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"You've hit up Rahzel! Too bad you can't bask in my glorious presence right now. I mean- sorry I can't come to the phone right now, I'm probably off saving the world from giant naked cannibals or shopping till I drop. Leave me a message and I'll get right back to you! Have a good day~!"
BEEEeeeep!

Rahzel Anadis
#1446 Holly Heights
Bro
brooooo

[text] [calls] [physical mail (presents~] [action] [web stuff]

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As long as there's been no foul play! You know I'd hate that.

[ surprisingly, he doesn't contest it too much-- he'd ask if he can couchsurf sometimes, but he's not gonna bother because he's going to do it anyway. he's pretty sure that she won't mind, and the others can pretty much fuck off, for all he cares. for now. ]

I'm thinking of wandering around a bit before settling in. I'm allergic to marital commitments! ♥

I know. That's the cut of your jib, afterall. We can't have people taking your hard earned position!

[Rahzel is on insta-alert-suspicion when he doesn't wheedle and whine and march over to the house to make ridiculous and embarrassing demands that sign his death warrant. Note to self, go home and get a chainsaw just in case there is a tree by her bedroom window for proper peep-age use.

Her mouth thins into a little line, though whether it's apprehension or worry or- well, alright, it's a bit of both, add a dash of disappointment at the reminder and you have Rahzel a la cart! a la Hi-tan, anyway. She knows him, she knows he's not just going to accept all this when the time comes]

You're gonna be allergic to my....foot...in a minute. That was a bad one, pretend I didn't say that. We can hang around for however long you want~ You don't have to like these people. You don't even have to seek them out. But it'll be much easier if you don't take this out on them. Or yourself. They're just as much the victim as we are.

[She tugs at his earlobe gently and smiles a smile she hopes is reassuring.] And I'll be right there with you, okay?

[ he watches as she talks, with that mild fascination he always has when she says anything. he doesn't think rahzel could ever have the capability not to surprise him, really, not that she's trying or anything: that's what fascinates him the most about her, let's be real, and he's not averse to letting her see it. for a guy that likes to play other people's hands before his own, always, he's weirdly sincere in front of this girl on occasion.

there's a beat, languid fascination making way for one of those slightly-exasperated smiles, a tilt of the head and a faint shrug of the shoulders. ]

They're women, so I'll be nice.

[ what a completely misogynistic and piglike thing to say, hi-tan... but it's mostly a concession (not that he was gonna barge in and terrorize these poor p-- ok, that's entirely likely), and he shifts rahzel in his arms, holding her up with one so he can wave the other, carelessly. ]

Unlike some people, I can make friends. Don't be too surprised when you hear this, but I'm a likeable guy when I want to be.

[ bullshit levels: rising ]

I just need to be terrorized into it by a pretty princess.

[She lets out a very ladylike snort at that and slaps him on the shoulder, though no amount of exasperation can mask how pleased she is. He's at least taken some of her words to heart. He's a grown ass man and he doesn't have to listen to her by any means, but he does, and even if he doesn't always agree, he respects her opinion. That earns him some brownie points, uwaaah! There's a pause, like she's relieved, was bracing for more bad news, like all the Different Things would infect Hi-tan the instant he got out of his space suit and breathed in the atmosphere. But no, some things never change, and she's infinitely grateful.]

That's a good boy. Practice saying woof woof mistress! and I'm sure they'll love you. Enough to make you crawl around on your knees and do their bidding at least.

[Raise your bullshit some factual evidence] You have two friends. You're terrible at making friends. You're about as bad as Alzeid, and he usually points the bang-y end of the gun at new friends first. [Grin] I've made a couple of buddies here, though. Princess Rahzel will teach you the ropes, young padawan~! That'll be your soul as payment, please.

Edited (DAMMIT TYPOS) 2013-08-09 10:10 (UTC)

[ someone who looks far too pleased about selling his soul to a 14-year-old girl: check. they're moving past the residential area into the entertainment district, and baroqueheat sets rahzel down onto the pavement, gently, rolling his shoulders and looking distinctly satisfied with where he is, despite everything else that's missing. ]

Don't lump me in with Prince Buzzkill, some of that hopeless virgin grumpiness might rub off on me.

