RP: Niou and Jin :D <3
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tenipuri_xpDate: Current <3 - Thursday dinner
Rating: PG for Jin-ness. :D;; Just to be safe. But I'd call a G all the same.
Summary: Pizza, a carnival, two weird boys who average six feet tall and, yeah <3 Stuffed animals.
Late afternoon mail-and-journal checking time. Nine days out of ten, nothing interesting happened around the place, but sometimes something was amusing enough to warrant a little chase.
Niou chuckled to himself, sitting back from his laptop and swinging his legs from the desk to shuffle to the bar-fridge for some soda. And lately it seemed like someone was having fun tormenting the Brotherhood's little sonicbullet. Catnip? Scary dude indeed. He skulled half the can and set the rest under the chair (the place least likely, in his books, where things would be knocked over).
"You're not from Ryuhana, right?" he typed to sanity_bites. "Want to grab some pizza for dinner? ;D" There wasn't so much fun in keeping to his room anymore now that Echizen wasn't there. "I haven't eaten in a couple of days."
"You think?" Jin wished he could type his sarcasm in. But, there was an offer for pizza. And he never turned down a free pizza. "I can go out with you for pizza. If you're paying."
Like hell was he going to pay for his own pizza. Not that he didn't have the money. He could easily steal anything that he really wanted or needed anyways. Grumbling, Jin stabbed at the keys a bit.
"I can't go to the pizza place near here... do you know of a better place?" Jin couldn't go to that pizza place because he had thrown one of the customers through a window. >D They were calling people freaks, and Jin had got a little annoyed about it.
"Well, sure <3" Niou replied. If you lived at a school, there wasn't much to do with a paycheck they gave you except spend it. "And sure. Maybe not better, but there's one just outside the mall. Left of the main entrance, you know?"
As an afterthought, he added: "And later we can go to the carnival <3! :D" Hell, yes. If he was going to be paying, then damned if they weren't going to do something worthwhile.
"We'll talk about that later." Stabstab went the keys. A carnival? How the hell would he get along at a carnival. All the smells and lights. That would be a bit odd. "I'll meet you down there in a few minutes...how the hell will I know what you look like..."
Niou could be one of those mutants with five heads or something like that. That wouldn't be a good thing, he'd probably start laughing. "And no anchovies on the pizza." Sengoku wanted anchovies on the last pizza too. Jin refused to have fish on a pizza.
“The hell-? D: There will be anchovies.” Niou typed, appalled. Puh-lease. What was pizza without tiny silver seacritters? And when it came down to it, it was his pizza.
But whatever. “You won’t miss me <3 Unless you can’t see ghosts. ;D Meet you in ten.”
He logged off without waiting for a reply and made for the Student Life office. There was paperwork to be done, and fast.
Haha. Paperwork. Jin just grabbed his wallet and left. That was one good thing about living at the brotherhood and all. He came and went as much as he wanted to.
Ten minutes later he was waiting outside the pizza place, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was a nasty habit. But, you could do what you wanted when your body made sure you couldn't get things like cancer and such.
"Why am I thinking this is a bad idea. This better not be like Sengoku..."
"Oh? What happened with him?" Niou grinned from just over the other's shoulder, probably standing too close behind. Well. If this wasn't sanity_bites, he would die laughing. At Kamio. But if it was, he could half-understand the little redhead being bullied by a six-foot-plus, grey-haired cloud of smoke who fairly radiated fuck-off-don't-touch-me.
Jin raised an eyebrow. "Ever hear of personal space?" He was actually used to this. Sengoku liked to stand a little too close. He simply chalked it up to people’s weirdness. Some were just a little touchy feely.
"No anchovies." He added. He wanted to make sure that was clear. Anchovies did not belong on a pizza. It was like having pineapple. Fruits and fish do not make good pizza.
"And Sengoku has a lucky way of avoiding things."
“Avoiding, heh?” Niou chuckled. The pizza would be one large with the lot, plus extras – however that was supposed to work. If the lot or its extras included anchovies, then the lot and its extras included anchovies and Niou would be happy.
And, oh. Right. But first, there should be the obligatory Swapping of Useful Information. He turned around with a pleasant enough smile. "What should I call you by the way, Scary?"
"You call me scary and I'll hit you." He rolled his eyes just a bit. "Jin. Name's Jin." Did they ever exchange that information online?
