tenipuri_xp | Script Log(s): Shiraishi, Osamu + Miyuki

★ date; Wednesday afternoon & night, 10/24.
★ rating; PG-13 for language. (Miyuki and Osamu really suck at expressing their anger politely. :D;)
★ summary; Three logs for the price of one! The first picks up in the midst of a phone conversation between Miyuki and Shiraishi on Wednesday afternoon, the second is the confrontation later that evening between Osamu and Miyuki (inspired by aforementioned conversation), and the third is the phonecall later that night from Miyuki to Shiraishi (spawned by aforementioned confrontation). |D;

Miyuki: It can't be that bad, can it?

Shiraishi: It's crowded and the trainers are morons. And I hate my roommate.

Miyuki: Well, I wouldn't hafta deal with your roommate, first off.
Miyuki: B'sides that, Occhan's a moron.

Shiraishi: Yeah but he's a moron who knows what he's talkin' about.
Shiraishi: None 'f these guys've prob'ly ever had t' deal with an anti-mutant mob.

Miyuki: So they're yuppies. T'be fair, I've never had t'deal with a mob, myself.

Shiraishi: Had t' deal with somethin'.

Miyuki: Plenty'a somethin's. Z'at make me better'n them?

Shiraishi: You're not tryin' t' teach me.

Miyuki: There's that, too. .. But, hey, misery loves company, right~?

Shiraishi: You sayin' you wanna be here?

Miyuki: M'sayin' I wouldn't mind.

Shiraishi: Huh. I prob'ly wouldn't mind, either.

Miyuki: That's the idea, Kura~.
Miyuki: ... 'Course, I bet they wouldn't let us have a puppy there.

Shiraishi: Sure would. Some 'f the other kids have pets.
Shiraishi: Long as it didn't get too big, prob'ly.

Miyuki: He~h. Mastiff's out, then.

Shiraishi: *laughs* Yeah, think so.

Miyuki: S'okay, I was thinkin' of pickin' up a mutt from some park somewhere, anyway~.

Shiraishi: Hey, worked for me. *grin*

Miyuki: *eyeroll.* Yeah, yeah~ M'already anticipatin' all the jokes about flea baths n'shit.

Shiraishi: You needed a flea bath?

Miyuki: No, Osaka, I didn't.

Shiraishi: ... I didn't think so.
Shiraishi: Just a regular one.

Miyuki: You're such a dick.

Shiraishi: Y' like me anyway.

Miyuki: Yeah, well... y'don't suck, so.

Shiraishi: Still wanna come here? Bet they'd let ya in.

Miyuki: I'll... think about it. Bet Occhan wouldn't be happy, though.

Shiraishi: Prob'ly not. They got kids that live off-campus here, too, though - I could still take classes if I lived over there.

Miyuki: Would 'e let ya'?

Shiraishi: The old man? Prob'ly not. Doesn't even want me there weekends.

Miyuki: T'shitty of 'im, though. I mean, t's'not like there's no reason for it, but still...

Shiraishi: Think you could talk to 'im?

Miyuki: Kinda been meanin' to, anyway. Sucks not havin' y'around.

Shiraishi: ... *soft smile* Thanks.

Miyuki: *grins a little, ducking her head.* Don'worry about it.

Miyuki: *Stands up from the couch and shuts off her DS at the sound of the door opening, and manages to make it to the door in record time, quickly attaching herself to the front of Osamu's shirt with wide, plaintive eyes.* Occha~n~....

Osamu: *suddenly finds himself under a bunny attack and he stops in his tracks, blinking at her. But then he sees that look and already he knows something's up.* Uh huh... whatcha do this time? Get yerself in trouble already?

Miyuki: Noooo~... *Innocent eyelash fluttering.* I brought'ya somethin'~? *Produces a box of strawberry mousse pocky from the leg pocket of the cargo pants she's wearing and holds it up to him, expression unchanged.*

Osamu: *eyes the Pocky but he takes it, inspecting the box* Oh, so yer payin' rent early then. *grins at her and ruffles her hair*

Miyuki: Uh-huh~. Or y'can consider it a bonus~. *Smiles winningly up at him, then grabs his hand and drags him into the living room to curl up on the couch with him.*

Osamu: *kicks the door closed before he's too far and he easily floats after her, letting her do most of the work* *now finds himself with his arms full of bunny, not that he's complaining* I could deal with a bonus. *smiles, poking her* Eat yet?

Miyuki: Yup~. *Cheerful.* Say, Occhan~ *Sidelong look.* Y'love me, right~?

Osamu: *taps her nose* S'pose y'could say that.

Miyuki: *Chews at her lip, then tips her head against his shoulder and blinks endearingly up at him.* So y'want me t'be happy, right~?

