fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

[slushfund]

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[blowfish]

[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?

[slushfund]

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.

[blowfish]

[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.]

[slushfund]

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]

[blowfish]

[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?

[slushfund]

[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.

[blowfish]

[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?]

[slushfund]

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.]

[blowfish]

[He doesn't understand why Hiruma needs a custom car to do that... but okay. He's not one to lift his nose at someone paying for extra bling.]

Are you the manager and the QB? [ouo] Oh it's the construction co. he has a stake in. Got it.

[Hmmm... an ex-teammate.]

Musashi is a cool name
cooler than yours

[Revenge!!! For the girly remark earlier.]

[slushfund]

I'm the quarterback.
The coach, when my team needs to be whipped into fucking shape.

As for the NICKNAME for Musashi...

[a smirk at his phone, you sassy little...]

I made it up.
So it had better be.

[blowfish]

[A coach too. Oh yeah, he can totally see that. Lining up his behavior with learned knowledge makes memories bright with new understanding.]

Did you like your team?

[This entire exchange has him curious about all of Hiruma's original relationships. He could probably keep asking about this for...ever.]

Outside of football I mean

[slushfund]

[did he? sometimes he thinks so. maybe not individually — that's a sentiment reserved for a select few.

but when they were together as a team...]

Most of them I didn't know/spend time with outside of football, so overall?
No.

As a whole?
Yes.

1/2

[blowfish]

[...

... ///]

[blowfish]

I wish I could see it

[slushfund]

...
My team???

[blowfish]

One of your games you dumbass

1/3

[slushfund]

[slushfund]

[...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???

what is this sudden onset of awkward emotion?!

???............................]

[slushfund]

[there is one solid minute between jesse's text and the one that's sent.]

You do

[wait—

no, no, how do you take back sent text messages? can you delete sent items?]

I mean to say of course you do.
Do you think I'd waste my time on training losers???
It'd be highly entertaining.

[blowfish]

[add another minute to that... and another. and another. it seems you've ruined everything with your tsun freakout, hiruma.

jk he was already dangerously close to closing his eyes and nodding off. the long minute of no-response gave him the perfect reason to fall into this trap. ZZZ.]

1/?

[slushfund]

[five minutes in...]

You know my text sent prematurely, I wasn't done typing it.
The return key is in an inconvenient spot.

[slushfund]

[eight minutes in...]

Pinkman.

[slushfund]

[ten minutes in...]

Jesse?

[slushfund]

[he's really fallen asleep, finally. he's glad.

hiruma stares down at the texts sent, and presses his face into the pillow. he's fairly certain he'll never live this down, come morning, but he can blame it on over-exhaustion — right? it's definitely over-exhaustion.

... definitely.]

You passed out for sure lol, I'll still be there tomorrow.
Or a little later, I guess.
Don't oversleep now, or you're in for a rude awakening.