Then again, he never bothered to even care about such. Half the people at his school had nicknames. Heh. "And what am I supposed to call you? Freak?"
“Whatever you like,” Niou shrugged easily, a lopsided grin on his face. He wondered if Jin knew about just how empty that hit threat was. “Mostly known as Niou, though.” He watched the other’s face for a moment, head askance. “Did you ever tell me your age?”
"Seventeen." Jin answered casually. What else was he supposed to add to that. He laughed quietly. "Does this seem odd?"
He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it with his boot. "I asked Catnip about you. All he said was that you were annoying and okay to talk to when he was bored."
"I think that if you don't annoy me, we'll be fine."
Niou snickered at that. "Is that so? I left a better impression with the dear boy than I thought, then. Guess I can't help my irritational tendencies." His eyes hadn't left Jin's face yet. "I guess it's a little odd. You look old. And you have grey hair."
...Jin just stared back at Niou. "I do not look old. And my hair is grey because...that's what I was born with. Jackass."
He didn't look old. He just looked like he didn't sleep very often. Didn’t Niou find the droopy eye look sexy? He moved towards the pizza place. "I think it's about time to eat." He didn’t want to hear about how old he looked. Hmphh.
Touchy subject? “Sure, sure. Take a seat; I’ll go order.” How amusing. But it was true. He looked at least… okay. Nevermind.
There weren’t many people, and within minutes, Niou dumped the pizza tray on the table, peering at it for little fish. “Can you see them?” he asked. There were a few specks of what might’ve been anchovies, but most of the topping looked largely unidentifiable.
"What the hell did you order?" He stared down at the pizza. It looked like it had every topping on the menu, plus some that weren't on it. He should have made him get a plain cheese pizza.
"I guess I should have expected something like this." It could have been worse though. He could have been paying for this pile of crud. And there was still the thought of going to a carnival. What was this, some kind of date!?
Niou suppressed a snicker. "Yes, and be prepared for more." Though he had given Jin advance warning that this place wasn't necessarily good. "Eat up <3 And just so you know, I don't poison people."
"Poison doesn't work on me. And honestly, I'm more worried that this is even edible in the first place." He poked a piece with a finger before picking it up and taking a bite.
Damn heightened senses... he made a face and immediately grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down. "Its... good?"
Niou had to laugh at the half-questioning tone in that - “Is it now?” - and took a bite himself. Well, most things tasted the same to him, but the texture was... certainly interesting. He wished he’d brought his soda along. The caustic bubbles might’ve helped a little. “How does poison not work on a guy?”
Jin was done after the first piece. The pizza wasn't the worse ever, but the tastes that came with it made it nearly impossible to eat.
"Poison doesn't work on a guy with enhanced healing. The only thing I ever get really badly are headaches..." He couldn't remember the last time he was really sick. "I've gotten a cold once...though...that was years ago."
“Oh, is that how it goes?” Niou murmured absently, picking through what was left of the pizza for things that may have been anchovies. He found five separate possible candidates (and a sixth large clump). Unfortunately, none of them tasted even vaguely fishy. Garlic-and-cream-cheese-sauced would probably be the closest thing. He looked back up at Jin for a moment. “So if I, say, stabbed you, you wouldn’t die?”
"Depends on where you stab." Jin answered cautiously. "If you stabbed me through the heart... it's a bit hard to live through that. But, more than likely I could live through it."
What an odd conversation to have over mutant pizza. He was still staring down at the pizza. One piece was enough for him. He was seriously regretting breaking things in the old pizza place.
“Oh.” Niou looked up to grin randomly. “Sounds useful. Do you scar?” And went back to picking through the topping. Pineapple this time. Surely chunks of yellow would be easier to pick out..?
He laughed faintly. "I scar like everyone else." Jin was laughing because Niou was picking at the pizza. "Maybe next time you should just order a normal pizza."
At least Niou wasn't asking about his powers. But, at least he could return the favor. "So what makes you a freak, hm?"
“There’s no fun in normal,” Niou smiled congenially. “And about me? Maybe you’ll find out later.” Right. The pizza was well and done (or rather it had been the moment it went in the kiln). He looked back outside; the sun was setting. “Let’s get out of here.”
Ah the nighttime was the best time. At least that's how Jin thought about it. At night you could do just about anything without people stopping to stare. Why? Because everyone was running from the shadows.