Osamu: *stares at her for a moment, wheels turning in his head before he laaaaaaaaughs* *he then leans in, giving her a half-seductive look* Didn't know y'were into older men~

Miyuki: *Leans back a few inches, laughing, and puts a hand to his cheek to push him away. Slightly flushed.* Y'learn somethin' new every day, right? *Grins and shakes her head.*

Osamu: *flicks her forehead with an easy grin* Okay kid, whatcha want? 'M not made of money.

Miyuki: *Rubs at her forehead absently and aims a solemn, pleading-eyed face up at him once more.* I only need's much money as it'll take t'give a puppy a flea bath an' maybe some food~....

Osamu: (A puppy?) *It doesn't sound so bad at first, but then he realizes he's dealing with Miyuki.* ...This some metaphorical puppy 'r somethin'?

Miyuki: Metaphorical puppy? *Laughs.* No, I mean a real, live puppy, the kind y'find in the park n'take home n'put a collar on. (The metaphorical puppy conversation comes later. One thing at a time~.)

Osamu: *Stares at her, brow raised.* ....'Kay. So, real puppy then. *pause, tilting his head* How much food?

Miyuki: Well, not much~... (for now.) *Reaches for her cellphone on the table beside her and flips it open to show him her wallpaper: a picture of a scruffy little white puppy.* He's tiny~.

Osamu: *Takes one look at the picture and his eye twitches-- it's... it's too cute!* *Glances to the side so he doesn't have to look at it anymore-- he doesn't want to cave in that quickly!* ...Interesting... lil' tyke, huh.

Miyuki: Yeeeeah~ *Grins.* Cute, in'ne? All fluffy, too~. So what'd'ya say, Occhan~? *Gives him a reprieve from the puppy by pulling her phone back and fiddling with it. Sends the picture of the puppy to Shiraishi.*

Shiraishi: [texted] cute dog - ours?

Miyuki: [texted] with any luck~ wish me some?

Shiraishi: [texted] good luck %%-

Miyuki: [texted] thanks~ <3

Shiraishi: [texted] let me know when i can come over too.

Miyuki: [texted] will do. (*)

Osamu: ...So ya want me t'feed the thing. What'd ya do, find it on the streets 'r somethin'?

Miyuki: In a park! *Defensive tone.*

Osamu: *gives her a dry look* Y'sure it ain't no one's dog? Hell, it might even have rabies 'r some shit like that.

Miyuki: He's been there for weeks, Occhan. *Pleading look.* And 'e's hungry an' pitiful an' needs a bath and 'e loves me. Shiraishi wants 'im, too. *Tugtug on his sleeve.*

Osamu: (Ah, shit.) What is this, some sorta orphanage?

Miyuki: No! S'just one poor puppy, Occhan! *Moves to sit in his lap, facing him, and puts her forehead to his so she's staring into his eyes. Brings the phone up beside her face, complete with puppy.* We'll take care of 'im, I promise!

Osamu: *groans, pulling away* An' what do I get outta it?

Miyuki: An adorable new flatmate and the two people y'love most in the world'll be happy. *Sparklyeyedsmile.*

Osamu: Ugh... *pulls his hat down over his eyes so he doesn't go blind* *slowly crumbling* ...It better be potty trained 'r whatever it's called. 'Cause if I see any shit anywhere....

Miyuki: I'll take care'v'it, Occhan, I swear~. *Solemn.*

Osamu: ...I better not see a dead mutt on the kitchen floor either.

Miyuki: *Jawdrop.* M'not gonna kill it, y'jerk!

Osamu: Well, not on purpose. *tries reeeally hard not to smile but it peeks through!*

Miyuki: *Smacks him lightly, but doesn't leap up in indignance just yet.* So can we have 'im?

Osamu: *siiiiiiiiigh* Yeah yeah yeah. 'e better not be in my takoyaki.

Miyuki: *Grins hugely and snatches him up in a hug, squeezing him tightly.* Thankyouthankyouthankyou~!

Osamu: *glances to the side as he tries not to smile too much... he did just get conned into getting a dog* Yeh, yeh, whatever, kid. *pats her back* Whatcha two gonna name it?

Miyuki: Haven'talked about it yet. *Kisses his cheek, then slides down onto the couch beside him, fussing with her phone again.*

Miyuki: [texted] success! <3

Shiraishi: [texted] for real?

Miyuki: [texted] just with the dog, so far, but now it's time for phase 2~

Shiraishi: [texted] more luck!

Miyuki: [texted] <3!

Miyuki: He'll prob'ly come home t'play with it some night soon. *Sidelong glance at Osamu for his reaction.*

Osamu: Eh, soon? *looks at his watch to figure out what day it is* Fuck, the kid better not come over every night. *mumbles to himself*

Miyuki: *Shoulders him lightly, growing serious.* Don'see why not.

