slushfund | fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

It's been forever since I had to resist searching for something on the internet...

[HE WANTS TO WATCH WITH YOU.]

[..............]

You don't go looking for it, I want to show you. Understand????? It'll be much more funny.

[just to make sure.............]

If your laugh is fake, I will know.

[ahaha...]

Shit... i'm typing it in
Something's loading
can't... can't stop myself.......

... I can tell what you're doing.

There's a shocker

but really how would you tell if I cheated? Now I'm curious

I would take your word for it. Other than that, you're especially easy for me to read. Your real laugh is different.

[...

]

[You know when someone is typing, stops, and starts again, and stops...and starts again... yeah. If Hiruma's watching the screen at all.]

well
It's more fun to watch things with you so it don't matter

Edited 2015-06-13 03:04 (UTC)

[considering they're doing nothing but lying in bed texting each other, hiruma is absolutely watching the screen.

but he only realizes he's laughing quietly into an empty room (—since when?) after he glances over to see expansive, barren space, instead of another set of bunk beds. there used to be a time when a simple knock on the wall by his bed could could reassure him that someone's less than two feet away.

always a racket, no matter how soft the sound. if only separated by paper thin gyprock.]

Yeah. It's fucking boring up here. Ritzy as hell, hard to complain, but I could hear a pin drop across the room; it's unnaturally quiet. Perhaps they have soundproofed this place, or there may be some future noise-cancellation shit.

[It's not the first time during the conversation he finds himself wishing he could amble one door over and keep the both of them company. Can't be done and the instinct refuses to go dormant anyway.]

Background noise could help you sleep
TV, music, something
But I know what you mean
I got used to sharing and now this whole apartment is mine
It's weird

You lived by yourself back on Earth, too, right?

[part of him wonders if jesse's done that himself.]

Uh huh
It was cool. I had an entire house to myself.
Could party whenever...

[In other words, it was just as lonely as this.]

You bought a whole house?

[ah, right. drug dealer. hiruma wonders about the cost of living in albuquerque.]

Tell me about it.

It was supposed to be mine
It belonged to my aunt. She died and my parents stole it from me. but I totally stole it back.

[He does miss that house sometimes. There was a reason why he never wanted to go in the first place.]

They used me cooking my product there as a reason to kick me out, so I used that as a reason to keep them from selling to anyone else

[Clever, huh? Well, he thought so anyway.]

[hiruma reads the text, horizontal now, arm his acting pillow. the real deal is too soft; too thick for his neck.

jesse's existing family sounds brutal, which makes his nose wrinkle. it's not exactly a peppy topic, but he feels a strong pull to ask him more. off-record, of course. he'll delete these texts... commit them to memory. the safest spot for them.]

Guess that'd pretty much shred their insurance on it. I ain't the best authority on how family works, but isn't stealing from your child a fucking faux-pas?

[He has no qualms, or doubts, about telling Hiruma any of this. Even through text. The trust between them is solid as a brick.]

They're douchebags
My little brother was cool, a good kid
Wish I didn't have to stop seeing him too when they cut ties. I think I knew they'd never want anything to do with me again when my dad more or less told me to fuck off after I got clean.

[Oof... this conversation went places.]

Did you live with yours?

What's his name?

[jesse wouldn't want him to apologize, so he doesn't — not that he ever would in the first place. pitying someone is the worst kind of hands-off torture. he's also discovering a lot he didn't know. a little brother, huh.

might explain how he's so good with children.

he decides the next question is best answered honestly; there's no sense lying to someone who can read your bullshit.]

I lived with my father for a short time, but I left before jr high.

[He hasn't thought about his kid brother in what feels like forever. Jesse hopes he's doing alright... typing out the name feels strange.]

Jake

[As for the answer to his question, it surprises him at first. Brings up a lot of extra questions. Before Junior High? Really young, to move out on your own.]

Seriously? Where'd you go?

That's a lot less girly than I expected.

[a teasing jibe to up the comfort factor of this conversation. it has gotten heavy, but that's understandable. hiruma doesn't care, they're sharing more about themselves without feeling like it's interrogative. a good reason to keep going... he's only ever traded information with kurita.]

A business hotel. The size of the place was built bigger than the blueprints outlined. So they let me stay for free.

[Heavy, but he also feels a weight lifting at the same time. He never chose to talk about anything when it came to his old life, with anyone, other than vague explanations. In so many ways it feels like he never got closure or resolution for it.

Pft. An unheard scoff, for that jibe. Jesse wrinkles his forehead, reading more. Looks like they both figured out ways to con their living situations into existence.]

Nice
Does that include maid and room service?

[He's, of course, curious about what made Hiruma want to leave his father at such a young age, but maybe that's a conversation better saved for in-person.]

All the trimmings, of course. It's close to everything, so it's suitable.

[he wishes that they had pictures to show each other, but whatever.]

I have a custom Jeep.

[u_u]

[Dang, he never even has to clean. Pretty sweet. If a little bit lonely sounding.

...a custom Jeep. An American car, lol. He smiles to himself-- he can see it being Hiruma's style.]

I don't think Jeeps when I think Japan
What's it look like?

[both lifestyles are a little bit lonely sounding, but—]

It's got a detachable scouting tower, for games. ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Ordered it through Takekura Construction. Someone I know owns it — partially, that is.

[He wouldn't argue with that at all.]

huh? What do you do with it? is it part-tank or something

[He can see that being Hiruma's style too.....]

So you both own it? Was he a buddy of yours

[Learning about this stuff is fun and he's loath to put away his phone, at any point. He rolls onto his stomach and rubs the sleep out of one eye with a palm. Is that birds chirping he hears?]

No, it's got a chrome body, thicker heavy-duty tires, as well as a large front grate. The tower is a perch for the manager to stand on and take important footage of amefuto matches.

[very fond of his ride...........

the question about musashi makes him pause a moment, but — why not?]

I own it, because I bought it. Musashi was a teammate, now he's just an old man with valuable skills.

[read: yes, he is a buddy of mine.]

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