"Are you really going to drag me to that..." that...carnival. Jin didn't do happy kiddie rides and such. "I suppose if they have darts..." Because darts were pointy and fun to throw at people...
“Hell, yes they will.” Or they’d better. Darts was Niou’s favourite hobby; he resisted his fingers’ twitching at the mere mention. Very fun. But he had his own dartboard now, he reminded himself. All was well with the world.
“And by the way: No, Jin-dear,” he winked, starting out the door. “I’m not your keeper. You’ll be walking there of your own accord.”
Jin rolled his eyes. "It's a figure of speech." He was going to because there was cotton candy. But shh. Don't tell anyone that.
"Hn. We can do those carnival games. I'm rather good at those things." It came with the heightened senses and all. "But you have to carry all the shit."
“Sounds good,” Niou grinned too widely. “Carnival games are love.” Given that 'carrying shit' was a figure of speech, too, of course.
It was only a short walk to carnival - one of the larger local parks had been taken over for the minor festival. Nevertheless, by the time they arrived it was fully dark. Lights and sounds and sparkle and shiny - Niou was a very happy boy. “What’s up first?”
Jin brought a hand up to shield his eyes a bit. It was too sparkly. But, it smelled really nice. Not that Jin would let anyone know that he may have a chance of enjoying himself!
"Ring toss." Was all Jin said before stomping that way. He was going to go win the biggest stuffed animal they had, playing the one game that was practically impossible to beat.
Niou laughed lightly, following after his companion for the night. Carnival itself completely aside, it amused him to just see Jin in such a place at all. His height was twice the size of most of the kids around, and well above most of their parents, too. And that perpetual scowl was just darling.
Yes, just darling. Dare you to mention that aloud. Stopping in front of the dreaded ringtoss game. Digging into his pocket he put a single dollar on the counter. Not that he needed the ten rings or anything.
Taking the first ring, he took a moment to line up his short, smirk at the person who was running the booth and tossed the ring... clinkclink...SCORE.
"Ah. Which one do you want..."
Niou whistled, clearly impressed, and threw an arm across Jin’s shoulders. “You pick for me!” All the fluffy creatures looked the same to him. Though there was one that, by a fairly large stretch of his rather active imagination, could have been a green giraffe. Or was that purple? Yellow? The lights were playing hell with his eyes.
Jin thought it was all three and decided it was perfect for Niou. So, Niou was getting the multicolored giraffe thing. That was probably as tall as Ryoma.
"Done." And Jin handed the remaining nine rings to a little kid, who he made a face at just to scare him shitless. :D He couldn’t be completely nice. He had an image.
“Thank you <3” Niou laughed, slinging the creature over his shoulders with glee (it really was as big as Echizen. It could probably squish him off the bed if Niou set it just so) – and turned back to the young boy Jin had freaked out. Fishing a lollypop out of his side pocket, Niou patted him lightly on the head and smiled. “It’s okay.”
The boy promptly burst into tears and ran away.
Niou frowned. Right, bugger. Good little boys didn’t take candy from strangers.
Jin tilted his head to the side before he chuckled lowly. He would have laughed, but that would be very un-Jin-like.
"What game's next..." He looked around. Not, that he really liked games or anything. But, they weren't boring or anything like that. "Or do you want to go on a ride..."
See, he was making an effort!
Niou gave a mental round of applause. “A~ny~thing~” he grinned. But then he spotted a stall featuring the throw-the-ball-to-knock-over-cans game. The game with the weighted cans at the bottom that never fell over. “Actually…”
"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow. Because, rigged games were so not rigged for Jin.
"You have something else in mind?" Like getting Jin some edible food? He really wanted a corndog. Or something equally as fried.
“Yes <3” Niou grabbed Jin’s wrist and pulled him along (oh, no – he hadn’t said anything about not dragging once they were at the carnival itself).
Corndog. Popcorn. Chips. Fairy-floss.
And the pink stick of candy reminded him of Dan. “You ought to come over to Ryuhana some day. Meet my little brother.” Uh-huh: that was a dead-serious smile on his face.
"I don't think they would like me over at the pansy school." Jin commented dryly. Though, there was a chance they would try to recruit him and make him nice.
"But, I suppose I can visit. Just so I can fuck with people." Hey, he didn't mind starting trouble, especially if he had been practically invited to do so!
