[While Hazel sets up the movie, Josuke crashes into his corner of the sofa and attempts to get comfortable. After several minutes of tugging one blanket over him and then shoving it back off again, adjusting the pillows behind him, and switching positions multiple times, he finally stops fidgeting as Hazel takes her seat and the movie begins playing.
Is the silence that follows as awkward for her as it is for him? He's not sure, but it feels kind of like it might be. Is that why he thinks can feel her glancing his way periodically? Or maybe...maybe she just needs something? Who knows.
He waits until he can tell she's looking before turning to look at her.]
[so casual and subtle that her eyeballing gets her caught. good work as usual, Lockwood. Hazel flaps her hand a little too hard, trying her best not to look like she was just being weird.]
I couldn't tell if I wasn't anyway.
[a lie, but her current comfort isn't exactly at the forefront of her mind. maybe in like half an hour when she ends up laying upside-down on the couch or something.
for now she nudges her discarded shoes with a foot, letting the silence settle back down onto them for a beat or two. she finally gathers herself up for another comment, actually managing a casual conversational tone this time.]
I was just thinking about how bored you must be, really.
[yeah, that's good and not awkward. making up point for that last fumble here.]
[Actually, he's not really sure if it makes sense at all. Sure, he knows she can't feel much of anything, but...well, she has to have a preferred position for sitting in, right? And what about having enough room? Maybe he should kick his legs off the sofa...?
Josuke looks away. And awkwardly eyes Hazel's shoes on the floor where his gaze lands. Why didn't he ask her to leave those at the door? Must have just...slipped his mind. Like a lot of things are seeming to do tonight.]
Anyway, I'm not bored. [Does he seem bored, he wonders?] We haven't really hung out since we went to the mall, so...it seemed like a good thing to do.
[This late at night. Sure, why not. It's not like she sleeps or anything.]
An hour before midnight? Didn't tell me one of your superpowers was not needing sleep anymore.
[she leans back, sort of half-disappearing into the mound of blankets thrown onto the couch behind her. Hazel's tone makes it clear that this is the last time she's going to prod at this issue if he doesn't want to bother with it, but also that she's aware his excuses are as poor as hers usually are.]
[...Here's the thing. He could tell her that he wanted company to help blow off steam because his old man said something stupid and it kind of hurt, tell her that he knew the city might be shut down with it being after business hours now and that most sensible people were trying to catch some shuteye, tell her that he knew at least she'd be awake, but no matter how he tries to phrase all of that in his head? It sounds selfish and insensitive and while it's all true, he doesn't feel like making her feel as bad as he does.
Maybe a partial truth, then?]
I can't sleep right now, okay? Too much on my mind.
[And obviously he doesn't want to think about it too much. Because if he thinks about it, he'll feel like banging his head against a wall. Why? Because no matter how hard he tries to wrap his head around what Joseph said, it still sounded like a shot taken at him and...what the hell did he do to deserve that? He'd thought things were going great! He was actually flying high for a couple of minutes, really glad his old man was lightening up for a change and seeming like he was going to trust him to be able to handle himself in a dangerous situation!
...he pauses, frowning at the blankets knotting between his hands. Then glances sidelong at Hazel. Squished into...her blankets like she's being swallowed alive by a giant flannel monster. He relaxes a little and smiles.]
Anyway, what's the big deal? It's not like you live far, and we're friends, right? I should be able to invite you over in the middle of the night to stay up with me and watch movies until the break of dawn!
Hey, you won't hear me complaining. You're a hell of a lot more fun than War and Peace - which is what they've been playing on the movie channel for the past week, by the way.
[distraction? Hazel can definitely be a distraction from heavy thoughts. she's been nothing but that to herself since being resurrected, doggedly throwing herself into everything from phone apps to classic literature to keep her mind from wandering during the long nights.
if that's what Josuke needs right now, she can absolutely give that to him. it's what friends do, right? worst comes to worst, she breaks out the swamp werewolf story.]
Just don't expect me to try and braid your hair after we blow through all the movies.
You shoulda come over sooner, in that case. I'm loads more fun than War and Peace.
[He shakes his head before turning his attention to the television...and frowning at the slapfest between the supposed hero and some woman.
The 80's, man. The 80's. How was that kind of thing ever okay?]
Oh, and if you touch my hair, we're gonna have a problem. I got a whole arsenal of pillows right here, in case you haven't noticed. And I won't hesitate to lay you flat.
[it was alright to shove women around in the 80s because their shoulderpads and big hair protected them from real harm. it was like business armor.]
You can't lay me flat, that would require my being able to feel any of that. [she leans forward a little and wiggles her fingers at him] Besides, it's that or I paint your nails.
i dled this and it has no subs but i'm still watching it jfc lmfao
Who walks around with pockets full of nail polish? Come on.
