[Script Log] Miyuki, Osamu

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Date: Sunday, Oct. 21
Rating: PG
Summary: Miyuki plays with her powers and Osamu inquires~ and Brotherhood gets a new member.


Miyuki: *Looks down at the chopsticks in her hand, then at her shadow behind her, flickering with the light from the TV. Sets the chopsticks in the container and holds it up, looking back at her shadow to pick them up with it. Lifts them caaaarefully into the air and looks cautiously triumphant.*

Osamu: *Floats from the kitchen into the living area, holding two containers with combini yakisoba. But he stops in mid-flight, brow quirking at the floating chopsticks.* That's somethin' ya don't see everyday-- flyin' chopsticks?

Miyuki: *Promptly loses enough concentration to drop the chopsticks, given the already-inconsistent light source, and scowls in Osamu's direction.* Y'screwed me up, Occhan.

Osamu: I think yer already screwed up, but that's just my opinion. *grins, flying over and settling on the couch beside her, handing her some soba*

Miyuki: Jerk. *Snatches the offering from him and picks up the chopsticks physically this time, promptly stuffing her face.*

Osamu: Aww, hurt yer feelin's? *pokes her cheek with the butt-end of his chopsticks*

Miyuki: *Glances behind her at their shadows again and uses hers to smack his hand down.* Don't flatter yourself, Occhan. *Aims a mock-scornful look at him.*

Osamu: *Watches his chopsticks go flying. He pouts.* An' now look what you did. What'm I s'posed to do now? Eat with my hands?

Miyuki: *Sighs at him and sets her food aside, getting up to go over to where the chopsticks landed. Standing over them at a slight distance, she uses her shadow to pluck them off the ground and toss them up to her other hand, where she catches them physically. Smirking, she carries them back to him.*

Osamu: *He looks at her with an interested expression, but then he throws his hands up in exasperation* Now they're dirty!

Miyuki: *Incredulous look; laughing.* They're about t'get dirtier, 'cos I'm gonna stick 'em in your eye, y'jerk!

Osamu: *Grins wide.* The bunny would do that? I don't believe it. *pats the seat next to him* Hurry up and sit yer ass down.

Miyuki: *Scathing look; tosses the chopsticks at him and falls on the couch. Reclaims her food.* S'not like the couch was gonna get cold.

Osamu: *Somehow manages to catch the chopsticks without poking his eyes out* Yeh well, I didn't wanna see yer skinny ass when I could be watchin' TV.

Miyuki: S'not like there's anything interesting on TV, either. *Mock-sulks and returns to eating.* Nothin' more interesting than me, anyway.

Osamu: *Looks over, noodles hanging out of his mouth. He slurps them up after a moment's thought.* Telekinetic?

Miyuki: *Laughs a little.* F'I were telekinetic, I'd've grabbed 'em from here, wouldn't I?

Osamu: *Grins.* I dunno. Short-range telekinesis? Hmm... *rubs his chin, absently noting that maybe he's due for a shave* Eh, too much thinkin'. Jus' tell me.

Miyuki: Umbrakinesis. *Jerks her head behind her at their shadows on the wall, then reaches over with her shadow to pat his head.*

Osamu: *Ducks his head a bit.* Oi, watch the hair. *tries in vain to smack her shadow hand away. He looks at her with interest.* So... that means you make really awesome shadow puppets.

Miyuki: *Snickers.* Shadow puppets that can kick your ass. *Leans over, just behind him, and her shadow kisses his shadow's cheek.*

Osamu: Ewwww, cooties~ *laughs, touching his cheek* Didja feel that too?

Miyuki: Nope, can't. *Settles back, still grinning a little.* S'why I hafta see my shadow in order t'do it; I can't feel what it touches.

Osamu: An' ya need an actual shadow? Or can ya do things like that in the dark too?

Miyuki: Nah, doesn't work in the dark. *Fishes in her pocket and produces a small flashlight, which she flicks on and aims briefly at his eyes.* S'why I carry this.

Osamu: *Squints, eyeing the flashlight* That tiny thing? Izzat even enough?

Miyuki: *Turns it across the room, toward her geta just out in the hall, and brings her hand several inches in front of the flashlight to pick up one of the shoes, seemingly effortlessly.*

Osamu: And then y'can bring it here?
Osamu: Don't throw it.

Miyuki: I'd haft'o. *Glances back at him.* And it's a bit too far t'throw it all the way to me, but lemme try somethin'. *Considers the shadows for a moment, then tosses the geta, a foot or so above the flashlight's beam and a few feet in her direction. When it comes down into the light again, she catches it with her shadow and grins.*

Osamu: *He smirks.* Huh. That was pretty smart of ya. *ruffles her hair as a form of praise* Looks like you've been practicin' a lot.