Oh, yeah. Nail on the head right there. “Anytime!” Niou grinned cheerily. “Just make sure I’m there when it happens.” Random havoc was so not fun if you weren’t around to see it.
"Something tells me you want me to go over there just so I can cause trouble."
He yawned a bit. "Wouldn't you be the one who would be cleaning it up...?"
“Ah, only if it’s in the new dorm wing,” Niou chuckled. Not that he would mind cleaning up a bit of the mess from a hosting a gatecrasher anyways. There was always a little price to be paid for amusement, and it was a trade he was willing to make.
A little distracted, he looked around. They’d somehow made their way back to the edge of the carnival grounds. And, well. “What now?”
Oh yes, they were going to the bottle toss game. The one that was rigged too. But, that was okay. Once they arrived at the game, Jin paid for the toss and grinned just a bit.
"Why do they even try to rig these things." He took a step back and tossed the ball. Of course, heightened strength and senses made it rather easy to knock down all the bottles. Which left one thing. "Pick one..."
Giant three-eyed battle orang-utan anyone? Niou waved the plushie’s floppy spear in Jin’s face. “So cute! It looks just like you <3” Except for maybe the armour plating and third eye thing.
"Please keep that thing’s... floppy spear out of my face." He stared a bit before covering his mouth to keep from laughing. It was just so silly.
"I want to know who designs these things. They must have way too much time on their hands..." Or they were just naturally insane. Jin was betting it was a combination of the two.
…was that a smile? Niou grinned wolfishly. Why, yes. It appeared so. How terribly amusing. “Oh, I thoroughly agree,” he smiled back congenially. Well. Either too much or too little, at any rate. “And now? What now?” He so should have brought Dan along. Initial pizza aside, the little guy would be loving this.
It wasn't a smile. Damnit. It was a scowl. Don't you see the scowl? Grumbling a bit, Jin glanced down at his watch.
"I think I should be getting back. As much as I don’t care what they think...I'm supposed to be up in the morning." Jin quickly grabbed a hold of Niou's arm, rolled up any sleeve that was in the way and scribbled something down directly on the skin. And yes, it was his digits. "Until next time?"
“But of course,” Niou winked. On impulse, he reached up and gave Jin a kiss. Well, okay - maybe that was more like ‘bit his ear none too gently’ - all the same. “Until then <3”
Rating: PG for Jin-ness. :D;; Just to be safe. But I'd call a G all the same.
Summary: Pizza, a carnival, two weird boys who average six feet tall and, yeah <3 Stuffed animals.
Late afternoon mail-and-journal checking time. Nine days out of ten, nothing interesting happened around the place, but sometimes something was amusing enough to warrant a little chase.
Niou chuckled to himself, sitting back from his laptop and swinging his legs from the desk to shuffle to the bar-fridge for some soda. And lately it seemed like someone was having fun tormenting the Brotherhood's little sonicbullet. Catnip? Scary dude indeed. He skulled half the can and set the rest under the chair (the place least likely, in his books, where things would be knocked over).
"You're not from Ryuhana, right?" he typed to sanity_bites. "Want to grab some pizza for dinner? ;D" There wasn't so much fun in keeping to his room anymore now that Echizen wasn't there. "I haven't eaten in a couple of days."
"You think?" Jin wished he could type his sarcasm in. But, there was an offer for pizza. And he never turned down a free pizza. "I can go out with you for pizza. If you're paying."
Like hell was he going to pay for his own pizza. Not that he didn't have the money. He could easily steal anything that he really wanted or needed anyways. Grumbling, Jin stabbed at the keys a bit.
"I can't go to the pizza place near here... do you know of a better place?" Jin couldn't go to that pizza place because he had thrown one of the customers through a window. >D They were calling people freaks, and Jin had got a little annoyed about it.
"Well, sure <3" Niou replied. If you lived at a school, there wasn't much to do with a paycheck they gave you except spend it. "And sure. Maybe not better, but there's one just outside the mall. Left of the main entrance, you know?"
As an afterthought, he added: "And later we can go to the carnival <3! :D" Hell, yes. If he was going to be paying, then damned if they weren't going to do something worthwhile.
"We'll talk about that later." Stabstab went the keys. A carnival? How the hell would he get along at a carnival. All the smells and lights. That would be a bit odd. "I'll meet you down there in a few minutes...how the hell will I know what you look like..."
