ex_halfthetro706 | [RL: Devit; Jasdero; Shito]

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[RL: Devit; Jasdero; Shito]

Devit wasn't much of a planner (nor was he much of a thinker in general, really), so when he found himself standing outside what he hoped was Shito's door, he wondered what the hell he was doing there.

Jasdero wasn't too far away, of course. Not ones for subtlety, they opened a door in the middle of a hallway, and it stood for anyone to see in all of its conspicuous glory, with just-as-conspicuous Jasdero keeping watch over it. He waved when Devit glanced at him, and Devit stuck his tongue out in response before turning back to the door.

Maybe he and the zombie could trash talk the douchebags they hated on the community or something. That was as good a reason to come as any, right?

With the barrel of his gun, he knocked on the door.

((OOC: Backdated to... idk, two weeks ago. Jasdero NPCed with permission! /o/))

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Kuroro had left a couple of hours earlier, leaving Shito feeling a bit more balanced, but still not ready to just jump back onto the community. He'd look like a fool if he apologized for leaving the way he had, yet wouldn't he also look like a fool if he just pretended it hadn't happened? And what to do about Michael and the others who brought up his sex life every time he showed his face?

It was a real conundrum.

He was still considering the best way to deal with that when he heard a loud knock at his door. He jumped in surprise and stalked across the room, throwing the door open with a glower, expecting to see Akatsuki.

The glower turned into a blink of surprise when he saw Devit instead. "What are you doing here?" he asked, more surprised than upset by it.

Devit blinked in response, caught a little off-guard by the question since he hadn't exactly answered it himself yet. After floundering for a few seconds, he finally folded his arms over his chest in mock-offense and said, "What, no 'hello'? Geez."

Shito hesitated, poking his head cautiously out into the hallway. He saw the doorway and Jasdero, and frowned a little, then stepped back into his room. "Hello," he said uncertainly.

He opened the door a little wider in invitation, then stepped back towards the bed. He sat down and drew one leg up, wrapping his arms around it and watching Devit. He wasn't sure if the Noah was here to see if he was okay, to make fun of him, or for some completely different purpose he couldn't fathom.

"Better," Devit replied. Dropping his hands to his sides, he glanced at Jasdero again and gave him a quick nod, then took a few steps into the room.

He looked around, obviously curious. "So, did you blow a hole in your computer yet or what?"

"No," Shito said, waving a hand towards the computer on his desk, which was still whole and undamaged. The rest of the room was dominated by various statues, keepsakes and books, all arranged with precision but still cluttering up the small dorm room.

He sighed. "Kuroro came over and convinced me that leaving the community permanently wouldn't really help."

Devit idly poked at some of the stuff lying around. It was a little more cluttered than he would've imagined, what with the zombie being all Mr. Neat Freak and taking showers fifty times a day or whatever, but geez. (Though, on closer inspection, none of the stuff seemed dirty, he guessed...)

He frowned when Shito mentioned Kuroro. "Yeah?" he said, poking at one of the statues. "Why'd he say something stupid like that?"

Shito's red eyes followed Devit around the room, narrowed with suspicion. If Devit damaged or moved anything, he'd freak out. But so long as Devit was only poking at them and looking, he could deal with it.

"He said that the community will make me come back. It'll throw viruses at me until I'm forced to come back," he murmured.

"Yeah, like he knows everything," Devit muttered. He pulled away from the statue and then looked back at Shito. "I left before and nothing ever happened. I was thinking of doing it again, too!"

"You left?" Shito's eyebrows rose in surprise. "For how long?" He scooted himself over to the side of the bed where Devit was. "Why are you thinking of leaving?"

He was getting a strange vibe, as if Devit didn't like Kuroro, though Shito couldn't imagine why that would be. He wondered if it'd be the same without Devit to snipe at on the community, and decided that it wouldn't. Maybe it'd be better in some ways, but it'd also be less interesting. He didn't have many people he liked to talk to, and he was surprised to find that Devit was one of them.

Not that he really wanted to admit that aloud.

Devit wanted to leave for much the same reason Shito did: people were pissing him off, damn it! And the fact that most of his attempts to get back at them had backfired just pissed him off more. Not that he was going to say all that, of course...

Instead, he folded his arms and said, "'Cause it's boring. Just the same stupid people saying the same stupid shit over and over, you know? I've got better things to do with my time!" Like bringing forth the apocalypse and all that. "And I left for, like... I dunno, a month or something? Two months?" He shrugged. "I don't remember."

"Yeah," Shito said quietly. "Maybe I could leave for a bit without consequences, but the community forced me here in the first place. I can't use my computer for very long without it making me go look at the community. I doubt it'd let me go for long."

He eyed Devit askance. "Is that why you came over here? To tell me I'll never see you again?"