[she meets his horrified look with a flat one of her own. the bottles would get broken so super fast, be reasonable here dude. once her hands gets whapped, she sits up a little more so she can get a handle on the pillows he's leaning against and yank.]
And what I mean is that no matter how many times you knock me over, I'm just going to get back up! I can do it until you pass out!
i need to find a subbed version or something lmfao
Anyway...sdfsajggkajdfhg flailing after the pillow she grabbed because come on did you not see how long it took him to get comfortable, give that back!]
So what you're saying is that you're one of those clown bopper things!
[Tugging on the pillow.]
yeah, i've only ever seen it in bits and pieces because netflix never has it on instant. >:(
[nope nope, you're going to have to fight her for it! Hazel falls backwards onto the couch to escape his lunge, pulling the contraband close against her chest. she is completely prepared to roll into some fetal position and roll right off the couch to protect it if she has to, don't think she won't.]
No, I'm like some kind of underweight boxer. And I'm going all the way to the championship.
[Dammit, Hazel! He will fight you for it, even if it means pulling the pillow apart and feathers or stuffing or whatever everywhere! ...because he can fix it again, after. So no biggie, right?]
Boxer![An unseemly and loud laugh!] Man, you wish. You're more like some kind of underweight kid about to get blown over by a storm!
[And, grabbing with his free hand one of the blanket corners, he tugs it down over Hazel's head before yanking the pillow out of her grasp.
And bopping her with it.
...yeah, this is a good distraction. He's starting to feel a lot better.]
Hazel yelps in surprise, the sound hitching up a few octaves as she's almost immediately smacked by an invisible plush weapon after everything goes blanket-colored. why does this keep happening???]
I'll show you a goddamn storm!
[and with this obviously very intimidating battlecry she flies in the direction that she knows Josuke is sitting in like some kind of fleece-lined ghost of vengeance]
THEY TAKE EVERYTHING OFF. or never put it on. ever.
But it is effective in trapping him. There's not exactly room to dodge, and going over the coffee table would mean soda and popcorn everywhere, not to mention the noise and how it might wake his roomies. So, instead? It looks like he's getting bowled off the couch by a screaming blanket-ghost and trying hard to shush her...while laughing. It's super effective!
It's really not.
Can't even see the movie now for the popcorn bowl in the way...but he's got a clear shot of blanket-ghost's head again, so he takes it. FIST OF A THOUSAND PILLOWS! ...okay it's more like two but whatever.]
only the things you love, all the shit remains forever. >:T
[yes, this is obviously what her brilliant strategy had intended all along. because she totally had a strategy instead of just running in (literally) blind.
the pillow barrage exacerbates her already addled sense of spatial awareness quite effectively, tangling her up in the blankets further every time she tries to fight her way towards a corner and pull them off. she flops around with admirable energy, flailing at whatever might possibly be Josuke in the vain hopes of landing a single, earth shattering blow. in reality, if anything actually finds its mark, it's more of a gentle pap.
if you listen really closely, you can hear her softly crying over the terrible situation she's found herself in.]
Nooooo, my title shot...
hey, there's still SOME good stuff on it...for now.
[Ahhhhh, all those gentle pap-paps are getting to him! Oh no! What's a guy to do!]
Oh my god, you're brutal, I think I'm gonna bruise! Or break! Hazel, stop! I can't put myself back together again!
[There's probably some obnoxious table bumping going on as they flail at each other, blanket-hands and pillow-hands exchanging counters until her soft boo-hooing (ahahaha...boo. because she's a blanket-ghost, get it? ...) can be heard. At which point in time he stops the assault and drops the pillows. Doesn't for a second buy that she's actually crying, but still lifts a corner of the blanket and peeks under at her.]
...need a tissue?
i'm just waiting for them to take His Girl Friday off and really send me spinning
[beneath the twisted mass of blankets lies quite possibly the most baleful look a pseudo-human has ever given someone. there's a brief moment where it seems like she's either going to burst into another bootyblasted response -
aaaaand then her fingers fly out, aimed for Josuke's nose again.
THIS IS APPARENTLY THE ONLY COURSE OF ACTION SHE HAS THAT WORKS ON HIM, DESPERATE TIMES ETC ETC ETC]
Not that it should take more than one time of having someone jam their fingers up your nose for you to learn not to let it happen again.
He grabs her hand inches away from his face...and dramatically tsk-tsks at her.]
I can't believe you were gonna try that again. You have any idea how gross that is?
