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)

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[finethanks]

The comment about hands staying cleaner makes Eichi glance down at his own. He'd hardly consider his hands clean, even if he's never done anything like kill. It just makes him think of all the dreams he'd crushed to get the school back and running how it should be, to get idols pursuing their dreams and careers properly—

Ah, why is he thinking about that now? It's not as if he'll be getting back to that. But the comment of Gladio being a wall of muscle gets him to glance back up and relax a little with a chuckle.

"My curiosity got the better of me. I wanted nothing more than to be able to try something I might not be able to later, you see..." He curls his fingers a little into the cloth of his pants, glancing back over his shoulder at the fight he can't really see.

"I need just a moment before I can walk. We can go after that, if that's alright."

[bone_idle]

"Do I look like I'm in a hurry?"

That's not an accusation.

Sans -- sprawled there (but not bonelessly, ha ha) in his rumpled, comfortable clothes, bits of grass caught in the fuzzy pink tufts of his slippers -- looks more like he's ready to just lie back and while away the afternoon here. But, truthfully, he's observing Eichi's moment of reflection. Is it a consequence of his comment about clean hands? Or about any regrets following their little drinking game?

Hell if he knows.

"We'll go whenever you're ready. Just don't take too long," he warns, "Or Gladdy's gonna let us have it for our little vanishing act. Capiche?"

[finethanks]

"Nothing seems to bother you, Sans-kun."

But something must. He wonders what it is. If something he's doing actually is a burden or a bother. Thinking on that, though, is an endless cycle he can't get into right now. Not in public, surrounded by others. He still remembers Suigetsu looking back at them and he could swear he saw a look of enjoyment on his face for his condition.

He brushes some hair from his own face and focuses on breathing. "I know. He seemed thoroughly distracted, so another moment should be fine." He'll rest for just a few minutes longer before telling Sans that he feels okay enough to walk.

[bone_idle]

Bless you, Eichi, you lined this one up for him so nicely, like a gift tied up with a pretty bow. Sans actually sits up for this, putting up both hands to point at Eichi, grinning.

"That's 'cuz nothin' gets under my skin," he says.

Ha ha, ok, so only he thinks that's funny, but that's plenty enough for Sans. His hands drop into his lap, slouching like the lump of pure inactivity he is, listening to the distant battle, waiting for the silence to come, and if it does, for any sign that maybe their travel companions are still going to be living on the top side of the soil.

Eichi speaks up first. "Yeah? Ok, let's walk and roll," he grunts, pushing himself up to his feet with some effort. "Better make sure none of them turned out like the guy in that chainsaw accident."

He takes hold of the crook of Eichi's arm to help him up to his feet, going on to explain, quite seriously, "Took his whole left side off. Terrible. But it's ok--

"He's all right now."

Ready to shortcut back?

[finethanks]

Eichi still does laugh quietly at that joke. Mostly, he finds it so strange that Sans is so obsessed with puns, but that makes it funny by itself. It's the whole chainsaw comment that confuses him for a moment. He really has no idea how to follow Sans in conversation sometimes.

And then it turns out to be a joke again, and he's furrowing his eyebrows a little while he looks at the skeleton. "That one is much worse than the last, you know..." These jokes keep getting worse.

[bone_idle]

Sans actually looks proud of himself, saying, just before the world blinks out for a second, "That's the point."

Back a generous stone's throw from where they first left, Sans releases his hold on Eichi's arm to tuck his hands back into the pockets of his generously sized hoodie. "It's pretty effective, though."

He can't mean effective at inspiring laughter, because that one was pretty god-awful.