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.
[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.]
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deadtective) wrote2015-01-08 01:21 am
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
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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