[she looks up at him as he readies himself for retribution, expression unreadable. then suddenly she's moving in...to give him a lightning-fast hug.]
You're such a goddamn goober.
[even when she's still nursing the dregs of some serious emotional disturbances that he caused, she can't quite bring herself to really slam Josuke. that said, as she pulls back she absolutely follows the kind gesture with a hard punch to his arm that may or may not bruise. it doesn't count because he needs to learn his lesson, ok.]
ORAs are pretty easy for me, but they don't sound as good as MUDAs, lmfao!
[Her hug might be lighting-fast, but so is Josuke's response. He squeezes her quickly in his arms before she has a chance to dart away again, and in those milliseconds he's aware that gratuitous displays of affection between them are becoming more and more common.]
I can't help it, it's genetic!
[He takes his much-deserved punch with a dramatic whine and then stumbles toward his bed where he sits down, idly rubbing at his shoulder.]
So...that's it? A mosquito bite and we're cool?
i think i'd enjoy them if i could, you know. say them consecutively.
Considering how you were hamming it up just now you're probably allergic...so, yeah.
[you big baby, her expression clearly says before she drops onto the bed as well. there's a part of her that wants to indulge in the melodrama floating around the room and just flop onto her back, but she refrains. save that for later.]
Grudges are too much energy, anyway.
PRACTICE! IF YOU DON'T PRACTICE YOU'LL BE MUDA MUDA MUDA!
[that's because it is uncool, Josuke. as is being such a huge worrywart over friends, but that's also very sweet so it merely earns him a wryly crooked grin rather than any serious teasing.]
I could say that you shouldn't make yourself sick over shit like that, but I don't think that'd change anything.
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deadtective) wrote2015-01-08 01:21 am
i save that challenge for ora-ing. all dem rs...
You're such a goddamn goober.
[even when she's still nursing the dregs of some serious emotional disturbances that he caused, she can't quite bring herself to really slam Josuke. that said, as she pulls back she absolutely follows the kind gesture with a hard punch to his arm that may or may not bruise. it doesn't count because he needs to learn his lesson, ok.]
ORAs are pretty easy for me, but they don't sound as good as MUDAs, lmfao!
I can't help it, it's genetic!
[He takes his much-deserved punch with a dramatic whine and then stumbles toward his bed where he sits down, idly rubbing at his shoulder.]
So...that's it? A mosquito bite and we're cool?
i think i'd enjoy them if i could, you know. say them consecutively.
[you big baby, her expression clearly says before she drops onto the bed as well. there's a part of her that wants to indulge in the melodrama floating around the room and just flop onto her back, but she refrains. save that for later.]
Grudges are too much energy, anyway.
PRACTICE! IF YOU DON'T PRACTICE YOU'LL BE MUDA MUDA MUDA!
[Yes, actually, he does. But describing it that way makes it sound so...so uncool.]
But at least we're seeing eye-to-eye on the rest of this. [He thinks.] I'm glad.
You're fun to rile up sometimes, but when it's serious I really do worry.
too late for that one......
I could say that you shouldn't make yourself sick over shit like that, but I don't think that'd change anything.