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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.
i wanted to tag this days ago but funerals
"Hell yeah I am," he answers, after plucking up her controller and stuffing it behind his head so she can't get to it. Then there's some reaching around in his Sylladex before he produces a compact with obnoxious flame print and "friendship" emblazoned on the outside. "Here you go, Rox," he says, and flicks it open for her to examine her seriously sweet hairdo.
"Don't drive me into a tree," he says, when he realizes what she's doing. "I don't need my ratio goin' down, y'know!"
IN TURN i didn't get to tag this on valentine's day like i wanted to 8( huff huff
"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."
WOOSH TIME FOR A TAG
"Insulted my ass," he answers, and reaches the hand not occupied with the mirror to reach for the controller. It's half-hearted. "Look," he says, "you're totally gonna go right into that wall!"
He laughs at her estimation. "Yeah, sure, with half an hour and a whole can of hairspray," he says, "I mean, it does pretty good at stickin' up, figure it's that troll hair thing, but man it'd probably be bigger than your horns if I took a while on it...!"
He's half jealous, half blissful at the concept. Either way he stops reaching for the controller and settles his hand at her hip. He desperately wants to kiss her again, pausing the game be damned. So he shuts the mirror between his fingers and his palms and leans to get a look at her face. "You gonna stop admirin' yourself long enough t'say thanks?" he teases.
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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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Gentaro makes a triumphant noise when she pauses, though the concept of her admiring herself and being good enough at Halo to keep playing was kind of awesome. He plucks the controller from her fingers while she's distracted talking about biology. "No, thanks, we're good," he says, eyes already crossing.
He sucks in a breath when she gets close, and then he surges forward to kiss her again in annoyance. "You're welcome," he says, after a quick peck, "if you're gonna date a delinquent, you gotta try lookin' like one!"
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"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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He drops the smack-talk for a moment. "What?" he asks, and catches on. He holds her controller up in his hand, shaking it back and forth. "Lookin' for this?"
im tagging this instead I DO WHAT I WANT
"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.