Because he might as well take her word for it, right? If "zombies" exist where she's from, why not other supernatural forces? It's not a hard pill to swallow.]
But that's not so bad. Aside from...losing the arm, period. That's kind of...but I mean, at least it didn't hurt! ...it didn't, right?
It wasn't his fault. I don't think he really knew what he was doing, and it's not like it could have tasted that great. I mean, I think I'm full of enough chemicals to choke a horse at this point?
[is she rambling a little? she's rambling a little. but it's really important to defend the poor guy's honor, since it wasn't like he'd asked to be a werewolf or anything. he'd just been working what he thought was a regular ass catering job. :(]
Uh. Anyway, it doesn't hurt. But that was pretty much the first thing that happened after I left New Orleans, so I didn't know it could...do that...
More inconvenient than anything - it's actually not uncommon though
[Josuke pulls himself back up onto the couch and leans down to grab a couple of pillows to haul up with him. The floor's not comfortable.]
Must have been pretty disorienting, too.
[With any luck, though, maybe she wouldn't go to pieces here?]
Anyway...we're missing the movie, get back up here. Oh! And there was something I've been meaning to tell you about, but it's slipped my mind until now.
[there weren't a lot of options beyond 'understanding' after running into him after he'd changed back, really. but Hazel is more than happy to drop that subject, especially since she's fairly sure they're coming up on a good fight sequence.
she clambers back onto the couch in short order, still trailing the blankets over her head like some kind of superhero with dementia. she looks over at Josuke as she starts fixing herself back into a comfortable position, trying to minimize how much flailing that requires.]
[boy does she remember that. all Hazel got out of the accidental trade was a really nice lower back pillow.]
Sounds professional. [and for once she's not being sassy. there's just something about Italian names and clothes that combine to imply an intimidating amount of quality and knowledge.]
Can I afford that?
[not accusatory, just. hesitant. for all her shrill demands for recompense, this is something really nice Josuke is doing and she doesn't want to ruin it through her own financial shortcomings.]
[Giorno's all business, all the time. Unless he's like, mimicking your speech patterns which is kind of funny. Josuke grins a little thinking about that, but shakes his head a second later at Hazel's question.
Flapping a hand at her, he says...]
Don't worry about it. If it costs anything, I got it covered.
[His fault she lost it, after all. So this is the least he can do. And besides, it'll be like...a one time thing. Not really a huge deal.]
I'm going to walk out of there covered in Armani and Prada if you say stuff like that.
[she's teasing!! but it's easier to joke around like that than actually verbalize her gratitude. even after all the misadventures she's had in Heropa, even taking into account that Josuke really does owe her this...she's still not used to people being nice without conditions attached. like she was a regular girl.
Hazel draws her knees up to her chest, obscuring her face partially as she leans on them. yeah, it was a lot easier just to tease.]
I'll give you this, you've got taste! But try not to break me!
[Because it wouldn't be very fair if she got to walk around in Armani or Prada when he couldn't!
She starts curling up about then, and Josuke's not sure if she's just trying to hide embarrassment or if it's just habit, but he kicks out a leg and pokes her with a socked toe...]
What's up? You're looking more and more like a burrito over there.
[she looks over at that, quirking an eyebrow up wryly. a hand emerges from the blanket nest and hovers threateningly over his foot, promising horrible ticklish retribution if it decides to make any further moves.]
Nothing's up! I'm just trying to get comfortable with the limited space I've got.
[a bad lie combined with a pretty decent joke, but she's counting on the energy she puts into it (and threat of tickling) to carry her through.]
[That's it. He shifts again so he can reach for the popcorn bowl on the table and drag it into his lap. But he doesn't start stuffing his face. Instead, he holds up a kernel and then launches it at her.]
[she's looking at him really flatly again, an expression that is unfortunately turned comical as the kernel bounces right off her forehead without a single flinch.]
Are you seriously wasting food in front of a girl who can't eat anymore? Really?
I'm going to make you eat every single one of these if you don't quit it.