Niou could be one of those mutants with five heads or something like that. That wouldn't be a good thing, he'd probably start laughing. "And no anchovies on the pizza." Sengoku wanted anchovies on the last pizza too. Jin refused to have fish on a pizza.
“The hell-? D: There will be anchovies.” Niou typed, appalled. Puh-lease. What was pizza without tiny silver seacritters? And when it came down to it, it was his pizza.
But whatever. “You won’t miss me <3 Unless you can’t see ghosts. ;D Meet you in ten.”
He logged off without waiting for a reply and made for the Student Life office. There was paperwork to be done, and fast.
Haha. Paperwork. Jin just grabbed his wallet and left. That was one good thing about living at the brotherhood and all. He came and went as much as he wanted to.
Ten minutes later he was waiting outside the pizza place, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was a nasty habit. But, you could do what you wanted when your body made sure you couldn't get things like cancer and such.
"Why am I thinking this is a bad idea. This better not be like Sengoku..."
"Oh? What happened with him?" Niou grinned from just over the other's shoulder, probably standing too close behind. Well. If this wasn't sanity_bites, he would die laughing. At Kamio. But if it was, he could half-understand the little redhead being bullied by a six-foot-plus, grey-haired cloud of smoke who fairly radiated fuck-off-don't-touch-me.
Jin raised an eyebrow. "Ever hear of personal space?" He was actually used to this. Sengoku liked to stand a little too close. He simply chalked it up to people’s weirdness. Some were just a little touchy feely.
"No anchovies." He added. He wanted to make sure that was clear. Anchovies did not belong on a pizza. It was like having pineapple. Fruits and fish do not make good pizza.
"And Sengoku has a lucky way of avoiding things."
“Avoiding, heh?” Niou chuckled. The pizza would be one large with the lot, plus extras – however that was supposed to work. If the lot or its extras included anchovies, then the lot and its extras included anchovies and Niou would be happy.
And, oh. Right. But first, there should be the obligatory Swapping of Useful Information. He turned around with a pleasant enough smile. "What should I call you by the way, Scary?"
"You call me scary and I'll hit you." He rolled his eyes just a bit. "Jin. Name's Jin." Did they ever exchange that information online?
Then again, he never bothered to even care about such. Half the people at his school had nicknames. Heh. "And what am I supposed to call you? Freak?"
“Whatever you like,” Niou shrugged easily, a lopsided grin on his face. He wondered if Jin knew about just how empty that hit threat was. “Mostly known as Niou, though.” He watched the other’s face for a moment, head askance. “Did you ever tell me your age?”
"Seventeen." Jin answered casually. What else was he supposed to add to that. He laughed quietly. "Does this seem odd?"
He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it with his boot. "I asked Catnip about you. All he said was that you were annoying and okay to talk to when he was bored."
"I think that if you don't annoy me, we'll be fine."
Niou snickered at that. "Is that so? I left a better impression with the dear boy than I thought, then. Guess I can't help my irritational tendencies." His eyes hadn't left Jin's face yet. "I guess it's a little odd. You look old. And you have grey hair."
...Jin just stared back at Niou. "I do not look old. And my hair is grey because...that's what I was born with. Jackass."
He didn't look old. He just looked like he didn't sleep very often. Didn’t Niou find the droopy eye look sexy? He moved towards the pizza place. "I think it's about time to eat." He didn’t want to hear about how old he looked. Hmphh.
Touchy subject? “Sure, sure. Take a seat; I’ll go order.” How amusing. But it was true. He looked at least… okay. Nevermind.
There weren’t many people, and within minutes, Niou dumped the pizza tray on the table, peering at it for little fish. “Can you see them?” he asked. There were a few specks of what might’ve been anchovies, but most of the topping looked largely unidentifiable.
"What the hell did you order?" He stared down at the pizza. It looked like it had every topping on the menu, plus some that weren't on it. He should have made him get a plain cheese pizza.
"I guess I should have expected something like this." It could have been worse though. He could have been paying for this pile of crud. And there was still the thought of going to a carnival. What was this, some kind of date!?
Niou suppressed a snicker. "Yes, and be prepared for more." Though he had given Jin advance warning that this place wasn't necessarily good. "Eat up <3 And just so you know, I don't poison people."
"Poison doesn't work on me. And honestly, I'm more worried that this is even edible in the first place." He poked a piece with a finger before picking it up and taking a bite.
Damn heightened senses... he made a face and immediately grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down. "Its... good?"