Miyuki: *Grins, leaning into his hand a bit while carefully maintaining the light on her hand and her eyes on the shadows. Repeats the trick in the opposite direction, then lowers the geta to its former place, more-or-less.* 'V'had a coupla years t'practice, actually. *Turns off and pockets the flashlight.*

Osamu: Yeh, it shows. Looks like you've got most of the mechanics down, at least. Musta been real useful out there.

Miyuki: S'how I made most'a my money. *Shrugs and settles lower on the couch, leaning against his side a little.* I'm tryin' t'get better at usin' it on the fly, without... prepping for it, y'know? Eventually, I'll be able t'fight with it an' all.

Osamu: *Sets his meal on his lap and wraps an arm around her shoulder* Ya wanna fight? Fight what though?

Miyuki: *Nestles into his side with a happy noise, content with his arm around her.* Believe it or not, a good hard left hook comes in handy on the streets.

Osamu: *Makes a sound of agreement* No doubts 'bout that. So just fer yourself.

Miyuki: *Thoughtful pause.* For now, yeah. Just when I need it.

Osamu: *nods slightly* If I could do somethin' like that, I'd prolly beat the shit outta everyone. *grins, chuckles at that* Can't do much by m'self.

Miyuki: *Smiles slightly.* Never was much a'one for unnecessary violence, but it gets more n' more necessary these days.

Osamu: Don'cha hate it when they hate ya just 'cause you can fly?

Miyuki: Doesn' make any damn sense. *Quiet now.* If anything, we're better than them, right? Sure as hell ain't sub-human.

Osamu: *grins to himself, tilting his head to let it rest against hers* Y'think so?

Miyuki: Don't act like you don't, too. *Glances sideways in his general direction.*

Osamu: We sure ain't rats, that's fer sure. *looks over and smiles*

Miyuki: Yeah, but try tellin' everyone else that. *Offers a wry smile in return.*

Osamu: Talkin's too slow and ain't effective at all.

Miyuki: Tell me about it. No one fuckin' listens, anyway.

Osamu: That's what we gotta do somethin' 'bout it.

Miyuki: *Sits up away from him a bit to look at him.* What's there t'do?

Osamu: Lotsa things. *looks over, smiling cheerfully* But it's grown-up stuff so ya don't hafta listen~

Miyuki: *Narrows her eyes a little and moves further away, unsmiling.* M'not a kid, y'know.

Osamu: *quirks a brow, folding his arms* Oh yeah? Then what're ya?

Miyuki: *Slightly frustrated sound.* Look, I'm young, alright? I know. But m'not stupid, and m'not gonna let y'play this stupid 'maybe-when-you're-older' game with me, either.

Osamu: But yer a kid. Not like y'can help us.

Miyuki: *Sneers slightly.* Y'said it yourself; my powers're more useful than yours. Don' screw with me. I wanna help.

Osamu: But ya haven't even heard what we actually do.

Miyuki: 'Cos y'won't fuckin' talk to me about it.

Osamu: *stares at her for a long moment before leaning in just a little closer, touching her chin* Can I trust ya, then?

Miyuki: *Stares intently up into his eyes, unblinking.* If I can trust you.

Osamu: *pauses, then smiles* You can trust me. *settles back and yawns* What we do's kinda dangerous, truthfully. *looks over* But for people like us, just livin's kinda dangerous already, isn't it?

Miyuki: Hell'v'a lot more than it should be. *Sits back slowly, still facing him.*

Osamu: *nods, agreeing, and he mumbles quietly* It's dangerous for us, and the people we care for, whether they're mutants or not. *looks toward her again* That's what we're tryin' to do. Make the world a safer place for people like us. *smiles slightly, almost bitterly* The world's like school. Here we are, jus' mindin' our own business, jus' tryin' to live our lives... then everyone else just comes up and bitch-smacks us, takin' all our lunch money away. Maybe more. That's why we need to stand up to them.

Miyuki: 'Ve never just sat there an' taken it. *Dark look.* But there's an organization, is there? Figured there had t'be, with a place like this. *Gestures vaguely at the room.*

Osamu: *shrugs* If they're providin' for us, all the better, right? Back at Osaka, they tried t'kick me outta my own apartment. Bet if I came here, I wouldn't've been able to find a place to stay, not with the way I like t'get around.

Miyuki: Yeah, I'd bet. *Sighs slightly.* So what'd'ya do, exactly?

Osamu: *looks her over, then scoots closer to bring her against his side* Hear what happened at Osaka recently?

