Uh, well, I think the window's probably technically my fault.
[since she did tackle him through it, it's probably decent to at least take responsibility for that one...
she sits up after a second, pushing wayward clumps out hair out of her eyes. ]
He hasn't spoken to me since I threw his ass in the hospital and I wasn't going to wait around for something that wasn't going to happen. [ah, such faith, Hazel]
And look at all the different patterns tape comes in now! They make one that looks like fucking wicker, I had no idea.
[this isn't really the thing to be focusing on, but beyond the principle of the thing Hazel isn't as upset about the broken stuff as she could be. one, none of it is actually hers. two, the things Kangmo said to her during his crazed rampage and the terror outside the hospital were a lot worse.]
[Josuke rolls his eyes and raises his hand to the bridge of his nose. Pinches it for a second, and then with a sigh, lets go again, shakes his head, and punches one fist into the palm of the other.]
Alright. I've decided. I'm gonna help you get all this patched up! I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't.
[He's also decided he really doesn't like Congo or whatever his name is. The more he hears about the guy, the more he wants to punch him in the face. He's always causing trouble for Hazel...and that really doesn't sit well with Josuke.]
And if that Kokomo guy shows his face around here again and fucks shit up or takes advantage of you being a closet softie, tell him I'm gonna kick his ass.
[this of all things has her rolling off the couch and to her feet in righteous indignation, despite the fact that there were just multiple things in this conversation proving her wrong.
in a few minutes all the nice things Josuke just said and offered are going to hit her and actually sink in, but right now it's all about her nonexistent asshole reputation.]
If you're going to say shit like that, I'm not going to let you fix anything! You stay away from all this stuff, it's staying broken forever!
[her cheeks puff out, then slowly deflate as she considers her edict. after several moments she adds, no less emphatically or angrily:]
[Meanwhile something cracks about a meter away from where they're standing and tape flies off it presumably in search of the roll it came from! And the object that it had been holding together? ...miraculously whole again! Fancy that.]
Well! Might wanna get on it if you're gonna try! Otherwise things are gonna be fixed and you're just gonna be standing there catching flies with that open mouth of yours!
[first of all, Hazel is pretty sure she wasn't finished with that pattern so god knows where she's going to find that tape. second of all, she didn't actually have a plan. she was hoping if she just bluffed enough he'd give in to her whims and let her sulk a while before fixing everything anyway.
now she had to actually do something about it. god dammit.
her eyes flick around the room frantically, and then she's off and scooping up as many of the broken things as she can fit into her arms. and judging from the dire look she's giving the tarped-up window...yeah. this is probably going to end poorly.]
[This...this is gonna be fun. In fact, it is! And Josuke just goes to town having Crazy Diamond slam its fist into anything that looks broken! He's careful, of course, not to hit Hazel herself. Which is why he doesn't actually go for the things she's carrying. This wouldn't be fun at all if she wound up in a writhing and screaming mess on the floor, you know?
...but he can definitely take care of that window!]
[what happened to her original game plan of eventually letting him fix everything? apparently she's lost sight of that thread of her strategy in her hurry to bluff, because the minute things start flying around getting repaired she makes a strangled noise of displeasure. WHY IS IT MOVING SO FAST
she immediately dashes to the freshly-repaired window...and puts her entire shoulder to the pane. this was something she'd wanted fixed in particular, too. guess that's another casualty to whatever scenario she's gotten herself tangled up in now.
the stuff in her hands immediately goes out the window, quickly followed by pretty much anything she can get her hands on. it no longer matters if it was originally broken - if she can reach it without having to stand on something, it's going out the window. she's shooting Josuke dirty looks the whole time as she slingshots around the living room, like this is personally and exclusively his fault.]
[Holy shit she's being a bit absurd now, breaking shit again that he's fixing...the poor neighbors are probably wondering if it's a break in!
Better put a lid on it, then.
Or try.
Josuke keeps his Stand back for the moment and, as Hazel tosses another armload out the window like she's winning something here, Josuke throws his arms around her from behind and pins her arms to her sides.]
Alright! This is getting out of hand!
[Honestly, he's never met someone before who liked their mess and wanted to keep it half as much as her!]
[the neighbors have witness far worse from this house, let's be real. at this point they probably don't even notice.
for all that Hazel is kind of careening off the rails here, she still has some presence of mind. she remembers the last time they'd sort of wrestled at the beach party and how her inability to feel her own blows had unintentionally hurt him for real, and so this time she doesn't lash out. instead she digs her heels into the carpet as far as she can and just...tries to...slide out of his grip.....
to no one's surprise, it doesn't work. the shrill cries of protest slowly peter off into incoherent whining as she gives up, which is perhaps even worse than her attempting to kick her way to freedom.]