Osamu: *frowns, eyes darkening as he thinks this through* Wonder if they c'n 'ave pets at that school.
Osamu: No, that doesn't make sense. Y'can't just waltz in there.

Miyuki: He says people do. *Looking up at him, her brow slightly knit.* And anyway, y'wouldn' hafta worry so much about his comin' home f'y'let 'im stay here t'begin with.

Osamu: *turns to look at her* We ain't gonna recruit nobody if he ain't there.

Miyuki: He'd still be there for classes. *Sits back to look at him as well.* He doesn'haft'be there twenty-four/seven t'recruit.

Osamu: *raises a brow at her* Did he talk t'you 'bout this?

Miyuki: *Slightly irritated look.* Does that matter?

Osamu: *clenches his jaw before looking away as if all this doesn't matter* *he pulls his hat over his eyes* 's more convenient if he's there the whole time.

Miyuki: For who? *Leans slightly to try to catch his eye, then reaches out and pulls his hat away.* Look't me, would'ja?

Osamu: *annoyed* Who d'ya think? *snatches his hat back*

Miyuki: Sure's hell ain't convenient for him. *Looks away for a second, then speaks again, more carefully.* Look, I get why he's there, but 'e could still do 'is job from here. Not all the students there dorm.

Osamu: *pulls his hat back on and suddenly stands* He's stayin' there. *heads into the kitchen to find something to eat*

Miyuki: *Stares after him for a second, incredulous, before standing and stalking after him.* Don't fuckin' walk away from me!

Osamu: *ignores her, taking his time unwrapping a rice ball from its packaging* *takes a bite and slowly chews, indicating that he can't talk with his mouth full*

Miyuki: *Works her jaw a little and folds her arms to quell the urge to punch him.* What's your problem with havin' 'im here? Y'know 'e can do 'is job just's well from here.

Osamu: *swallows* *pauses* *takes another bite and waves her off-- he'll talk to her later* *turns around*

Miyuki: *Tips her head back to stare at the ceiling.* M'not fuckin' goin' anywhere; you're gonna fuckin' talk t'me.

Osamu: *closes his eyes, savoring the rice ball* Yer annoyin'. Leave me alone, will ya?

Miyuki: *Refocuses her gaze on him; snaps.* I'm about t'fuckin' clock ya', and m'not fuckin' goin' anywhere! Pay th'fuck attention!

Osamu: *rolls his eyes and whips around* Will. You. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up? He's stayin' there and that's that. We need 'im there and that's where he's fuckin' gonna be.

Miyuki: *Meets his eyes sharply, unflinching, and holds them accusingly.* I just don't know what the fuck your problem is with havin' 'im in the house!

Osamu: *growls at her* He's gotta fuckin' job to do. That's my 'problem.'

Miyuki: And 'e could still do it perfectly fuckin' fine from here! *Grabs an aggressive handful of Osamu's shirt, despite herself.* What's th'fuckin' difference?!

Osamu: *leans down, eyes sharp, cold, and glaring* *voice calm, but edged* I want him there. And that's that. If he doesn't like it here. Heh. He's gonna hafta deal with it.

Miyuki: *Tightens her grip on the fistful of shirt, her brow knitting as her expression shifts from scathing to hurt, still lined with obvious anger.* Y'won't let 'im stay here, an' y'get pissed when 'e visits. T's'not fair, y'know.

Osamu: Lotsa things ain't fair. y'know. *smirks at her* C'mon, y'gotta have a better comeback than that.

Miyuki: *Shoves him hard, anger rekindled and distress provoked, and grits her teeth, tears springing to her eyes.* Don't fuck with me, okay?! I'll enroll with him if'y'keep this up. He needs something.

Osamu: *smirk immediately shifts into a glare as he stops himself from colliding with the wall* Geezus fuck. Yer talkin' like 'm cutting 'im off or somethin'! Y'know what? FINE. Fuckin' enroll wit' him. See if I fuckin' care! *throws his riceball into the wall and swiftly flies past her*

Miyuki: *Takes an unsteady step back and looks over her shoulder after him, then brushes the back of her hand across her eyes before stalking into the other room to gather her things. Pockets her phone on the way out the door, barefoot with geta in hand.*

*Late that night, around 10 pm, Shira's phone rings.*

Shiraishi: *notices the number and excuses himself from the dorm; answers once in the hall* Hey, what's up?

Miyuki: *voice slightly muffled.* Mission kinda aborted.

Shiraishi: *frowns, heads outside* What happened?

Miyuki: *sighs and shifts, her voice becoming clearer, making it apparent that it's also slightly choked.* Basically flipped out on 'im. 'E's fuckin' ridiculous.

