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epidemiology2017-01-05 07:55 am
slushfund) wrote in epidemiology2017-01-05 07:55 am
you finally calm my head at night
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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
frooting, i love everything. all cr welcome, but dear god he needs friends... and like ten shots of tequila...)
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
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Whoaaaa, neat!
[He folds his arms over his chest, impressed.]
I didn't know they played ball over there!
[Honestly, you don't know a whole fucking lot of things.]
Damn. If you're a quarterback, you must have a good arm on you.
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hiruma's a bit confused and it shows up for one single second on his face. really, he's been underestimated countless times, mocked for his size, told he couldn't do anything as a quarterback with his stature, immediately declined by scouts who wouldn't let him preform for them because he looks weak.
and asher simply ploughs through it like an idiot, focusing on the skill set βΒ what it takes to be great in his position.)
Yeah. (simply, before he blinks out of the surprise,) I can beam it. Kind of shitty I can't do much here, though.
(a motion to him, head tilting.)
Whaddaya trainin' for? Yourself or somethin' else?
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He opens his mouth, excited to continue casual conversation, to ask the other about his favorite team or player, but that question just has too strong of an impact.]
Huh?
[If anyone else had asked him that, he would have lied.]
Oh.
I dunno, honestly.
[His brow furrows.]
Myself, I guess.
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(and an honest response from hiruma in return, easing himself down on a bench lining the wall.)
Don't let yourself become a fat-ass. That'd be a damn shame.
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He too leans against the wall, elbow touching it lightly with one shoulder.]
Yeah, I've been having trouble sleeping.
[His head arches to the side, as if he already knows the answer to the following question.]
What about you?
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(it's flippant, but his sleep's been more or less the same; he still gets none. functioning is odd when the nighttime thoughts get worse, though, instead of naps and short bouts of sleep he simply... doesn't until he can't stay awake.)
I do the same. Workout or find something useful to do with my time.
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"I spend most of my time dealing with professional liars-"
But this doesn't seem like a lie. The bleach blond strikes him as the kind of guy who has a head that goes faster than it should, which is an incredible gift, but a curse all the same.]
Always, huh?
[His voice gets a good deal softer as he looks over his shoulder, ensuring that there is nobody else here, so that he can keep talking.]
You're not on any meds for that?
[Make no mistake, there's nothing patronizing about his tone. If anything, it sounds sympathetic.]
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(the sympathetic look, though, that's what gets him folding his arms.)
Poor me, right? (wryly, poking fun,) That quiet look better not be pity.
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[That might be a little white lie.]
I just can't imagine bein' able to function without sleep.
[tbf, asher millstone barely manages 2 function in general
u have seen his network posts]
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(don't comment on it, don't comment on it, don't--)
You only use 1% of your brain power anyway, what's the difference?
(gdi)
1/?
2/?
3/?
4/5
5/5
he is walking over to the other side of the room]
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No way, you're gonna be like that? (a pitched laugh from behind him... he's horrible, sorry asher, you're going to have to deal with him being a jerk-off; it's his only means of conveying affection.)
Humans only use ten, so you're not far off! You gonna give up on nine measly points?
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so he glares in hiruma's direction and gives him the middle finger, along with.... this disgusting face]
1/?
1/2
(SAVAGE)
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You wanna say that again, bitch?
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before falling, dead-weighting against asher, pretty well hanging in his arms.)
I said, after your wimp-out, "is your middle finger supposed to represent the size of your dick?" Paraphrased, so ya get the whole story.
Would you like that question in writing?
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[He shoves the other's cheek against a wall, smiling. None of it is actually violent, it's strangely good-natured teasing. This all feels so overwhelmingly normal.]
And I'm not about to whip it out, but-
[He clicks his tongue.]
I'm just gonna say I could prove you wrong, dude. So don't try me.
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(notes their position and feels obligated to say something..........)
I wasn't gonna say it to save ya some embarrassment, but this is how a ton of porn starts.
(LAUGHS HIMSELF SICK AGAINST THE WALL)
oh my g od i hate him will i regret this in the morning
[Uttered mockingly, although he does take a step back.]
That's cute, bro. You flirting with me?
oh my god
Think you're gonna get ass-pats outta me, bro, just 'cause you think you're hot shit? You better turn tail, hop on the treadmill, and run that stiffy off.
(you don't have a boner, it's okay man; he grins in the spirit of it all, a crooked thing that creases sharp eyes.)
Ah, besides, you aren't -- and I quote -- "into dudes."
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