capeandcowl | some number goes here [text; English]

Well that was a fucking adventure, wasn't it? Another crazy war plan, foiled again. This one was disconcerting as fuck, though. Let's not let the Major get his hands on any more nukes, huh?

If this means I can't go out flying every night now cause of elevated ImPort hate, I'm gonna visit that guy in jail and personally kick him in the nads.

That said, the Mancave is completely finished (or it was, just needs a few tweaks now). I was planning to have the opening party this past weekend, but some Nazi bullshit happened. It was also going to be limited to a few people, but I figured that it would be better in light of recent events if it was an open invite.

SO.

This Friday, there's gonna be a party at Hell Towers. Starts at 6, finishes whenever people leave. ANYONE CAN COME! Take advantage of this!

The Mancave has a huge fucking TV, movies, video games, pool, drinks, whatever you all need for a party. So it's gonna be sweet.

I think that's about it.

[Private to Hell Towers Crew;]

Melee's gone. Went to her house to invite her to the party personally and she just wasn't there.

[it's hard to tell, but the transmission stays on for a while before it switches off]

[[ooc: Yes there will be an open log for the party! I HOPE YOU WILL ALL COME PLEASE. ;___;]]

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[Rui scoffs.] No shit. [He finishes one shelf of cans, and takes small comfort in the fact that in a real gunfight, if he aims for the face at the very least he'll get the neck. Which isn't terrible. Okay fuck this he likes his knife.]

[But guns are so much more fun! Hiruma manages to put killing shots in every single can in his lane]

[Knives are shinier! Rui's still got a shelf to go as Hiruma finishes; he takes off his headphones, slinging them around his neck as he scowls at the row of cans remaining. Turning to Hiruma's, he's reminded of why they came down here in the first place and isn't quite sure just yet if it did a damn thing to help.]

[Hiruma honestly doesn't look any less unhappy than he was before, despite the perfectly mangled cans in his lane. He takes the headphones off his ears and down to his neck. His ears twitch a good bit before he scratches them.]

Whatever, man.

[Meaningless violence that doesn't result in a grinning Hiruma? Rui isn't sure what to do with him, and he's a bit surprised by just how much he wants to see Hiruma smile right now. He pauses, and looks a bit unsure, but when he speaks it's genuine.]

What can I do?

[Hiruma just frowns even more deeply. He wants to smile, he does. Smiling is natural for him, his default. Hiruma is, in general, a happy guy; at least outwardly. But today, he can't seem to bring the corners of his mouth up, though Rui's concern does tug a bit. People do care about him, don't they.]

I just need time. She was... [he gestures vaguely, unable to come up with the words, for once] She was somethin' special.

[Megu comes to mind, and he can relate. Rui nods.]

Sure. Just let me know if-- Sure.

[Hiruma is quiet for a long time, a period that seems like hours, but really only stretches a few tense moments. Then...

he grabs Rui by the front of his shirt, tangling his hand into the fabric and pulling him close. He looks him right in the eyes with a stern, but curious expression. Then he does something that is pretty strange for Hiruma... though the recklessness and randomness of it is more fitting than one may expect. He kisses Rui, solidly, squarely on the lips and doesn't pull away for a few moments. He lets go and disengages, then folds his arms onto the counter in front of him and looks away]

Thanks.

[then in a low, dangerous and familiar voice;] You tell anyone, and your bike is scrap.

[ He can't quite help the small smile, and turns his head to the side, running a hand through his hair to distract from it. ]

My lips are sealed.

[ Only as long as Hiruma wants them to be, of course. Rui hesitated, unsure again. ]

Good.

[Hiruma could go into a spiel about friendship and how surprising it was to find such a good friend in a rival like Rui, but it really doesn't need to be stated verbally, did it? After all, Rui had once said it himself; they were the same. Instead, Hiruma brought his ear protection back up around the pointed pinna and grinned widely. Then, from his personal hammerspace arsenal, he pulled out what could only be a classic machine gun and let loose on the other set of cans. ]

YAAA-HAHAHAHA!!

[A few very loud seconds later, there is nothing left of the cans but a bullethole ridden lacework of aluminum and plastic]

[ And theeeere's Hiruma! Rui barely has a second to slam his hands to either side of his head in feeble protection as out comes the machine gun. He waits a few moments, his ears absolutely ringing, and tentatively takes one of his hands down, the other rubbing at his ear, scowling at Hiruma. ]

Think ya blew out my fuckin' eardrums, asshole!

[Hiruma just turned to him, that same grin plastered on his face. He was feeling a bit better. Well enough to laugh at Rui's pain, anyway]

If yer ears aren't bleeding then yer fine!!

Says the guy with the headphones on! [ Rui grabbed the protection off Hiruma's head. If he's gonna try that again, he's gonna suffer too! ]

[Good thing he's not gonna try it again. But one of the earphones hitches on his earring and Hiruma hisses in pain] OW OW OW YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I'LL KILL YOU!!

[ Shit, shit, shit! ] Well if you didn't wear jewellery--! Hold still! [ Rui unsnags the earring from the headphones and leaves them hanging around Hiruma's neck. ]

SHUT UP, MY EAR RINGS ARE AWESOME! [he hissed and struggled with his hands, but his head was still, at least. Once dislodged, he rubbed his ear and looked sour] I oughta kick you in the nads for that.

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