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LETS DO SOMETHING.
IF YOU NEED INSPIRATION PICK SOMETHING.
OR JUST BLANK COMMENT I'LL ROLL WITH IT.

Kefka Palazzo

Nemissa

Gin Ichimaru

Gig

Uzu Sanageyama

Nui Harime

REQUEST A CHARACTER OR BLANK IT AND I'LL JUST PICK SANAGEYAMA SOMEONE AT RANDOM.

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[ironbuttmonkey]

[OH NO INUMATA WHY.]

You're joking.

The only person able to beat me around here is Sat-Lady Satsuki.

...and maybe Matoi.

[Pointing accusingly.]

Don't get cocky, computer boy.

[databoner]

Sounds like you don't want to find out.

[ Rational part of Inumutas mind: what are you doing WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Rest of Inumutas mind: Hold my beer. ]

I understand. It would be shaming.

[ironbuttmonkey]

Oh!

[He stands up suddenly, his glass slipping out of his hand and smashing on the ground, slamming both free hands on the table and leaning forward.]

You-you think so, huh?! C'mon! Right here, uniform or no uniform! Either way you're gonna get an ass kicking, nerd!

[Everyone else in the bar has gone completely silent our of sheer terror. OH GOD THREE STARTS FIGHTING WHY.]

[databoner]

[ Inumuta, still seated and getting a bit overheated with his high collar, unzips his collar down a bit. ]

Name calling, even though we were so close a few minutes ago?


[ This is a horrible idea. But once he downs the rest of his drink, nothing seems like a bad idea ever again. ]

Alright. Yeah. Let's go.

[ironbuttmonkey]

[He doesn't waste any time, taking a step onto the table in front of them, lunging forward and throwing a punch right at Inumata's smug nerd face.]

[databoner]

[ DODGE ROLL OUT OF THE WAY out of the fucking chair and onto the floor. The sloppiest dodge ever, but he knows one good hit and he's out. He can't win on strength alone and he knows it. Sneak attacks are how he fights best, and for that to work, he needs an opportunity.

One that won't happen while he's on his back on the bar floor. Inumuta gets back to his feet from the floor and steadies himself. Right. Fighting. Okay. He's got this. Just needs Sanageyama to come at him so he can counter appropriately. ]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[His momentum carries him forward once he misses, so takes another step forward off of the table to avoid falling over. The smell of alcohol off of his breath and sound of Inumata's breathing keeps Sanageyama aware of where he is, so as soon as he's stepped off of the table throws himself in Inumata's direction to ram into him with his shoulder, trying to knock him over.]

[databoner]

[If Sanageyama is headed towards him at this speed, with ... with some variation for drunken stumbling, then his predicted path is best avoided by stepping to the left, six inches... maybe?

He's not thinking as clearly as he should be, for the obvious reasons.

The good news: the prediction he made was correct, and stepping six inches to the left would allow him to dodge Sanageyama's shove.

The bad news: the time spent making this prediction took too long, and Inumuta just winds up standing there dumbly as the other rams into him.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[YEAH HE TOTALLY GOT YOU HOUKA.

Drunken stumbling is definitely a thing though; in fact, once he successfully rams into him, he doesn't really know what to do from there quick enough and falls forward, landing on top of Inumata in the process.]

Ugh!

[Everyone else in the bar starts to wonder why these idiots are three stars.....]

[databoner]

[And now he has this hundred-something pound asshole on him.

Literally crushing him.

You can practically see his soul, escaping his body, as he just lays there with Sanageyama on top of him.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

Ughhh...

[He rolls off of Inumata clumsily and sits up, rubbing his face with his forearm briefly.]

Maybe we ought to...do this when we can walk straight...

[databoner]

[Man, he can't even breathe right now. You really knocked the wind out of him.]

I don't think... I can walk at all...

[Drama Queen.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[inumata plz

Still, in his drunken state, Sanageyama just laughs it off.]

Alright, alright. Maybe it's a good thing that was the last one.

[He gets up on one knee and then stands, albeit hesitantly - there's some wobbling as he tries to keep his balance - but eventually he's up. He offers his hand to help him up.]

C'mon, lets get you up first.

[databoner]

[ Houka pushes himself to sit upright at least, and then takes the other's hand. ]

...

[ironbuttmonkey]

[He's actually legitimately helping him! He pulls Inumata to his feet.]

[databoner]

[ Oh, Sanageyama-kun...

Aaand he's pulled to his feet, somewhat sloppily dusting himself off from the ground. ]

Thank you, Sanageyama.

... We should get going, shouldn't we.

[ironbuttmonkey]

[sparkles at u like the sempai he is

No, not really. He's on-board with leaving though.]

So you can walk after all! That saves me a lot of trouble. Just lemme hit the bill-

[He doesn't walk towards the counter as he does walk by it, reaching into his pocket and tossing a fistful of money on the counter.

...it's probably too much but he'll care in the morning.

Right now he's leaving whoops cmon houka]

[databoner]

[ but does his junk glow??? Get out of my face.

He can stand, yes. Walk... Still a little questionable. They will find out soon, as he tries to follow after Sanageyama. Aaaaand... Success!! Walking can happen. Just... A little slower than usual. Slow down, friend, unless you want to carry his ass. Which you probably could easily, honestly...]

... You didn't have to pay. I owe you already, I don't want to owe you more.

1/2

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Carry? More like drag along the floor by the foot tbh.]

Don't worry about i-

[ironbuttmonkey]

[He may have just walked straight into the closed door of the bar.]

[databoner]

Ah-

[That... looked like it hurt. For real.]

Sanagama-

[Wait fuck that's not his name.]

...Uzu, are you alright?

[First names are easier to say. Let's pretend he didn't just fuck up the other's name. He's a little concerned now though that he, who may be a little too intoxicated to walk long distances, is possibly now going to have to be responsible for helping a blind guy home...]

[ironbuttmonkey]

Wh-no, yeah, yeah, of course.

[He reaches out, momentarily patting the door before finding the handle and pushing it open.]

I think all that alcohol is effecting my shingetsu a little that's all...

[Outside they go.]

[databoner]

You walked into a door.

[YOU COULD THROW YOURSELF INTO HIM AT TOP SPEED BUT YOU COULDN'T SEE A DOOR, MONKEY?]

Let me lead the way.

[As long as you don't mind him moving at the same rate as a turtle.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

I don't need your help.

[HE'S FINE he says as he turns to keep walking only to walk straight into a trash can, stumble over it and land on his head, the weight of his body dragging his legs along with him and bringing his back slamming down onto the pavement.

fuck]

[databoner]

[...You're a mess, bro.

But he's the one who made you a mess, so he will Take Responsibility. Houka quietly walks over to the other and takes his hand. Not giving you an option, man, he's just gonna go on and grab your hand. Whether or not he cooperates is up to him though.]

We can help each other. There's no shame in that.