you finally calm my head at night

[slushfund]

CHARACTERS: youichi hiruma and whoever wants to drop in
DATE: scattered throughout the middle of january, 5th to 15th
WARNINGS: potential murder talk and this boy's foul mouth
SUMMARY: catch-all for open and closed prompts this month

(want to hang out with this dickhead, but a prompt doesn't suit your fancy pants? hit me up with a pm or at frooting, i love everything. all cr welcome, but dear god he needs friends... and like ten shots of tequila...)

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now it is i who must apologize ;n;

[competing]

[ lance wasn't expecting the company, but despite that and having retreated into the center for some solitude, he isn't unwelcome to it. he never is, really. even if it's hiruma, though it helps that their last interaction, at least in comparison to everything else since then, had been relatively harmless, despite the frustrations of the moment.

he never even got the guy's name, now that he thinks about it. ]

See for yourself.

[ his tone is quiet, a lot more sullen than his usual bouts of energy, and it lacks a similar bite as well as a certain amount of boastfulness that might come in typically with a sentence like that. should hiruma look, he'll find that many of lance's shots actually hit quite close to the bullseye, with one or two actually making its mark. he can make the shot, he knows he can, but his heart isn't quite in it, so many bullets are wasted to the mere action than the intent itself.

he arches a brow at hiruma. ]

Were you gonna use the space?