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So... ripped from my homeworld, semi-brainwashed by some prince guy, now I work in a circus, blah blah blah. I can roll with it. So, what now? We just sit around and wait for the next show, or disaster, or whatever?

[ There's a long, weary, blatantly over-dramatic sigh, as though the thought is the single most painful thing in the world for him. As if some major event hadn't just come to a close that people might still be reeling from. Not his problem, he's bored now. ]

I hate waiting. How's a guy supposed to get his kicks around here? Someone, be my knight in shining armor and save me from the shackles of boredom. I'm dying, here!

[ You would think someone trying to make a good first impression might offer to help, or present himself politely, or at least you know say his freaking name, but.

Well.

He ain't much on making good impressions. ]

Don't keep me waiting.

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Oh my gooood, you should have just listened to yourself right now. Didn't we just meet?

[ UNIMPORTANT ]

Yeah, I have this terminal illness that doesn't let anyone boss me around, doctor's orders, so get used to the bottom bunk or the bottom of my heel.

Terminal, is it? That's rough, champ. I'll say nothing nice at your funeral.

Awww, you know just what to say!

[ Glasses, go! ]

I'm serious, I'm going to destroy you if you take my bunk from me. I'm going back there right now to stake my claim.

Ooooh, I'm so scared! Gosh, I better do just what the lady says or I might be in reeeeal trouble.

[ You can almost hear him rolling his eyes. ]

You'll have to beat me there. And to be just as serious, you're not getting that bunk. Period.

[ Junko doesn't even respond, she just breaks out into a medal-winning sprint back to the trailers. On Earth, she might've broken records, but...

... she's still nothing compared to his literal Million-Dollar-Man legs, so chances are she's throwing the door open to...? ]

[ n o t h i n g.

As a matter of fact, he doesn't make his way back to the trailer for about another hour or so.

Almost like he wanted to see if she'd hurry back pointlessly.

So when he finally comes through the door, long enough after the fact that it's obvious he had been screwing with her, he opens the door to...? ]

[ After the first second, Junko knows something is up.

After the first five minutes, Junko knows she has some valuable time to score points. She contacts her boss for a special delivery, which is made with haste, and Junko puts her ultimate ability to the test.

By the time he's there, there's pink leopard sheets fitted with a fleece blanket over them, fairy lights surrounding the top, and a hanging banner looking like this.

She's just listening to the public radio, pretending he didn't come in. ]

Wow, look at that! You really went to town on the place, huh?

[ He seems... happy? At this outcome?? ]

I sure did.

[ She puts on her evil villain persona. Just to note: she still isn't reading him, she's just not gullible. ]

I hope you like the color if you intend to stick to your word.

My word, my word...

[ He paces back and forth for a moment, obviously making a show of pretending to think. ]

Remind me, what exactly were my words? I just want to make sure we're on the same page.

Why, you asserted that you didn't take orders from anybody, so despite the fact that you truly didn't care, you claimed this bunk as your own!

And we asserted "go fuck thineself!" And we presumed you waited an hour to come back to build a punchline or aggravate us, whichever!

Ooooh, you're real close! But you're focused on the wrong words, princess. The key phrase you should have worried about was, "you're not getting that bunk, period".

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[ This is the part where he swings his leg so it crashes through two of the bedposts.

You know, the ones keeping the bunkbed upright.

So.

Geronimo. ]

[ The thunk doesn't hurt that badly, but she is in shock. I literally had to edit Mukuro's shocked face to get an icon that was nearly as close-- she just looks up at him, wide eyed... ]

I didn't predict it.

...

[ Like she's struck with a fever ] I didn't predict it--

WHAT'S THE DEAL? ARE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME OR SOMETHING?!

It's working a little bit.

BUT.

That was my bunk and you ruined it. I don't care how despairingly happy I am--

[ Analysis analysis analysis-- don't go for anything he can counter simply by lifting a leg and kicking, including projectiles and face to face combat. There's less he can do from behind, aura or not, if she acts fasts.