Niou had to laugh at the half-questioning tone in that - “Is it now?” - and took a bite himself. Well, most things tasted the same to him, but the texture was... certainly interesting. He wished he’d brought his soda along. The caustic bubbles might’ve helped a little. “How does poison not work on a guy?”
Jin was done after the first piece. The pizza wasn't the worse ever, but the tastes that came with it made it nearly impossible to eat.
"Poison doesn't work on a guy with enhanced healing. The only thing I ever get really badly are headaches..." He couldn't remember the last time he was really sick. "I've gotten a cold once...though...that was years ago."
“Oh, is that how it goes?” Niou murmured absently, picking through what was left of the pizza for things that may have been anchovies. He found five separate possible candidates (and a sixth large clump). Unfortunately, none of them tasted even vaguely fishy. Garlic-and-cream-cheese-sauced would probably be the closest thing. He looked back up at Jin for a moment. “So if I, say, stabbed you, you wouldn’t die?”
"Depends on where you stab." Jin answered cautiously. "If you stabbed me through the heart... it's a bit hard to live through that. But, more than likely I could live through it."
What an odd conversation to have over mutant pizza. He was still staring down at the pizza. One piece was enough for him. He was seriously regretting breaking things in the old pizza place.
“Oh.” Niou looked up to grin randomly. “Sounds useful. Do you scar?” And went back to picking through the topping. Pineapple this time. Surely chunks of yellow would be easier to pick out..?
He laughed faintly. "I scar like everyone else." Jin was laughing because Niou was picking at the pizza. "Maybe next time you should just order a normal pizza."
At least Niou wasn't asking about his powers. But, at least he could return the favor. "So what makes you a freak, hm?"
“There’s no fun in normal,” Niou smiled congenially. “And about me? Maybe you’ll find out later.” Right. The pizza was well and done (or rather it had been the moment it went in the kiln). He looked back outside; the sun was setting. “Let’s get out of here.”
Ah the nighttime was the best time. At least that's how Jin thought about it. At night you could do just about anything without people stopping to stare. Why? Because everyone was running from the shadows.
"Are you really going to drag me to that..." that...carnival. Jin didn't do happy kiddie rides and such. "I suppose if they have darts..." Because darts were pointy and fun to throw at people...
“Hell, yes they will.” Or they’d better. Darts was Niou’s favourite hobby; he resisted his fingers’ twitching at the mere mention. Very fun. But he had his own dartboard now, he reminded himself. All was well with the world.
“And by the way: No, Jin-dear,” he winked, starting out the door. “I’m not your keeper. You’ll be walking there of your own accord.”
Jin rolled his eyes. "It's a figure of speech." He was going to because there was cotton candy. But shh. Don't tell anyone that.
"Hn. We can do those carnival games. I'm rather good at those things." It came with the heightened senses and all. "But you have to carry all the shit."
“Sounds good,” Niou grinned too widely. “Carnival games are love.” Given that 'carrying shit' was a figure of speech, too, of course.
It was only a short walk to carnival - one of the larger local parks had been taken over for the minor festival. Nevertheless, by the time they arrived it was fully dark. Lights and sounds and sparkle and shiny - Niou was a very happy boy. “What’s up first?”
Jin brought a hand up to shield his eyes a bit. It was too sparkly. But, it smelled really nice. Not that Jin would let anyone know that he may have a chance of enjoying himself!
"Ring toss." Was all Jin said before stomping that way. He was going to go win the biggest stuffed animal they had, playing the one game that was practically impossible to beat.
Niou laughed lightly, following after his companion for the night. Carnival itself completely aside, it amused him to just see Jin in such a place at all. His height was twice the size of most of the kids around, and well above most of their parents, too. And that perpetual scowl was just darling.
Yes, just darling. Dare you to mention that aloud. Stopping in front of the dreaded ringtoss game. Digging into his pocket he put a single dollar on the counter. Not that he needed the ten rings or anything.
Taking the first ring, he took a moment to line up his short, smirk at the person who was running the booth and tossed the ring... clinkclink...SCORE.
"Ah. Which one do you want..."
Niou whistled, clearly impressed, and threw an arm across Jin’s shoulders. “You pick for me!” All the fluffy creatures looked the same to him. Though there was one that, by a fairly large stretch of his rather active imagination, could have been a green giraffe. Or was that purple? Yellow? The lights were playing hell with his eyes.
