April Catch-All

[leatherdaddy]

who: Gladio and a lot of scrawny dudes YOU
what: Two missions, and a whole lot of bad decisions social interactions
when: April catch-all means... all of April!
where: Various
warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines!




Mission: Brownout (closed to Reaper, Sans, McCree, Gladio)

Mission: How to Train Your... (closed to Gladio, Sans, Gooeygetsu, Eichi, Sasuke, McCree)

I Never (closed to mission-goers; tag in with your I, Never and threadjack away!)
 
Training Sessions (OTA who wants to play out survival, weapons training, etc)

Comments

[hellshot]

Yeah, well. It's not a moment that's going to happen again, so try not to forget it in your current drunken stupor.

[His head hurts moreso than usual, a dull throb against his temples. Dizziness he's not felt in a while is what he'll blame that little... mishap on. Ugh.]

You should go to sleep. Sun'll make itself known soon.

[finethanks]

Let's make a deal.

[He has inspiration for this, suddenly, pushing himself to sit up and abandoning the cup on the ground, even if one of his hands has to move immediately to his head. Ugh, this is a disgusting feeling, he's going to die later.

So he better get his enjoyment out of this now, right?]

I'll go to sleep if you say "sleep well, Eichi-kun~."

[hellshot]

No.

[NO DRAMATICS, NO EXCUSES, NO YELLING.

Just.

No.

No, he's not going to do that.]

[finethanks]

Is it such a harmful thing that you'd rather see me stay awake forever? That's so cruel, Reaper.

[hellshot]

[I swear to god, Eichi.]

I'm saying that you're to go to sleep without me saying that sort of unnecessary...

...

-kun, shit.

[He's not exactly sober himself.]

[finethanks]

Hmm, so you'd prefer something else? Since I can't ask you to give me a big smile, how about a pat on the head? My cute little Tori is always asking for praise like this in such an endearing way, so perhaps I can capture that image.

[No......... They're both drunk]

[hellshot]

[He stares at Eichi for a moment. As if he's considering it.

His mask is still on his face.

So.

Easy.

He reaches forward and roughly pats the top of the Idol's head.]


There.

[YOU CANT SEE THAT HE'S NOT SMILING. JOKE'S ON YOU.]

[finethanks]

[Now his hair is messed up and he seems to sink with the pat. But... he's semi satisfied because he got Reaper to pat his head? That's something.]

Uwahh, Reaper is worse than Sasuke, it seems. [Reaching up, he has to try and straighten out his hair. It's not working as well as it should.] Now I'll sleep if you don't pat me so roughly again, okay? Not that it hurt, but my hair looks odd now.

[hellshot]

[He's going to sit back and settle with his arms folded over his stomach, himself. he doesn't Laugh at Eichi, but there might be a cheeky grin on his face when the other complains about his hair.]

Be more specific next time.

And your hair can be brushed. Don't complain about pointless things.

[finethanks]

If I don't appear beautiful at all times, the paparazzi might find me and take unflattering photos, you know?

[He's temporarily forgotten this isn't like home. But nevermind that, he's wobbling to his feet to go to the tent. He has lost, he will sleep... But he does smile over his shoulder.]

Good night, Reaper.