Miyuki: Heard a little about it, but I don't really read the paper. *Settles against him, but remains a little tense.*

Osamu: Oi, don't be like that. *gives her a little squeeze* Well, what happened in Osaka was that they were rounding up mutants and puttin' them in their 'institutions.' I dun remember the lame reason they gave us for that but in any case, they were rounding us up like a bunch of cattle. I heard they were actually doin' experiments on us... Anyway, it's been goin' on and no one was doin' anythin' 'bout it an' I bet most of them in there had friends who were norms. So we broke 'em out 'cause no one else would do it.

Miyuki: *Relaxes a little, slowly, frowning.* Nothin' wrong with that.

Osamu: Ya really think so? *glances down at her*
Osamu: *pauses, contemplating for a moment* They call us terrorists, you know.

Miyuki: They also call us monsters. *Sharply.*

Osamu: *smiles genuinely* So ya understand.

Miyuki: *Searches the wall opposite them for a moment before nodding once, resolutely.* S'much as you can expect me to.

Osamu: Thing is, I don't know what to expect. *glances at the wall she was looking at*

Miyuki: From me? *Glances up at him again, finally.*

Osamu: *glances at her again, smiling* I don't see any other bunny.

Miyuki: *Studies him for a moment, thoughtful and solemn.* I give as good as I get. S'long as you look out for me, I'll have your back, for sure.

Osamu: Heh, is that so? Then we've got yours, for sure. In the end, we look out fer each other-- s'what we should do. *Nods for emphasis*

Miyuki: *Smiles after a second and turns to slide her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest.* Thank you.

Osamu: No problem, sweet cheeks. We should be thankin' you. *Hugs her lightly, running his fingers through her hair affectionately*

Miyuki: *Takes a deep breath and sighs, letting the last of the tension seep out so she slumps in his arms a bit.* Haven't done anything you should be thankin' me for just yet, have I?

Osamu: *shrugs* Just understandin's good enough. Kinda half-expected you t'call the cops on me.

Miyuki: *Laughs aloud, surprised.* Call the cops? Shit, no. I'm not a huge fan of the cops, believe it or not.

Osamu: *grins a bit, flicking her forehead* What?? The cops don't adore my lil' bunny angel!?

Miyuki: *Flinches slightly, laughing.* Nah, we've never had the best relationship, I've gotta say~.

Osamu: I hear ya. So should I even ask what ya do every day? *tweaks her nose*

Miyuki: *Crinkles her nose.* Hey, ask away~ I'm nothin' if not honest, Occhan.

Osamu: 'Kay. So whatcha steal yesterday~?

Miyuki: *Starts ticking things off on her fingers.* And earring and necklace set, two bracelets, three candy bars and only about two thousand yen.

Osamu: *stares at her for a long moment* Still got those candy bars on you?

Miyuki:... One of 'em. *Drags her jacket off the back of the couch and produces a candy bar for him.*

Osamu: *eyes light up at the sight of the candy bar, and he snatches it out of her hand* Consider it rent. *unwraps the bar and takes a bite*

Miyuki: *Laughs good-naturedly.* Should I be bringin' ya somethin' back regularly, then?

Osamu: *throws what's left of the bar onto the coffee table and nuzzles into her* I'd love my snugglebunny if she did that~

Miyuki: *Squeaks a little and laughs, wrapping her arms around him as he snuggles her.* 'Snugglebunny?' You're such a freak, Occhan~! *Musses his hair, then.*

Osamu: Not more of a freak than you~ *grins, letting her play with his hair* All right. Wanna come with me t'work tomorrow?

Miyuki: Arguable. *Runs her hands through his hair, humming, then brightens at his suggestion.* Can I really~?

Osamu: *smiles* Dun see why not, now that yer one of us.

Miyuki: What, s'that easy? *Chuckles.* No hazing or initiation rites?

Osamu: You've survived living with me so I think that's good enough.

Miyuki: Well, hey, f'you say so~. *Snuggles further into his arms and actually kisses his cheek this time, crinkling her nose at the feel of stubble.* Means I gotta get up early, though, huh?

Osamu: *chuckles at the look on her face* Yeh. Want me t'wake you up?

Miyuki: Y'gonna have to; girls like me don't get up at the asscrack a'dawn on their own. *Grins.* Makin' somethin' good for breakfast should help.

Osamu: Make somethin'? *rubs the back of his neck, making a face* Well, I c'n make eggs, I guess. But anyway, y'should finish dinner and take a bath. Don't want ya fallin' asleep on me tomorrow.

Miyuki: *Rolls her eyes a little, grinning still, and picks up her food again eagerly.* Jus' make sure it's edible, and I'll be happy t'take a nap once we get back home.

Osamu: Sounds good t'me. *picks up his own food and finally starts gobbling it down*