Jin thought it was all three and decided it was perfect for Niou. So, Niou was getting the multicolored giraffe thing. That was probably as tall as Ryoma.
"Done." And Jin handed the remaining nine rings to a little kid, who he made a face at just to scare him shitless. :D He couldn’t be completely nice. He had an image.
“Thank you <3” Niou laughed, slinging the creature over his shoulders with glee (it really was as big as Echizen. It could probably squish him off the bed if Niou set it just so) – and turned back to the young boy Jin had freaked out. Fishing a lollypop out of his side pocket, Niou patted him lightly on the head and smiled. “It’s okay.”
The boy promptly burst into tears and ran away.
Niou frowned. Right, bugger. Good little boys didn’t take candy from strangers.
Jin tilted his head to the side before he chuckled lowly. He would have laughed, but that would be very un-Jin-like.
"What game's next..." He looked around. Not, that he really liked games or anything. But, they weren't boring or anything like that. "Or do you want to go on a ride..."
See, he was making an effort!
Niou gave a mental round of applause. “A~ny~thing~” he grinned. But then he spotted a stall featuring the throw-the-ball-to-knock-over-cans game. The game with the weighted cans at the bottom that never fell over. “Actually…”
"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow. Because, rigged games were so not rigged for Jin.
"You have something else in mind?" Like getting Jin some edible food? He really wanted a corndog. Or something equally as fried.
“Yes <3” Niou grabbed Jin’s wrist and pulled him along (oh, no – he hadn’t said anything about not dragging once they were at the carnival itself).
Corndog. Popcorn. Chips. Fairy-floss.
And the pink stick of candy reminded him of Dan. “You ought to come over to Ryuhana some day. Meet my little brother.” Uh-huh: that was a dead-serious smile on his face.
"I don't think they would like me over at the pansy school." Jin commented dryly. Though, there was a chance they would try to recruit him and make him nice.
"But, I suppose I can visit. Just so I can fuck with people." Hey, he didn't mind starting trouble, especially if he had been practically invited to do so!
Oh, yeah. Nail on the head right there. “Anytime!” Niou grinned cheerily. “Just make sure I’m there when it happens.” Random havoc was so not fun if you weren’t around to see it.
"Something tells me you want me to go over there just so I can cause trouble."
He yawned a bit. "Wouldn't you be the one who would be cleaning it up...?"
“Ah, only if it’s in the new dorm wing,” Niou chuckled. Not that he would mind cleaning up a bit of the mess from a hosting a gatecrasher anyways. There was always a little price to be paid for amusement, and it was a trade he was willing to make.
A little distracted, he looked around. They’d somehow made their way back to the edge of the carnival grounds. And, well. “What now?”
Oh yes, they were going to the bottle toss game. The one that was rigged too. But, that was okay. Once they arrived at the game, Jin paid for the toss and grinned just a bit.
"Why do they even try to rig these things." He took a step back and tossed the ball. Of course, heightened strength and senses made it rather easy to knock down all the bottles. Which left one thing. "Pick one..."
Giant three-eyed battle orang-utan anyone? Niou waved the plushie’s floppy spear in Jin’s face. “So cute! It looks just like you <3” Except for maybe the armour plating and third eye thing.
"Please keep that thing’s... floppy spear out of my face." He stared a bit before covering his mouth to keep from laughing. It was just so silly.
"I want to know who designs these things. They must have way too much time on their hands..." Or they were just naturally insane. Jin was betting it was a combination of the two.
…was that a smile? Niou grinned wolfishly. Why, yes. It appeared so. How terribly amusing. “Oh, I thoroughly agree,” he smiled back congenially. Well. Either too much or too little, at any rate. “And now? What now?” He so should have brought Dan along. Initial pizza aside, the little guy would be loving this.
It wasn't a smile. Damnit. It was a scowl. Don't you see the scowl? Grumbling a bit, Jin glanced down at his watch.
"I think I should be getting back. As much as I don’t care what they think...I'm supposed to be up in the morning." Jin quickly grabbed a hold of Niou's arm, rolled up any sleeve that was in the way and scribbled something down directly on the skin. And yes, it was his digits. "Until next time?"
“But of course,” Niou winked. On impulse, he reached up and gave Jin a kiss. Well, okay - maybe that was more like ‘bit his ear none too gently’ - all the same. “Until then <3”
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