"So stop using your computer!" It seemed pretty simple to Devit. After all, he didn't really have need for the internet beyond looking at the community. Well, and downloading music sometimes. And maybe playing those flash games that one weird chick showed him...

He blinked in response to Shito's question, obviously thrown off. "Huh?"

"I can't, really," Shito said, shaking his head. "I have to do my homework on computer, and sometimes I do research for my homework on the internet. And if I'm going to get the viruses anyway, or if it's going to be even worse, there's not much point in avoiding the computer completely."

He blinked up at Devit, not having thought his question was terribly confusing. "You showed up here," he said. "Because I said I wasn't coming back to the community. And now you say you're not coming back. So is that why you came? To tell me that?"

Devit shrugged. Well, whatever. Just because the zombie had resigned himself to the fate of the community didn't mean he had to.

He cocked his head to the side and frowned suspiciously, wondering if Shito was trying to trick him into saying something again. "Something like that. But I can still world-hop, you know." He grinned suddenly and pointed his gun at the zombie. "It just means I'll have to bug you more here!"

Shito stiffened as the boy pointed his gun straight at his face. He was pretty sure Devit had said the gun was all but useless without Jasdero, but what the hell?

He reached out and pushed the barrel aside with an irritated frown. "Great," he said wryly. "I can't wait."

Dealing with Devit over the community was okay, but it was hard to relax with him in person when Shito knew that a minor slip of the tongue could force him to do something he didn't want to do.

Devit's grin only widened as Shito pushed the gun away. The zombie was funny when he was irritated.

Lowering the gun to his side, he turned and leaned against the side of the bed, looking around again. "You've got a lot of stuff in here."

Shito glared as Devit's grin widened, correctly divining the reason for the reaction. But the expression smoothed out at Devit's next comment.

"I collect things," he said archly. "You made fun of me for it before - my Betty dolls." He pointed to a shelf that was completely covered in tiny figurines.

Devit looked in the direction of the shelf and then pushed himself away from the bed to get a closer look. He'd been wanting to see these dolls for a while... mostly because he thought it was funny as hell, but also because he was kind of curious.

They weren't exactly what he'd expected, though.

Cocking an eyebrow, he plucked one of the figurines off of the shelf and turned it over in his hand. "What, these things?"

Shito's hands twitched with the effort not to snatch it out of Devit's hand and put it back.

"Yes, these things," he said tightly.

Scooting over again, he plucked it from Devit's fingers and placed it back on the shelf, precisely where it had been. He took a moment to adjust it minutely, so that the light caught the figure just so, then sat back again.

"You wouldn't believe how hard I've worked to collect the whole set," he said passionately, beaming at the figures.

Devit blinked as Shito adjusted the figure just so. Was he seriously that anal about it? Devit was almost tempted to switch them all around the next time the zombie wasn't looking, just because.

For now, he leaned in to look at them closely again, totally not getting it. "What's so great about them? They look like carnival toys or something."

Edited 2010-04-16 19:25 (UTC)

Shito scoffed at this expression of ignorance and began to show off each in turn, discussing how he'd acquired them and how many of each limited run had been manufactured. Some had come with chocolate packages and others were prizes in various contests. Some of them were worth quite a bit of money because of their rarity, while others he had spent far more than they were worth trying to track it down.

If Devit let him prattle on, he'd probably go for hours.

Devit blinked some more, because that was all he really could do. After a while, he started to tune Shito out. Boy was freaking obsessed.

"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally said when he couldn't take it anymore, cutting Shito off. "You're a crazy collector. I should've figured," he added as he looked around the cluttered room.

Shito stopped talking when Devit finally cut him off, blinking slowly with disappointment. It was rare that he could share his love of the items he collected, and as he might have expected, Devit didn't really give a shit.

He set the one he'd been showing off back down and adjusted it until he was happy with its position, then sat back on the bed against the headboard.

"I don't expect you to understand," he sniffed.

Devit looked at him and then back at the shelf, frowning. They were just toys, for crying out loud. Were they seriously that important?

Moving back towards the bed, he half-leaned, half-sat against the mattress and folded his arms. After a moment, he somewhat hesitantly asked, "What about the rest of this stuff?" and then immediately regretted it. He wouldn't be surprised if every stupid nicknack in this room had some kind of life story...

They were, in a way, the only things Shito had. He'd become obsessed with owning things he'd collected himself, because he was given everything he ever wanted - except freedom and the ability to choose what he did.

He shrugged faintly and lifted his chin. "Do you actually care? Some of them have funny stories, but they're just silly things. My silly things."

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Oh now you've done it

Oh dear 8|;;

LOL....

POOR THING, NOW I FEEL BAD. ...ALSO I JUST HAD THIS STUPIDLY CUTE MENTAL IMAGE.

TOTALLY CUTE