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gentaro kisaragi ([personal profile] uchuukita) wrote in [community profile] henshined2012-12-09 12:47 pm

dear shay your christmas present this year is the gift of non-canon shipping


Grandpasprite has literally never been more unhelpful than right now: Gentaro had held up three t-shirts for approval only to get the usual "Gennoji, wear whatever speaks to you, she'll feel the rock in your soul!". Asking Kyouichi is both likely to be unhelpful and likely to get complaining about dating that woman's friend. (Gentaro thought he was just mad Jaynne could kick his ass.)

"Well, whatever, I've just gotta go for it," he decides, and pulls on the pink one. Roxane likes pink, right?

The DS burning a hole in his pocket and the XBox taking up valuable space in his over-full Sylladex are the real point of today's adventure down the planet string, anyway. Half of him is hoping she hasn't figured out how to get multiplayer to work over the Sburb network: playing in person is better. Shrugging on his jacket, he goes, waving goodbye to Grandpa and his peacock elder buddies, who are apparently playing mahjong. At least it's a short trip, and when he finally knocks on her door, he's scrounged up all of his not inconsiderable cool.
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IT'S ALL I EVER WANTED

[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-10 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
((Rude of you to reblog that photoset just in time to break some hearts, though))

Sburb network notwithstanding, Roxane has already played enough online multiplayer games to easily last her a lifetime. There's nothing wrong with the occasional long-distance connect, but it's in her nature to gravitate towards the good old-fashioned LAN party.

More and more of her hive has been making its way steadily aboveground, save for certain underwater necessities. Roxane's little makeshift base of operations is beginning to look functionally lived in, even downright homey.

She greets him at the door with drink in hand, giddy and grinning.

"Hey, dude." She puts her hand out for a salutatory fistbump.
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-11 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Roxane chuckles, pushing his hand away. "Nah, I thought I'd take it easy today. Make sure I'm in top form for kicking your ass."

Big words for a tiny, easily defeated human. Out of context, it might have sounded like a spot of black flirting, but there's obviously nothing caliginous about it.

"I've got food, too." Roxane pauses, furrowing her brow. "I made food. I alchemized something approximating food." Yes, that sounds qualified enough. "If you're not already eating enough dirt or whatever and get hungry."
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-11 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
It's absolutely some shit out of the movies. They get in each other's way and bump a little when Roxane steps in the wrong direction. Giggling a little she rolls her eyes and moves in the right direction this time. "Uh, yeah, come in." She's a super chump. So smooth.

They're smack dab in the middle of the deadliest reality-altering game ever played, so maybe it's a little silly to sit down and play even more of them. But whatever - this session's a clusterfuck anyway.

Let's see ... food, drinks available at request, the raddest game system ever ... They should be good. Popping off a stretch, she wander over to the haphazardly placed fruit-sectional, curling up into a little ball of seatroll.

"What are we playing, though?"
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-12 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
How could he possibly deny her completionist nature? There was a reason Roxane clocked dozens of hours on complex platform RPGs more than anything else.

"Er." Roxane gives her lower lip a bite. "Probably? Use, like, the power box, not the actual screen." These would be far more encouraging instructions if her face didn't happen to be twisted into an apprehensive frown. "Or, like, maybe I can splice some wires or something." It's easier than splicing genes, but she has less experience with it. The two have to balance each other out, right?

She sits up, very tall and eager, hands braced on her knees. "Need help, tough guy?"
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-15 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
What the fuck do humans even do with their power sources? If she didn't have so much to rib him about already, Roxane could have a field day poking at the technology of a less-advanced alien race.

Taking care to climb over the table of refreshments without disturbing anything, Roxane approaches with hands outstretched.

"Okay, so don't try this at home - I am a class A scientist, okay?" Really, all she has to do is find a port that seems remotely able to combine one technology with the other. Mostly, this could be achieved with a bit of creative and foreful mashing of cable to plug.

"It's like a current adapter so you just kind of - " this was easier said than done - "make it work."

It even kind of seems legit, once she's mashed the wires together into a tenuous join.