She gently strokes the sides of his shirt, as if pleased, then immediately uses it as grip to try and whip herself behind him and lock both arms around his waist.

If she succeeds, she's going to suplex him as hard as she can. ]

Edited 2017-11-12 22:56 (UTC)

[ He could, as she's grabbing him from behind, fire blasts from both feet to send them rocketing backward into the wall. It's an option, but one that would probably break her ribs if not her spine, and while he wouldn't necessarily lose any sleep over it he'd also probably get in more trouble than he already might for destroying their bed, so... maybe plan B is better.

Plan B: Let it happen!

Her grip is secure, her form is flawless and the maneuver is executed perfectly. The sound of the impact is solid, but not quite right for the weight of a body being slammed to the ground. His hands, as it turns out, shot out to catch himself at the last moment, pushing back hard enough to just barely keep his head from making contact with the floor. He's used to catching himself on his hands, anyway - in a fight, he spends almost as much time on them as he does on his feet. Hell, he could have been an acrobat.

Though the floor is slightly dented from where his hands caught himself. She's no slouch, that's for sure. ]

That makes two of us that don't care, then.

[ He doesn't even try to escape her grip. He's still upside-down in her arms.

He yawns. ]

Is that all?

[ She grabs his neck and maneuvers herself around to put both hands around them as she twists to sit up on his chest. She's squeezing with all the force she has, but she's looking rather contemplative as she does it. ]

Hm, hm, this might be too nice...

[ She takes a breath and wipes her lips while keeping the other hand steady.

Before letting go entirely. She hasn't moved yet, however. ]

It's all useless! Useless! Useless! You've got a superpower and I don't, that means this fight is over before it started. [ She folds her arms. ]

Let me grade you. B+ for destroying our beds, didn't see it coming, but now we're both screwed. A nice A- for arrogance knowing that a chick without physical superpowers can't beat you in a fight. A failing grade for underestimating me.

[ Something's ticking now that she's done talking.

Tick tick tick tick ticktickticktickticktickticktick--

It's coming from beneath her broken bed. ]

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Hey, I can sleep wherever I need to. Beds are optional. Besides, I don't see how I under--

[ ...

Huh.

Huh.

The logical side of his brain says there's no way she actually put a bomb under their beds ahead of time to plan for this specific occasion, but then again she's been anything but logical from the first time he spoke to her. He should really expect anything to be possible when she's on the scene, which is exciting but also kind of annoying when it's used against him.

But that's fine. It's fine! This is fine.

She's still on top of him, so he'll take the opportunity to reach up, grab her by the shoulders, and roll both her and himself to the side - placing her directly between himself and whatever's ticking. If it's a bomb, she can die for all he cares - her body and his aura should be enough to protect him. He'll have a mess to clean up and some explaining to do, but eh. Whatever. ]

Oh, hell. You keep this up and I'll really have a crush on you or something. Shielding yourself from my own bomb, like a pansy.

... Hey, dumbass.

... Idiot human garbage.

... ... Do you really want to lose what you signed your contract for by holding someone as a human meat shield?

[ The ticking does sound more like a timer now... hm... ]

I'd rather get your blood on me than a bunch of debris, that's all.

[ He's. Not moving. ]

I'm not too worried about that. I could spin it so I "valiantly took down a terrorist that threatened the circus", or whatever. Hell, I'd be a hero.

Cute, that's cute... that's so cute and heartless I could just...

[ Ding!

Nothing happens. ]

...

[ ... ]

. . .

[ . . . ]

I know this probably goes without saying, but you are one weird chick.

[ By now, she can wiggle free, she lifts up the edge of her once-top bunk easily and rips something weird looking with a cooking timer wired in that came with the trailer.

She gets up and walks outside, and if he follows her, she'll make him proud(?) with the most effortless drop kick in the world. ]

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