[Never mind that it's certainly not the most comfortable feeling in the world. Just because YOU don't have feelings doesn't mean you can compromise his, Hazel!]
oh my god please watch it, it is one of the best films ever and not just because Cary Grant
[she gazes at him flatly, completely unimpressed and maybe a little irritated that she is not going to have to actually be fast or something to pull that off in the future. ruining her limited repertoire of tricks here!!]
If you have any idea where my hands have been at this point, you wouldn't be asking that question.
I wonder if CND Netflix has it...I'll have to check!
[If you're trying to gross him out with that, Hazel...it's not gonna work. Firstly, because your hands are pretty clean right now, and that's what matters. And secondly, this sounds too much like the time he told Rohan he forgot to wash his hands after taking a shit. It's a ruse. HE'S ONTO YOU.]
What's the worst?
it's a super old movie, so i'd be surprised if they didn't
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.
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Is the silence that follows as awkward for her as it is for him? He's not sure, but it feels kind of like it might be. Is that why he thinks can feel her glancing his way periodically? Or maybe...maybe she just needs something? Who knows.
He waits until he can tell she's looking before turning to look at her.]
...comfy?
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I couldn't tell if I wasn't anyway.
[a lie, but her current comfort isn't exactly at the forefront of her mind. maybe in like half an hour when she ends up laying upside-down on the couch or something.
for now she nudges her discarded shoes with a foot, letting the silence settle back down onto them for a beat or two. she finally gathers herself up for another comment, actually managing a casual conversational tone this time.]
I was just thinking about how bored you must be, really.
[yeah, that's good and not awkward. making up point for that last fumble here.]
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[Actually, he's not really sure if it makes sense at all. Sure, he knows she can't feel much of anything, but...well, she has to have a preferred position for sitting in, right? And what about having enough room? Maybe he should kick his legs off the sofa...?
Josuke looks away. And awkwardly eyes Hazel's shoes on the floor where his gaze lands. Why didn't he ask her to leave those at the door? Must have just...slipped his mind. Like a lot of things are seeming to do tonight.]
Anyway, I'm not bored. [Does he seem bored, he wonders?] We haven't really hung out since we went to the mall, so...it seemed like a good thing to do.
[This late at night. Sure, why not. It's not like she sleeps or anything.]
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[she leans back, sort of half-disappearing into the mound of blankets thrown onto the couch behind her. Hazel's tone makes it clear that this is the last time she's going to prod at this issue if he doesn't want to bother with it, but also that she's aware his excuses are as poor as hers usually are.]
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Maybe a partial truth, then?]
I can't sleep right now, okay? Too much on my mind.
[And obviously he doesn't want to think about it too much. Because if he thinks about it, he'll feel like banging his head against a wall. Why? Because no matter how hard he tries to wrap his head around what Joseph said, it still sounded like a shot taken at him and...what the hell did he do to deserve that? He'd thought things were going great! He was actually flying high for a couple of minutes, really glad his old man was lightening up for a change and seeming like he was going to trust him to be able to handle himself in a dangerous situation!
...he pauses, frowning at the blankets knotting between his hands. Then glances sidelong at Hazel. Squished into...her blankets like she's being swallowed alive by a giant flannel monster. He relaxes a little and smiles.]
Anyway, what's the big deal? It's not like you live far, and we're friends, right? I should be able to invite you over in the middle of the night to stay up with me and watch movies until the break of dawn!
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[distraction? Hazel can definitely be a distraction from heavy thoughts. she's been nothing but that to herself since being resurrected, doggedly throwing herself into everything from phone apps to classic literature to keep her mind from wandering during the long nights.
if that's what Josuke needs right now, she can absolutely give that to him. it's what friends do, right? worst comes to worst, she breaks out the swamp werewolf story.]
Just don't expect me to try and braid your hair after we blow through all the movies.
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[He shakes his head before turning his attention to the television...and frowning at the slapfest between the supposed hero and some woman.
The 80's, man. The 80's. How was that kind of thing ever okay?]
Oh, and if you touch my hair, we're gonna have a problem. I got a whole arsenal of pillows right here, in case you haven't noticed. And I won't hesitate to lay you flat.
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You can't lay me flat, that would require my being able to feel any of that. [she leans forward a little and wiggles her fingers at him] Besides, it's that or I paint your nails.
i dled this and it has no subs but i'm still watching it jfc lmfao
Anyway, Josuke laughs at Hazel's statement.]
You don't need to feel a thing for me to floor you! What even gave you that idea?
[And in response to her waggling fingers, he whaps her hand with a pillow.]
No polish! ...besides, where would you even get any? [A beat, and then a vaguely horrified look.] You didn't bring some, did you?
[Because he's sure as shit not sleeping if she did.]