"Alchemization's made engineering a really lazy art, t.b.h." There it is again.
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-16 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
"It'll be fine!" She was absolutely not responsible if anything started sparking or catching fire. She would be a little responsible. "Life is full of getting stuck kind of mishmash with stuff you didn't bar-gin for, right?" Funny jokes about real existential troubles; that was her.

Straightening up after replacing the horrible monstrosity of wires, Roxane claps Gentaro on the shoulder. "What was that you were saying about total game domination?"

There's plenty of room on the fruit-sectional, but that doesn't stop her from leaning on him while they wait for Halo to (hopefully) load. Competitive as she is, and better suited to single-player games, it's nice to be doing this instead.

She'd probably be pretty miserable, actually, if he wasn't around to hang out with.
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-17 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"No way; I'll take the crash course. No way to learn if you just give me the grub treatment."

(That's your heart, Gentaro. Your heart marks the thump-thump noises.)

Roxane laughs, giving the curl at the edge of her bangs an unconscious tug. Personal appearance doesn't matter much to her (troll, duh), but a compliment is a compliment and she grins a little to hear it.

"Yeah? Thanks! I'll never get it styled like yours, though. I mean, yours is just cute as shit." Personal space laws probably apply to not touching meticulously styled pompadours - this is one time Roxane adheres to the rules and doesn't immediately go in for the touch.

Being Player 2 has its drawbacks - mostly, that she has to wait impatiently for Player One, Gentaro, with the heart thumping and the teenager compliments and unbelievably best friendship, only-supposed-to-be-buddies-ship, to do anything with the menu.
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-19 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
She's always been a fast learner when it comes to completely useless reflexive skills. Good gamers make good surgeontologists, she thinks she's heard, but that seems like one of those sorts of excuses.

Oh, no way, he did not just flub up the controls when she was halfway to learning them! Roxane lets out a startled noise, showing her fangs.

"Hey, really?! ... I'll let that one slide. Contrary to popular belief, we aren't looking for a fight all the time." Just, like, 90% of the time.

Like, 95% of the time.

"Enough of that and I'll think you're trying to drum up some black rivalry for me." Someone should give her an award for being so awkward holy shit. Roxane sags, almost imperceptibly, back against the cushion. She shoots something, just to make up for it.
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-19 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, there's still kissing, just..." Roxane mumbles helpfully. "Different ... kissing. Whatevs."

Even if Gentaro had given the moirail thing a go with Saionji, she still couldn't much wrap her mind around him getting into other permutations of romance.

"Anyway, you haven't got a caliginous pore in your body, right? It's all flush for you, all the time." With a wink, she adds, "Not your kind of kissing, right?" Roxane holy shit shut up. She about shoves the controller into her mouth. Flirting on the internet is one thing, isn't it, or when it's with certain people.

If this was one of her stories, it would be really easy to broach the subject further, let out something coy about flushcrushes. Thankfully, the tank is there to save them any further conversation about biological imperative.

"Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, no sweat; I'll treat it with the utmost reverence you deserve. That tank will remain intact. For now." Roxane lobs a frag grenade in a direction not at the tank, muttering under her breath: "Fucking wow."
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-19 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
A brief interlude for story fantasy hour, courtesy of Roxane Laland:

'Well, you can demonstrate.' She throws down her controller dramatically and they die horribly in game because of her great and horrible sacrifice, all in the name of pursuing some attraction that might not even last the duration of their Sburb session. Drinks are accidentally spilled everywhere.

Just like her stories, if it had happened.

Something about throwing Gentaro in the tank seems to make him a little bolder - maybe it's the heavy artillery.

Roxane actually holds back in her merciless slaughter to respond, tracking her character back and forth across the screen. Occasionally, she glimpses in his direction, but otherwise she's watching the avatar path back and forth across the map as she talks.

"Me? Nah. You kinda got a glimpse of the sordid geometries of my friendships, right? Everybody likes somebody but the somebody's never me. Sea-ngle lady here." Usually, it doesn't even bother her. People are gonna like who they're gonna like, right?
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-22 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Man, I'm gonna have to start using you as an endorsement. My ego could use the lift, I think."

