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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Shito frowned. "Nothing in particular. But you came all the way here for nothing, I guess."

"Well, I was gonna help you blow a hole in your computer," he said. "But since you changed your mind..."

Shito laughed softly and got to his feet, moving towards the door. "Let's go somewhere," he said. "A walk or something. I don't want to look at my computer, but...you don't have to leave."

Well, that was unexpected. Devit gaped at him for a second and then tried to cover his surprise with a frown, his eyes narrowing almost suspiciously.

"A walk? Why?"

Shito paused, his expression souring. "If you don't want to, you don't have to," he said haughtily, taking a step back towards the bed. "I'm just annoyed today and I thought I would get out of the dorm. But you don't need to come."

Not exactly accustomed to this whole having a normal conversation and hanging out thing, Devit was starting to get a little agitated. Especially since he pretty much sucked at reading social cues anyway, and Shito was being annoying!

"I was just asking," he said, folding his arms. "Geez."

Shito gazed at Devit in silence for almost a full minute, his own arms crossing across his chest.

"So are you going to come or not?" he asked finally.

Devit glared at him for a second and then headed towards the door, where he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. "Well? Are you?"

Shito found himself smiling as he followed Devit towards the door.

Devit really had changed, he thought as he followed the boy out into the hall and closed the door, pausing to lock it carefully. He hadn't ordered Shito around once, or done anything else for the pleasure of watching him flail, for that matter. He was still somewhat annoying and very self-centred, but it could be worse.

He looked around, wondering where Jasdero had gotten to. "Do you want to go to a movie or something?" he asked.

Jasdero wasn't quite where Devit had left him, but he was close enough. And surprisingly, there didn't seem to be any visible damage to the hallway.

Devit nodded for him to join them, then turned back to Shito. "A movie?" He knew the term, although he'd never seen one (poor boy was still deprived of a working television), and he'd gotten the impression they usually included loud music, lots of explosions, and people killing each other (sometimes all three at once!).

He was totally down for that. "Okay."

((OOC: Hey, would it be okay if Tif jumped in with Dero in a bit?))

"Okay," Shito replied with a smile, glancing over at Jasdero. He had thought Devit probably had never seen a movie, given what time he came from.

He lifted a hand and nodded to Jasdero. The other half of the pair wasn't as familiar to him as Devit, and the guy seemed stark raving mad most of the time, too.

"Hello, Jasdero," he said warily.

((Of course! :D :D :D ))

Jasdero hardly needed the invitation. As soon as Devi appeared with the zombie in tow, Dero bounced over to them, grinning widely.

"Hi Shito!" he chirped in response to the greeting. "Did you bust your computer yet? Hee, can Dero help? I'd smash it good, I promise!"

"The zombie changed his mind," Devit answered, making a point to sound annoyed. In truth, he was feeling a lot more at ease now that Jasdero was there. "We're gonna see a movie instead."

Shito rolled his eyes. "You can't break any of my stuff," he said. "The only one who gets to break my stuff is me."

He wasn't sure he'd invited Jasdero to the movie, but he supposed the two of them were inseparable. There wasn't really much choice.

"Come on," he added, and headed down the hall. The theatre wasn't too far. Hopefully they wouldn't get arrested on the way.

For a moment Jasdero looked crestfallen. He opened his mouth to protest, but by the time he actually spoke, his face had split in another grin and his eyes were bright.

"A movie? What're we gonna see?" He let out a high-pitched giggle and grabbed Devit's hand, already moving to pull him down the hall. "Dero wants lots of explosions!"

Devit let himself be dragged without protest. "Whatever it is, it better be a good one," he warned, gesturing with his gun as he spoke. He glared at Shito pointedly. "No stupid girl stuff!"

Shito rolled his eyes, pulling the front doors of the dorm open and striding towards the street. "I don't want to watch a girl movie, either," he said. "I'm sure there'll be something with explosions."

It was the kind of movie he wanted to see tonight, too.

Despite his demands, Jasdero was actually less than picky about the content. As he finally got to see one of those mythical "movies" Devi had told him about, Dero would remain excited.

The unforeseen side effect of this flexibility was that he began their walk to the theater with a grocery list of things he'd like to see in the film, from dragons to guns to clowns. The list was punctuated with manic giggles, and unless someone interrupted him it was sure to last the entire trip.

Unfortunately, Devit wasn't much help, as Jasdero's excitement bled into his own. He spent the walk agreeing with his twin and even talking over him to add his own laundry list of things he'd like to see, which ran the gamut of somewhat plausible to pretty freaking ridiculous but no less awesome. ("Dinosaurs shooting lasers in space!" Who wouldn't want to see that?!)

He spoke animatedly, gesturing with his gun like it was an extension of his hand and not a weapon someone else on the street might see and flip out over.

Shito listened to this increasingly outrageous list of things with increasing annoyance. Who would want to see dinosaurs shooting lasers in space with chicken clowns, anyway? That sounded like the stupidest movie idea ever.

But worse than their silliness was the way they were waving the guns around like that. Finally as they drew close to the theatre, he rounded on them both.

"Would you put those damn things away!? You're going to get us arrested! You're not allowed to carry guns in Japan!" he snapped, his red eyes blazing with anger.

Jasdero froze in the midst of an extended monologue on the effectiveness of comedic timing in enhancing an action sequence ("--then when the space dinosaurs' ship blows up, the chicken clowns would all lay eggs, hee hee!") and glanced over at the zombie.

"We're not?" he asked, pitifully. His fingers tightened on his shiny revolver, the barrel of which he pressed gently to Devit's right temple.

Devit paused with his gun pressed to Jasdero's left temple and blinked at Shito like he'd forgotten the zombie was there. Then he frowned.

"Geez, sounds like somebody's got their panties in a twist," he sniffed. He hid the gun in his jacket, anyway, and then folded his arms with a hmph.

Shito glared at them both, wanting to make sure that they put the guns away. Devit had obeyed, but Jasdero was unstable and pretty stupid.

"I don't want to get arrested," he growled again. "This isn't your weird world where you can do whatever you want. They won't let us into the movie if they realize you have weapons on you."

He glared at them again in a significant manner, and then turned on his heel and stalked down the sidewalk towards the big theatre. "Hurry up!"

Still holding the gun to Devit's head, Jasdero stared after the zombie, blinking. After a pause, he turned to give Devi a significant look, his eyes bright and eager as if something unspoken was passing between them.

"Killjoy," Devit muttered, sticking his tongue at Shito's back. He glanced sidelong at Jasdero, catching the look in the other's eyes, and then broke out into a grin as he nodded.

Withdrawing the revolver from his jacket, he and Jasdero proceeded to point their guns in the zombie's direction. "Somebody needs to lighten up," he said. Together, they pulled the triggers, and a sudden, bright bolt of lightning crackled a few feet above Shito's head, only to disappear again just as suddenly.

Devit and Jasdero had immediately hid their guns.

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