Shiraishi: Can't say it surprises me. *sighs, sits on the steps outside the dorm building* I c'n guess it wasn't about the dog, was it?

Miyuki: No, that went fine. F'I was still livin' there, I could have a dog.

Shiraishi: The hell? He threw you out?

Miyuki: No, I left.

Shiraishi: What'd you do that for?

Miyuki: *sighs again, exasperated.* Wasn'really thinkin' about it, honestly. 'E wasn'gonna budge, an'e flipped out when I said I might enroll with ya'.
Miyuki: Stormed out, n'so did I.

Shiraishi: Think you'll go back?

Miyuki: Not anytime soon. M'stayin' out t'night, at least, but I figure I'll either wind up dormin' there'r the 'Hood'll put me up. *pause.* They will, won't they?

Shiraishi: Dunno. They got that place they just fixed up but I dunno anything about it, where it is or what it's like. I guess it's a place t' go if you're totally outta options. *considers a moment* Wouldn't mind havin' you around, though.
Shiraishi: Only problem with that's that y' gotta deal with class 'n shit.

Miyuki: Was plannin' on it, anyway; I mean, I was gonna try t'get 'im t'let us both live at home f'we were both enrolled an' recruiting, but that kinda... I lost it, s'all.

Shiraishi: An' then he lost it.

Miyuki: Pretty much.

Shiraishi: S' another reason it'd be good for me t' be there. Balance th' two 'f you out or somethin'.

Miyuki: *dryly.* I don't usually slam 'im back against th'kitchen counter when I'm talkin' to 'im. We get along just fine, most days.

Shiraishi: ... So he was bein' especially dickish today.

Miyuki: Kinda started it, t'be fair. We were gettin' along just fine before I brought the whole thing up.

Shiraishi: But soon's you mention me bein' around more he won't hear it.

Miyuki: Pretty much.

Shiraishi: Don't know what th' hell his problem is. You'd think he didn't want me around, actin' like that.
Shiraishi: Tellin' me not t' come over on weekends, even.

Miyuki: S'what it sounded like.

Shiraishi: *eyeroll, sighs and leans on hand* Yeah, you c'n come here for the' night f' you want.

Miyuki: L'prob'ly stay here; I'm kinda likin' th'fresh air. An' the puppy.

Shiraishi: 'f you're sure.

Miyuki: Yeah, don'worry about it. M'gonna get th'pup taken care of, then prob'ly look int' gettin' in there.

Shiraishi: Alright. 'F y' need anything, lemme know, 'kay? Anytime, doesn't matter 'f it's the middle of the night.

Miyuki: *closes her eyes and smiles slightly.* ... Yeah. Thanks.

Shiraishi: I'll try'n talk t' him or somethin', but I can't promise he's gonna wanna listen t' me. Hell if I know what's goin' through his head most days.
Shiraishi: But even if he was bein' a dick, didn't mean he had t' be one t' you. Geez.

Miyuki: *frowns a bit and opens her eyes again.* Hey. Quit actin' like m'a girl.

Shiraishi: *awkward.* How d'you want me to act?

Miyuki: *rolls her eyes a little and sits up.* T's'not like 'e was victimizing me. I started th'shit, anyway; t's'just's much my fault 's his.

Shiraishi: Didn't say it wasn't. Just that he oughta know better. An' not because you're a girl.

Miyuki: F'you say so. *Picks up the puppy by the scruff of its neck and plops it in her lap, then pulls the phone away to take a picture of it and sends the picture to Shira.*

Shiraishi: *laughs* It's still cute.

Miyuki: Hopefully it'll stay that way f'r'awhile. Mutt still needs a flea bath, though. *Makes a face.*

Shiraishi: But you'll get it taken care of.

Miyuki: 'Course. He'll be clean n'fluffier than ever in a day'r two.

Shiraishi: Can't wait t' meet 'im then.

Miyuki: *Laughs.* We'll be arguin' about whose room 'e's stayin' in in no time, m'sure.

Shiraishi: 'F I have a room in the same place.

Miyuki: I wouldn't put it past y't'come steal 'im from me.

Shiraishi: Better 'f he can hang out with both of us, innit?

Miyuki: I'd say so, yeah. *Ruffles the puppy until he tumbles right off her lap; chuckles.* He'll be presentable in a couple days' time, n'then we can hang out all we want.

Shiraishi: But you're okay, now?

Miyuki: Yeah, m'fine, Kura. *Smiles slightly.* Don'worry about me.

Shiraishi: Alright. Long as y' will be.

Miyuki: Cross my heart~. *Grins now.* Go get some sleep, n'I'll talk t'ya' t'morrow.

Shiraishi: 'Kay.
Shiraishi: .. 'Night, Miyu.

Miyuki: 'Night, Kura.