IT'S A GOOD MOVIE and the climax fight is siiiiiick
[she meets his horrified look with a flat one of her own. the bottles would get broken so super fast, be reasonable here dude. once her hands gets whapped, she sits up a little more so she can get a handle on the pillows he's leaning against and yank.]
And what I mean is that no matter how many times you knock me over, I'm just going to get back up! I can do it until you pass out!
i need to find a subbed version or something lmfao
[Nail polish bottles aren't that breakable!
Anyway...sdfsajggkajdfhg flailing after the pillow she grabbed because come on did you not see how long it took him to get comfortable, give that back!]
So what you're saying is that you're one of those clown bopper things!
[Tugging on the pillow.]
yeah, i've only ever seen it in bits and pieces because netflix never has it on instant. >:(
No, I'm like some kind of underweight boxer. And I'm going all the way to the championship.
gotta love netflix :T
Boxer! [An unseemly and loud laugh!] Man, you wish. You're more like some kind of underweight kid about to get blown over by a storm!
[And, grabbing with his free hand one of the blanket corners, he tugs it down over Hazel's head before yanking the pillow out of her grasp.
And bopping her with it.
...yeah, this is a good distraction. He's starting to feel a lot better.]
no i don't. THEY TOOK MONK OFF INSTANT
Hazel yelps in surprise, the sound hitching up a few octaves as she's almost immediately smacked by an invisible plush weapon after everything goes blanket-colored. why does this keep happening???]
I'll show you a goddamn storm!
[and with this obviously very intimidating battlecry she flies in the direction that she knows Josuke is sitting in like some kind of fleece-lined ghost of vengeance]
THEY TAKE EVERYTHING OFF. or never put it on. ever.
NOT.
But it is effective in trapping him. There's not exactly room to dodge, and going over the coffee table would mean soda and popcorn everywhere, not to mention the noise and how it might wake his roomies. So, instead? It looks like he's getting bowled off the couch by a screaming blanket-ghost and trying hard to shush her...while laughing. It's super effective!
It's really not.Can't even see the movie now for the popcorn bowl in the way...but he's got a clear shot of blanket-ghost's head again, so he takes it. FIST OF A THOUSAND PILLOWS! ...okay it's more like two but whatever.]
only the things you love, all the shit remains forever. >:T
the pillow barrage exacerbates her already addled sense of spatial awareness quite effectively, tangling her up in the blankets further every time she tries to fight her way towards a corner and pull them off. she flops around with admirable energy, flailing at whatever might possibly be Josuke in the vain hopes of landing a single, earth shattering blow. in reality, if anything actually finds its mark, it's more of a gentle pap.
if you listen really closely, you can hear her softly crying over the terrible situation she's found herself in.]
Nooooo, my title shot...
hey, there's still SOME good stuff on it...for now.
Oh my god, you're brutal, I think I'm gonna bruise! Or break! Hazel, stop! I can't put myself back together again!
[There's probably some obnoxious table bumping going on as they flail at each other, blanket-hands and pillow-hands exchanging counters until her soft boo-hooing (ahahaha...boo. because she's a blanket-ghost, get it? ...) can be heard. At which point in time he stops the assault and drops the pillows. Doesn't for a second buy that she's actually crying, but still lifts a corner of the blanket and peeks under at her.]
...need a tissue?
i'm just waiting for them to take His Girl Friday off and really send me spinning
aaaaand then her fingers fly out, aimed for Josuke's nose again.
THIS IS APPARENTLY THE ONLY COURSE OF ACTION SHE HAS THAT WORKS ON HIM, DESPERATE TIMES ETC ETC ETC]
i have never watched that
Josuke "nose" this trick by now!
Not that it should take more than one time of having someone jam their fingers up your nose for you to learn not to let it happen again.
He grabs her hand inches away from his face...and dramatically tsk-tsks at her.]
I can't believe you were gonna try that again. You have any idea how gross that is?
[Never mind that it's certainly not the most comfortable feeling in the world. Just because YOU don't have feelings doesn't mean you can compromise his, Hazel!]
oh my god please watch it, it is one of the best films ever and not just because Cary Grant
If you have any idea where my hands have been at this point, you wouldn't be asking that question.
I wonder if CND Netflix has it...I'll have to check!
[If you're trying to gross him out with that, Hazel...it's not gonna work. Firstly, because your hands are pretty clean right now, and that's what matters. And secondly, this sounds too much like the time he told Rohan he forgot to wash his hands after taking a shit. It's a ruse. HE'S ONTO YOU.]
What's the worst?
it's a super old movie, so i'd be surprised if they didn't
A werewolf tore my arm off and I had to go looking for it in the middle of a bayou.
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
seconding this
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