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(open catch-all) if there's one thing that i learned while in those county lines

Who: a newly updated, curse-free, many years older manjiro sano and ... you...
Where: many
What: picking up the pieces that he left fucked up the past few months. it's set forward-dated to the last week of the month.
Warnings: for once, nothing lmao i will add to the subject line if needed.

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[Yu might not be there, but Vi is.

she's making him a drink, and she frowns when she just keeps on pouring the sugar.]

Your teeth is gonna rot out, you know. And you're about to lose space in your glass.

Already? Then it's perfect, gimme, gimme gimme. And my teeth ain't rotting out, I brush 'em, alright?

(he's reaching for his glass, grabby hands, but hey-- listen, with the amount of glucose in that glass, he might as well not even get drunk.)

[she shoves the glass over to him... and even though she hadn't seen him in a while, she does recognize him.]

Dyed your hair, Mikey? Not bad.

(sweet as always, that vi. he barely lets it touch the bar, he's already taking a happy sip with both hands.)

Yeah, but now that I'm back in this place, that sounds like a fucking horrible idea. My roots are gonna come out and it's gonna look like shit.

Edited 2024-05-18 15:33 (UTC)

[she shrugs.]

There's probably hair dye in one of these stores somewhere. There's all kinds of shit now that the city got a whole lot bigger.

And who's gonna do it? And who's gonna pay for that?

(he hasn't done anything to earn money in... forever, actually.)

Ugh.

So... it just sounds like you're lazy.

[she smirks, though.]

Don't they have those kits that you can do it yourself with?

[she has no clue -- she's always had this hair, minus the cut. but somehow (?????) she can maintain that on her own.]

First of all, my hair is strawberry blonde, alright, if I do it wrong, it's gonna get all spotty and shit.

(LISTEN, SOME OF US ARE BAD AT THINGS THAT AREN'T BIKE RACING, KARATE, GANG WARS OR LEADERSHIP.)

[she snorts.]

Then find someone to do it for you. I bet I could figure it out, if you pay me.

And if you fuck up my hair?

(a sip. real questions, real things.)

[she thinks about that as she makes her own drink. what the hell, right? it's her place.]

We shave it off and start over again.

No????? If you fuck up my hair, I fuck up your hair. Fair's fair, fucker.

(but although he looks annoyed at the prospective, he's smiling on the corner of his lips.)

You know, though. Just realized a thing. When I got here, you told me I went home, and that I was here before. Now, I just got here again, from being home, and I'm meeting you. Do you have a fucking 6th sense or something?

[she raises her eyebrows, and smirks as well.]

Maybe. Maybe I'm just drawn to people when they have weird shit happen.

[after a moment, she considers:]

You remember me this time don't you, though. Right?

Remember you falling on your ass spectacularly, how could I forget?

(respectfully, lovingly)

[wow, Mikey. low blow!!]

You'd have to be more specific. I tend to do that a lot.

[at least she's self aware.]

'Something, something, oh, great Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano, please, show me your power, I can take it', familiar?

(LOWER BLOW (affectionate) )

Hmm... I don't remember it going that way. You might be exaggerating some stuff.

Definitely am not. I still ain't into fighting women, you know. Especially here. Did I tell you this place gave me fucking superstrength? I could hold you above head with a single hand and I wouldn't even sweat. Fucked up, ain't it?

[she frowns a bit.]

Hey, how did it do that? Cait got like... metal powers or something crazy like that.

[sooo not fair.]

Why you guys?

Cait? Who's Cait?

(he's met cait, knows if he looks at her, but by name like that? nooooo idea. bad memory, his b.)

I mean, I think this place has a grudge with me personally, with all the ping-ponging me in and out, but honestly, I think this was done to fuck with me personally. I've always fought with my own fists, I believe in honorable, fair fighting, out of your own body and blood and sweat and all that shit. If I'm overpowered like that, then it ain't ever gon be fair.

My... [GESTURES.] friend.

[nailed it. as always.]

Yeah, but sometimes you need a little oomf, you know? Especially since a lot of people here already have crazy powers and shit.

I definitely didn't need any oomf. I am the oomf.

(VI GET WITH THE PROGRAM.)

Also, you're bad at this. 'Friend', seriously, that's what you going for with that pause?