[and by eat she means "I am going to jam these down your throat even if you bite one of my hands off". to show she's serious, Hazel starts collecting the wayward kernels as they fly at her.
she frowns so deeply at him it's quite possible the expression is going to end up permanently etched into her face for the rest of eternity. her first instinct is to flip the bowl of popcorn up into his face, but that's wasting more innocent food and thus only a final resort.
Hazel has a feeling that he already knows this and that's why he's acting with such brazen recklessness. instead of replying like a mature adult, she makes apoplectic incomprehensible noises and hurls the kernels in her hands at him and just hopes to whatever deity continues to torment her that they get lodged in an orifice.]
Oh come on, don't be such a drama queen. It's a piece of popcorn.
[she tries her best to sound nonchalant and faintly irritated, but the not so secret good person buried within is immediately chagrined and worried because what if he's not joking this time..? she frowns, which thankfully could also be read as apathy, and tries to lean forward and get a look at his eye without actually looking like that's what she's doing.]
[Leaning over his legs, groaning because shit shit it hurts Hazel what did you do...except.
Once she's close enough?
Wouldn't you know it, the big faker was faking it! And he's launching forward with the popcorn bowl—which has been in his other hand this entire time!
...and is overturned atop her head a second later.]
Can't believe you fell for it! You really do care, though! Awww!
[He bops the top of the bowl before leaning back and laughing!]
[there's the briefest moment of shock as Hazel falls prey to indulging in her own unconscious compassion, just a breath's worth of her mind trying to process what the fuck just happened, and then she completely melts down.
there's no lunging at his throat in an attempt to throttle him, although her hands continually clench and unclench in front of her as if she's seriously considering the action. it's just a steady stream and low and passionate cursing flowing out from underneath the bowl, impressive in both their unstoppable continuance and the sheer creativity she starts dipping into towards the end.
there's some words that are most definitely not English, borrowed from the shit various magical people have flung at her in the past, and the only coherent sentence that can really be picked out of the mess is something like canceling friendship forever]
What a mouthful. Bet you can't say it again five times fast.
[He tips the bowl off her head and...maybe as a way of saying he's sorry for getting her all worked up and worried, or as a way of saying thank you for coming over and getting his mind off things, he pulls her into a one-armed hug, his other hand...casually picking popcorn kernels out of her hair. Yikes! There sure are a lot.]
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US netflix and CND netflix availability tends to differ hugely...
[Yep. That's it. That's what he has to say.
Because he might as well take her word for it, right? If "zombies" exist where she's from, why not other supernatural forces? It's not a hard pill to swallow.]
But that's not so bad. Aside from...losing the arm, period. That's kind of...but I mean, at least it didn't hurt! ...it didn't, right?
that's so weird :/
[is she rambling a little? she's rambling a little. but it's really important to defend the poor guy's honor, since it wasn't like he'd asked to be a werewolf or anything. he'd just been working what he thought was a regular ass catering job. :(]
Uh. Anyway, it doesn't hurt. But that was pretty much the first thing that happened after I left New Orleans, so I didn't know it could...do that...
More inconvenient than anything - it's actually not uncommon though
[Josuke pulls himself back up onto the couch and leans down to grab a couple of pillows to haul up with him. The floor's not comfortable.]
Must have been pretty disorienting, too.
[With any luck, though, maybe she wouldn't go to pieces here?]
Anyway...we're missing the movie, get back up here. Oh! And there was something I've been meaning to tell you about, but it's slipped my mind until now.
[He hopes it isn't too late...]
get your shit together netflix
she clambers back onto the couch in short order, still trailing the blankets over her head like some kind of superhero with dementia. she looks over at Josuke as she starts fixing herself back into a comfortable position, trying to minimize how much flailing that requires.]
What's up?
seconding this
[That was his fault you lost? Because he remembers it.]
Well, I got this...I know someone who said he'd be able to help you with a new one. His name's Giorno.
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Sounds professional. [and for once she's not being sassy. there's just something about Italian names and clothes that combine to imply an intimidating amount of quality and knowledge.]
Can I afford that?
[not accusatory, just. hesitant. for all her shrill demands for recompense, this is something really nice Josuke is doing and she doesn't want to ruin it through her own financial shortcomings.]
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[Giorno's all business, all the time. Unless he's like, mimicking your speech patterns which is kind of funny. Josuke grins a little thinking about that, but shakes his head a second later at Hazel's question.
