Willard H. Wright (
alethiological) wrote in
exsiliumlogs2012-02-29 02:01 am
Entry tags:
lousy goddamn stupid teenagers.
Date & Time: 2/28, afternoon
Location: The various locations where derps get in trouble
Characters: Lion Ushiromiya (
llywellin), Willard H. Wright (
alethiologial), and that one stupid puppy (
digitalemperor).
Summary: Wherein Lion complains, Mikado figures out his weapon, an 11-second argument takes place, and Will hates his life. Same ol'.
Warnings: Arguments and idiots.
Yesterday morning ended up being highly eventful. Starting over with the usual arguments, then being dragged outside by the obnoxious fiance, then somehow devolving into being chased by things even he couldn't kill and hiding in some random building's basement.
What had been amusing at first was now entirely irritating. The time is spent watching the reactions across the network (good job with the advance warning guys, full marks) and noting what to add to the records later. Actually writing them down? No. The room is too loud, too dark, entirely cramped and humid and he's already thrown his coat to hang on one pipe and his hair slicked back. Listening for anyone breaking in upstairs or when the louder steps outside cease or when Lion finally snaps and goes after him with his own gun.
Mental note: Figure out a reward for the brat. Keeping the complaining to a minimum for over 24 hours is practically a miracle.
Addendum: No puns. You have not fallen that far out of focus, dammit.
Location: The various locations where derps get in trouble
Characters: Lion Ushiromiya (
Summary: Wherein Lion complains, Mikado figures out his weapon, an 11-second argument takes place, and Will hates his life. Same ol'.
Warnings: Arguments and idiots.
Yesterday morning ended up being highly eventful. Starting over with the usual arguments, then being dragged outside by the obnoxious fiance, then somehow devolving into being chased by things even he couldn't kill and hiding in some random building's basement.
What had been amusing at first was now entirely irritating. The time is spent watching the reactions across the network (good job with the advance warning guys, full marks) and noting what to add to the records later. Actually writing them down? No. The room is too loud, too dark, entirely cramped and humid and he's already thrown his coat to hang on one pipe and his hair slicked back. Listening for anyone breaking in upstairs or when the louder steps outside cease or when Lion finally snaps and goes after him with his own gun.
Mental note: Figure out a reward for the brat. Keeping the complaining to a minimum for over 24 hours is practically a miracle.
Addendum: No puns. You have not fallen that far out of focus, dammit.

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But similar to Lion, once that minor scuffle is over with the only thing remaining is the light irritation that comes with being stuck in a small room for over twenty-four hours with someone who makes you want to shoot them in the kneecaps. -- For the first time in months, the latter part of that thought is suffocated and left for dead, and the gun is taken back without a second glance, "Don't worry about it. I deserved it."
The being held at gunpoint, not actually being shot. Though a long moment is spent afterward with his arms crossed and staring down at Lion. At least before sighing, "You're aware doing this is making you a target, could get you hurt and possibly killed again, and I can't save you. Just checking to make sure your memory's not deficient."
All said while retrieving his coat, and slipping it back on in a way that could almost be described as defeated. This is a bad idea, one could even say it's a worst idea, but that never stopped him from participating in Worst Ideas for Lion's sake before. No reason to stop now.
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"We'll definitely be all right." Lion glances back at him with a quiet smile. "Let me go first. When we get back, you can lecture me all you like and I won't protest." Because if he deserved having a gun waved at him - which really he didn't - then Lion at least can endure his version of lectures.
Untying the jacket and slipping it back on, Lion turns the doorknob and peeks out. It might look a bit humourous. Then opening the door wider and stepping into a dingy hallway that only maintenance workers probably see, reaching for Will's hand the moment that hand is free.
"Practically fresh air compared to in there," Lion mutters with a soft sigh.
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True love, that.
A further answer comes when Lion attempts to be sneaky, peeking out of the door into the hallway. His response is walking right past without a second glance at the hand offered or its owner. Entirely in the posture of someone not even bothering to hide their presence. So much for Lion taking point.
"I won't lecture you. It's not like you'll listen," while walking up to one of the blinds without a break in stride. Watching through the opening and it seems completely normal, except despite being said plainly, the translation means that he's still pissed about it. Not to mention it's the only thing he says at all.
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"I do listen. I just don't always agree." Like right now. "...I do take full responsibility if anything happens. So please don't be too mad at me."
The smart thing would be to make this as quick as possible. Lion focuses on the part of trying to ease Will's mood, if only a little.