B1, Day 2 [ public ]

[sarcaskick]

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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[sarcaskick]

I've handled worse. What's your point?

1/2

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Simply that it'd be a huge a shame if someone voided your contract.

[ By being able to analyze the exact path to doing so. ]

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... mmmm, nope, I was going for something different but this is the most boring of all. I already have ten million enemies who'd kill me on sight if they arrived here, I don't want to bore myself by making more. Forget that threat. Or just file it away as something a 'batshit crazy chick' would do along with a million other 'batshit crazy' things. I'm not actually crazy, but who's convincing you, right?

[ Junko gets up, lifts the top bunk he broke with a single leg, and tries to fit them back onto the posts. One is completely knocked out , but the others, especially the two at the back that broke from the weight of the others falling, are at the right height. As she talks, she literally Iron Mans this thing back together with anything useless she can grab from what's near her. ]

I can already see the future where you do it again because it's hilarious to see you ruin my work. Don't.

[sarcaskick]

But maybe I'd do it in a new, exciting way! Who knows what other ~magical powers~ I might have?

[ He hovers nearby - close enough to be in striking range, but for now he doesn't make another aggressive move. In fact, with his hands in his pockets, he seems like a downright pacifist. ]

Anyway, the hallmark of a crazy person is insisting they're not crazy. Now I'm more convinced than ever!

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[ By now, three of the four posts are fixed sturdier than ever. There's a ton of wood chips on the ground from it shattering, but the last one is coming around. ]

Lying is boring. Why aggrandize yourself when you can actually put in the work?

[ Mercifully, she's less verbal as she wraps up, sturdies, and uses a fork, meat tenderizer, and various kitchen utensils to put that last post into place. ]

There.

[sarcaskick]

Lying can be a blast depending on what the lie is!

[ Or, more specifically, the moment you reveal the lie to the unsuspecting.

He takes a step towards the bunk bed, resting a hand against the top bunk to give it a nudge. Sturdy! ]

Well, I guess you're good for something. Thanks, Junky.

[ aaaaaaaaand he'll just leap up onto the bunk to land flat on his back on the mattress there. ]

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[ Tomorrow, he's going to come home to see Junko meticulously took apart the beds again, put the bottom bunk on top and the pink leopard one on the bottom. 'You're not getting that bunk? Horseshit.

For now, she's laying on her bed, errant wood chips and all. ]

What, like 'your family is safe' up until you reveal to them you kicked all of their heads off? I think a lie of omission is better! 'They're mostly intact, but don't worry, I got you!' or 'They've got a bit of a headache from all the trouble, but it's fine, I promise.'

[ She grins to herself at that one. ]

Yeah. You're welcome.

[ She says, knowing what comes tomorrow. ]

[sarcaskick]

More like... "I'm sooooo glad we're friends, by the way I'm involved in ending the world as you know it and you were an idiot not to see it coming."

[ He clasps his hands behind his head, crossing one leg over the other. ]

Or something like that.

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[ Suddenly-- ]



Oh, you too?

[ Before rolling over on her side. He's still... not boring. She'll never tell him now because that'll make him think she'll casually invite him to bed. Which she would, though? Just very straightforwardly. "Hey, you wanna bang?" "Finally telling a lie, Junky?" "Lying is boring and I wanna see what those legs can do."

But she is the most dangerous person in her world and he's treating her like trash-- or at least, like she's a loon and being swimmingly sarcastic with her and treating her like how she presents herself is not boring. She likes it. ]

You can have lying, I can have not-lying, we'll see who outfoxes the other in the end.

[sarcaskick]

We've got a whole year, right?

[ is this carnival going to survive them ]

I think we're going to have so much fun, roomie.

[disjunct]

We definitely do.

[ only one way to find out! ]

If tonight was any indicator... I think so, too.