Flapping a hand at her, he says...]
Don't worry about it. If it costs anything, I got it covered.
[His fault she lost it, after all. So this is the least he can do. And besides, it'll be like...a one time thing. Not really a huge deal.]
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[she's teasing!! but it's easier to joke around like that than actually verbalize her gratitude. even after all the misadventures she's had in Heropa, even taking into account that Josuke really does owe her this...she's still not used to people being nice without conditions attached. like she was a regular girl.
Hazel draws her knees up to her chest, obscuring her face partially as she leans on them. yeah, it was a lot easier just to tease.]
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[Because it wouldn't be very fair if she got to walk around in Armani or Prada when he couldn't!
She starts curling up about then, and Josuke's not sure if she's just trying to hide embarrassment or if it's just habit, but he kicks out a leg and pokes her with a socked toe...]
What's up? You're looking more and more like a burrito over there.
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Nothing's up! I'm just trying to get comfortable with the limited space I've got.
[a bad lie combined with a pretty decent joke, but she's counting on the energy she puts into it (and threat of tickling) to carry her through.]
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Although, once he has himself back upon his own cushion...]
What do you mean "get comfortable"? I thought it wouldn't make a difference because you can't feel that?
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I can't feel it, sure, but that doesn't mean I have to look stupid. Besides, I can totally tell if the blankets aren't sitting right!
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[That's it. He shifts again so he can reach for the popcorn bowl on the table and drag it into his lap. But he doesn't start stuffing his face. Instead, he holds up a kernel and then launches it at her.]
Now you've got something to defend against!
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Are you seriously wasting food in front of a girl who can't eat anymore? Really?
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[Flicks more popcorn at her.]
I think my hand's got a mind of its own, Hazel! It's possessed or something! L-look out!
[...launches a handful!!]
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[and by eat she means "I am going to jam these down your throat even if you bite one of my hands off". to show she's serious, Hazel starts collecting the wayward kernels as they fly at her.
SHE CAN OVERCOME THIS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL TORTURE]
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Josuke kicks out a leg to start scattering the ones he's thrown, preventing her from collecting more.]
What's that you were saying?
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she frowns so deeply at him it's quite possible the expression is going to end up permanently etched into her face for the rest of eternity. her first instinct is to flip the bowl of popcorn up into his face, but that's wasting more innocent food and thus only a final resort.
Hazel has a feeling that he already knows this and that's why he's acting with such brazen recklessness. instead of replying like a mature adult, she makes apoplectic incomprehensible noises and hurls the kernels in her hands at him and just hopes to whatever deity continues to torment her that they get lodged in an orifice.]
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!!
Josuke claps a hand over one eye and recoils against the arm of the sofa with a yell!]
Ah! Sh-shit, I think...I think it scratched me...!
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[she tries her best to sound nonchalant and faintly irritated, but the not so secret good person buried within is immediately chagrined and worried because what if he's not joking this time..? she frowns, which thankfully could also be read as apathy, and tries to lean forward and get a look at his eye without actually looking like that's what she's doing.]
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Once she's close enough?
Wouldn't you know it, the big faker was faking it! And he's launching forward with the popcorn bowl—which has been in his other hand this entire time!
...and is overturned atop her head a second later.]
Can't believe you fell for it! You really do care, though! Awww!
[He bops the top of the bowl before leaning back and laughing!]
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there's no lunging at his throat in an attempt to throttle him, although her hands continually clench and unclench in front of her as if she's seriously considering the action. it's just a steady stream and low and passionate cursing flowing out from underneath the bowl, impressive in both their unstoppable continuance and the sheer creativity she starts dipping into towards the end.
there's some words that are most definitely not English, borrowed from the shit various magical people have flung at her in the past, and the only coherent sentence that can really be picked out of the mess is something like canceling friendship forever]
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[He tips the bowl off her head and...maybe as a way of saying he's sorry for getting her all worked up and worried, or as a way of saying thank you for coming over and getting his mind off things, he pulls her into a one-armed hug, his other hand...casually picking popcorn kernels out of her hair. Yikes! There sure are a lot.]
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