve done in the game.”
Atsushi huffs, moving to untie his hair. The strands have come loose, soaked through and clinging to his neck like tendrils. Itchy. “It’s funny, though. I didn’t think tricking people into wearing thigh highs was something you also did in real life.”
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Kazuki
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You Can't Take Me
The Creed
Posts: 883
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Himura Atsushi
OOC Username: Sleepy
Arena Points: 113
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Post by Kazuki on Sept 9, 2023 3:39:49 GMT 9
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/847006452118978590/1147822979338752051/200x200_obscured2~png Now see, Ren was usually a pro when it came to bullshit. They had been dealing with Atsushi for years, which is basically like playing bullshit on tactician mode. They could not be affected by it, and chose not to perceive it most days unless it could be exploited for clout and profit.
The problem was. The problem was that the current bullshit involved the best person ever’s dad and that meant they couldn’t just redirect the conversation back to dye jobs and Bria’s cute style.
Sometimes Ren had to wonder why life clowned on them so hard.
“Oh, save it,” they dismissed her apology with a wave of their hand. “If you apologize, then I’ll have to say sorry because mine is usually like this.”
Taking in a deep breath, they turned to baggage claim and curled their hands around their mouth.
“Yo, BITCH!” That made the stupid bastard turn to them, but his hand was already curled into Bria’s dad’s collar. Goddamn it. “You cut that shit out right now! Jail won’t be the worst thing you’ll be in if Miss A finds out you started a fight on touchdown! BODY. BAGS.”
“SHUT UP, REN!”
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