It's kind of hard to explain the phenomenon of liking each of your friends off and on while they frolic in some weird ritualistic tango of getting involved and uninvolved with each other.

Why did he have to go and get himself blown up in the middle of a serious conversation? There's just not enough room to get a joke in (it wasn't here, though, she swears).

"Well ... yeah, I guess? I didn't think about it much at first. Meteor death game 'n' ale. Figure it's worked as a pretty legit interspecies dating service for some, right? Putting people together, forcing 'em to cohabitate."
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merry christmas gentaro ur getting a kiss from cersei instead

[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-22 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Roxane shoots him a puzzle look, as though unable to quite comprehend whatever's going on with his sound emission cordons.

"Yeah, I figure maybe those motherfuckers up there? Look like they have a featherbeast's nest we could use."

Swing and a miss.

It's not entirely Roxane's focus on the game that keeps Feigning obtuseness is an underrated skill sometimes. At the very least, it's kept her away from any drones.

"Nah, you were talking about like, in the flush way, right?" Cracking her neck to the side, she blurts out, "Yeah I guess I do. Human kid, though; you know how that's gonna go. Like, maybe he wouldn't mind, but -"
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-22 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
After her awkward stumbling into all sorts of awkward confession hour times, Roxane had proceeded to slam back the remaining half of her martini. It's somewhere about halfway down her throat when he responds, resulting in the first and last 'bluh' face she will ever pull when consuming an alcoholic beverage.

"Thought I was being coy; like, super sneaky, since I figured that was kind of the point. You know, not being really forthcoming and just kind of alluding to the bigger picture." Except the way she says it, it just kind of piles out - that sentence exactly with absolutely no punctuation.

"I mean -- that's pretty forward, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-22 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh."

Lots of things make more sense now -- no wonder Gentaro had shown her so much sympathy to her before. She does put the controller aside this time, albeit without the dramatic spilling of drinks and food items.

Roxane is completely out of her scientific element in this situation, but that doesn't stop her from enthusiastically casting an arm around the back of his neck or turning on the sofa so that they really are nestled snugly together.

Um.

"Cool," she says with a giggle upon pulling away, going very pink-purple at the gills.
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this hot mess of a girl i stg

[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-22 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
(In the end, it's sort of a shame there's no telepathy here - it could never hurt her to be reminded of the flaws in social constructs that belittle compassion.)

"Yeah! I mean, yeah. What else are we gonna do? Except still kick some absolute shit in games, I guess."

She's absolutely giddy. That's the way this goes: Everything that could possibly be a problem with this won't even come up until later. Step One: I have no fucking clue how to do any of this, coming soon to an heiress near you.

Resting her face against the side of Gentaro's neck, Roxane smirks. "You have some ulterior motives giving me the teal degree about my attachments earlier?"
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it's too much. it's all too much

[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-23 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, you know what they say about my genetic material." Actually, she thinks maybe he doesn't know that. And that might be for the best. "Competition was fierce."

She takes the contact with her horns as implicit permission to touch the pomp, which she does, absently messing with it - as much as she can with something so utterly glued down.

"That sounds pretty much like the best to me. Everclearly, I am down for the visitation." She likes that much about Sburb - has she said that before. Probably. A lot. Tipsily, when she can't remember.
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i'm basking in all of the gentaroxy in my life right now maybe it happens NOT ENOUGH

[personal profile] grenadinier 2012-12-27 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, yeah yeah! You totally should do that." Manners. "Err, could do that! I tried to recreate that manjuu stuff for tonight but it didn't go so well. Actually, it was kinda like an explosion of fire ... and grain pulp. Pchoo."

It seems like a lot of things to put into one plan, but that doesn't bother her in the slightest.