[ and besides, he has...branowen...and her robot, kotetsu... that makes 4 friends. yes. ]

And, sure thing. You can teach me in bed, slowly and carefully, one step at a time. ♥ You've had my soul for a while already, so I've already made the down payment.

[ he pats her on the head, though, despite his ASSHOLE comments, and pops a cig into his mouth. ]

I think that rubbing off on you is the least of your worries given your friction clause.

[Didn't Kotetsu punch him through a door....is that what friendship is? ...actually that seems like that's his type; Eyeroll of the nth degree, she starts to aim a grin his way at that old familiar affection--

and ultimately slugs him in the gut at such innuendo towards someone so innocent!!]

I'm afraid I don't give lessons willy nilly to corpses~ I changed my mind, you can serve me by never opening your mouth ever again, not even to inhale.

[In lieu of this and the sour note to her mouth that's more bark than bite, she grabs his hand in hers and starts to lead him deeper, passing establishments and innocent bystanders witnessing such heartwarming friendship (only to stop and stare and wonder) alike]

[ a laugh, and he lets her lead him through the forest of npcs and people he doesn't recognize, but that's nothing new-- it's almost like any other day, except for alzeid not being there, and the fact that rahzel is voluntarily taking his hand, praise the lord. ]

Then I'm happy to listen!

[ this actually isn't a lie, and as he draws a long breath of smoke and exhales it upwards, he shares a private little smile ("watch and learn, al-bou") as he walks a little behind rahzel, boots clomping against the asphalt. ]

So tell me about what you've been doing. Anything and everything, fill me in-- how long have I been 'gone'?

We've been separated for about a month. Isn't that something?

[She refuses to look over her shoulder (tensely set) at him, hand tightening on his, as if making sure that isn't just air, her fingers aren't grasping at nothing. Everything would be more okay now that this stupid, grabby, warm hand is in hers. Finally, she does glance at him, grinning]

I've been meeting people and trying to figure out how to start a big enough smoke signal to alert the national guard! Without alerting the police here, too. I'm much too cute and civilized to go to jail. Again. I think I've got an accomplice, though.

[She looks so goddamn proud once the next statement pops out of her mouth]

My good idea nickname book has been smoking with new ones, too! It's a big hit, just like I knew it'd be.

[ a month. he still can't really believe it, this weird discrepancy in time, but he figures that there are probably weirder things in this town-- the fact that they're here, for one. he digests it, notes it for consideration later, because right now rahzel is being endearing and he's going to savor it, savor her smile and his cig. it's the little things. ]

Do you ever not find accomplices? I'm afraid you're gonna start up a gang. Keep the right-hand man slot open, okay?

[ he laughs at the mention of nicknames, too, raising a brow and looking appropriately curious. ]

Alright, toss a few nicknames at me. I'll rate them.

[The sad part is she looks as if she's actually considering it, really ponders]

Do you think I'd still look cute, chic and intimidating with a do-rag? I don't fancy having gold fillings, though...what would we name ourselves? The Shizzle Princesses, perhaps. [Grin] Of course I'll leave a slot open for my footstool! Why, I'd be lost in my grill without you!

[That grin of hers turns cheekier and cheekier, what a great job well done expression she's showcasing] Right-o, number two critic! Anti-Pushups is one, C minus Rump, Hole-kun, Asshole Stunt Double...to name a few I'm really proud of. Amazing, right?

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You've got Mail!

no you are talking about yourself!!

UHM NO I MOST DEFINITELY ABSOLUTELY MEAN YOU I will fight you dammit

A FIGHT TO THE DEATH IT SHALL BE

EN GARDE! but i'll shut up about it now (gomen)...just know my...feels

so kawaii my heart can't take it...

d-doki doki ps if theres anywhere specif u think they should go tell me, i was gonna pick agito idk?

I'M FINE WITH ANYTHING...! also if you don't want this all in your inbox, we could log... i'm gomen

agito it is tho idk much about it also no gomens needed, I'm cool with w/e's easier 4 u?

i'm ok with whatever!! i just don't want to clutter your IC inbox...!

ok here we go! setting le log up pronto