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[since she did tackle him through it, it's probably decent to at least take responsibility for that one...
she sits up after a second, pushing wayward clumps out hair out of her eyes. ]
He hasn't spoken to me since I threw his ass in the hospital and I wasn't going to wait around for something that wasn't going to happen. [ah, such faith, Hazel]
And look at all the different patterns tape comes in now! They make one that looks like fucking wicker, I had no idea.
[this isn't really the thing to be focusing on, but beyond the principle of the thing Hazel isn't as upset about the broken stuff as she could be. one, none of it is actually hers. two, the things Kangmo said to her during his crazed rampage and the terror outside the hospital were a lot worse.]
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[Josuke rolls his eyes and raises his hand to the bridge of his nose. Pinches it for a second, and then with a sigh, lets go again, shakes his head, and punches one fist into the palm of the other.]
Alright. I've decided. I'm gonna help you get all this patched up! I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't.
[He's also decided he really doesn't like Congo or whatever his name is. The more he hears about the guy, the more he wants to punch him in the face. He's always causing trouble for Hazel...and that really doesn't sit well with Josuke.]
And if that Kokomo guy shows his face around here again and fucks shit up or takes advantage of you being a closet softie, tell him I'm gonna kick his ass.
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[this of all things has her rolling off the couch and to her feet in righteous indignation, despite the fact that there were just multiple things in this conversation proving her wrong.
in a few minutes all the nice things Josuke just said and offered are going to hit her and actually sink in, but right now it's all about her nonexistent asshole reputation.]
If you're going to say shit like that, I'm not going to let you fix anything! You stay away from all this stuff, it's staying broken forever!
[her cheeks puff out, then slowly deflate as she considers her edict. after several moments she adds, no less emphatically or angrily:]
Except for the kitchen chair!
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Well! Might wanna get on it if you're gonna try! Otherwise things are gonna be fixed and you're just gonna be standing there catching flies with that open mouth of yours!
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[first of all, Hazel is pretty sure she wasn't finished with that pattern so god knows where she's going to find that tape. second of all, she didn't actually have a plan. she was hoping if she just bluffed enough he'd give in to her whims and let her sulk a while before fixing everything anyway.
now she had to actually do something about it. god dammit.
her eyes flick around the room frantically, and then she's off and scooping up as many of the broken things as she can fit into her arms. and judging from the dire look she's giving the tarped-up window...yeah. this is probably going to end poorly.]
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[This...this is gonna be fun. In fact, it is! And Josuke just goes to town having Crazy Diamond slam its fist into anything that looks broken! He's careful, of course, not to hit Hazel herself. Which is why he doesn't actually go for the things she's carrying. This wouldn't be fun at all if she wound up in a writhing and screaming mess on the floor, you know?
...but he can definitely take care of that window!]
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[what happened to her original game plan of eventually letting him fix everything? apparently she's lost sight of that thread of her strategy in her hurry to bluff, because the minute things start flying around getting repaired she makes a strangled noise of displeasure. WHY IS IT MOVING SO FAST
she immediately dashes to the freshly-repaired window...and puts her entire shoulder to the pane. this was something she'd wanted fixed in particular, too. guess that's another casualty to whatever scenario she's gotten herself tangled up in now.
the stuff in her hands immediately goes out the window, quickly followed by pretty much anything she can get her hands on. it no longer matters if it was originally broken - if she can reach it without having to stand on something, it's going out the window. she's shooting Josuke dirty looks the whole time as she slingshots around the living room, like this is personally and exclusively his fault.]
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Better put a lid on it, then.
Or try.
Josuke keeps his Stand back for the moment and, as Hazel tosses another armload out the window like she's winning something here, Josuke throws his arms around her from behind and pins her arms to her sides.]
Alright! This is getting out of hand!
[Honestly, he's never met someone before who liked their mess and wanted to keep it half as much as her!]
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for all that Hazel is kind of careening off the rails here, she still has some presence of mind. she remembers the last time they'd sort of wrestled at the beach party and how her inability to feel her own blows had unintentionally hurt him for real, and so this time she doesn't lash out. instead she digs her heels into the carpet as far as she can and just...tries to...slide out of his grip.....
to no one's surprise, it doesn't work. the shrill cries of protest slowly peter off into incoherent whining as she gives up, which is perhaps even worse than her attempting to kick her way to freedom.]