Roxane's knowledge of matespritship is mostly confined to media representations (really, Mass Effect did interspecies dating too, right?). Cooking and games and hand holding and sake all together all sound so pleasant, so the sheer amount of things to do never really makes an impression on her. All that matters is that they are fun things and they sound good - and they do sound really good and regular and normal. "Maybe after we can jam on a pile of my scarves or whatever. I'll bring them," she sighs, scooting halfway into his lap while he messes with her hair.
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it does make me feel pretty darn great i have to say /gathers them up

[personal profile] grenadinier 2013-01-27 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't follow the recipe very well."

Food preparation and science probably should have been kept out of the same space. It wasn't as if there wasn't enough room in her hive to do both. Food experiments are way more fun though.

"No way," she laughs, looking up like she can see the pile of hair building on the top of her head. "You think I have the patience to put this kind of ef-port in every night?"

There's nothing wrong with sitting - in fact, she rather likes it. So it's hard to explain how antsy she gets so easily, even with things she likes. While he's working on the wannabe pomp, she reaches for his controller.

"Should I get your guy some antipersonnel gear?"
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i'm gonna tag here before i throw myself off a cliff

[personal profile] grenadinier 2013-02-07 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
literally impossible for me to not read 'eye on her controller' as a euphemism for something

"You gonna show me this artistic masterpiece of yours?" Mirrors are few and far between in her hive, and especially in the above-ground lab she's set up, but maybe he's carrying something along with him. It would suck if she's just cursed him into having to get up.

That's about all the worry she has to spare for that, though; Roxane leans over with the controller slightly, angling to get Player One somewhere that isn't Blown Up In A Tank.

Would it be cheating to make use of the Banshee? No, she thinks not.

This is way more distracting than actually setting him up with a good arsenal and vantage point.

"Sure would be a shame if you flew into a tree, I guess."
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IN TURN i didn't get to tag this on valentine's day like i wanted to 8( huff huff

[personal profile] grenadinier 2013-02-17 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
look you're the one who says all the time that he touches the butt

"I'm insulted," she lilts, stalling the banshee long enough to get a look. "Don't you think I'm an expert at flying now after enough time with the rocket-hoover?" It's not like they're playing a real-virtual-reality game that requires a disproportionate amount of flying just to get across the world, or anything.

Yeah, check it out: She can even fire reflexively while looking into the mirror.

Roxane hoots with laughter. Her natural response is to run her hands through it. Too bad they're attached to the controller - and Gentaro's player character.

"No way," she says, one hand still desperately trying to keep the vehicle afloat while she runs the fingers of the other through the new hairstyle. "Check out this tapped-out shit. I thought it'd be bigger since I have so much hair."
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2013-03-06 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
it's not like i'm PRESSURING him to touch the butt just i have observed in the past that he has touched the butt

She mutters a little around his grabbing ("You're gonna crash your own damn guy," "This is why we can't have nice things"), fidgeting and kicking a little irritably. Isn't she supposed to be checking out her reborn hairstyle? Eventually, she hits pause after all. Roxane doesn't often know her limits, but when she does it's over inconsequential shit. Level-headed only when it really doesn't count, that's her.

"I could break down the biology of that or whatev, if you wanted, but..." Well, that would be a little boring, probably.

Roxane leans very close, taking her hand off of her hair to place it over his and push the mirror away.

"Man, you're full of it. Thanks for makin' me look like a delinquent."
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[personal profile] grenadinier 2013-03-22 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Roxane scrunches her face up when he kisses her, sliding back and away until they're in a position resembling what they started in.

"Some matesprit you're starting out to be, what with changing me into a renegade and all. Betta not let that rebellion get squashed."

Where the fuck is her controller. "Yo, Gentaro...?" she mutters, holding her hands up as she looks to both sides.

See? What was she saying? Bad flushmance. The very worst.
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im tagging this instead I DO WHAT I WANT

[personal profile] grenadinier 2013-04-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there it is. She draws up excitedly the way a cat does when it sees a string, but resists the natural urge to lunge and him and take it by force. There's a way better way to get it back.

"Just happened to find my controller sitting somewhere beneath your gluteous padding, huh? My hero."

She holds out her hand expectantly, not saying anything else.