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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"Heeee. Stop what?" Jasdero sing-songed. The wide grin splitting his face and the way he bounced excitedly on his heels belied the innocence of his words.

"What?!" Devit spread his hands in a show of innocence. "You can't blame us for the weather!"

Still, his grin widened. Shito may at some point notice that he's holding quite a charge.

Shito tried his best to ignore the morons and walked up to the theatre doors. So long as they weren't waving their guns around, they could be idiots and snigger at him all they liked.

But as he grabbed the door handle to open it, he felt a spark leap between himself and the door as it grounded. There was a crackle and a burning smell and he was thrown back with a yelp of pain, right into Devit's chest.

The reaction prompted a high giggling from Jasdero that lasted up until the moment the zombie was propelled toward (and made rather forceful contact with) Devit's thin form. The moment the backfire registered, Jasdero's laugh turned into a shocked squeal.

"Deviii!"

"What the--?!" The unexpected hit knocked Devit off of his feet, and he landed on the cement with a thud and a loud curse.

Shito would have been more hurt, except that Devit broke his fall. He lay limply for a moment, stunned by the force of the electrical shock and by the surprise of it, then pushed himself up, twisted around as best he could, and socked Devit in the jaw.

The blow probably would have been a lot more powerful if he hadn't been lying on Devit at the time.

Jasdero fell silent as the pair hit the ground, and he watched breathlessly as Devit and the zombie lay on the cement, both apparently stunned.

When Shito threw his punch, Jasdero erupted again in indignant shrieking and animated flailing, bouncing from foot to foot and calling his other half's name.

Still a bit stunned, Devit didn't fully realize what was going on until he saw the zombie's fist coming towards his face; by then, it was too late to do anything about it.

"OW! Fuck!" Although it could have been a lot worse, it still hurt enough to make him see stars for a second. Rubbing his jaw with one hand, he used his other hand--as well as his legs--to try to shove Shito away, hoping Jasdero would get the message and help out. "Get the fuck off me, idiot! What the hell is your problem?!"

Shito responded to the order, even though he was trying to obey anyway. He scooted off of the other boy and wound up sprawled on the sidewalk, glaring at the other two.

"You did something! That wasn't a normal electric shock!" he snapped, sitting up and then climbing shakily to his feet.

The second Shito was off of him, Devit was on his feet, already reaching for his gun in case the zombie tried anything else.

"It was a joke, dumbass! You don't need to hit me!"

Shito folded his arms and glared at Devit, ignoring Jasdero's flailing. "Keep that thing hidden!" he snapped. "And it wasn't a very funny joke!"

"HEY, it's not our fault you absorbed so much!" Grudgingly, he left left the gun where it was and folded his arms, glaring.

Why the hell had he agreed to go somewhere with someone who had such a stick up his ass?!

"And it's not my fault you're such a pussy that you cry over one little punch," Shito retorted, his arms also folded and his glare equally strong.

Why the hell had he invited these two assholes along with him anyway?!

Devit gawked at him. "Cry?! Gimme a break, you hit like a fucking girl! And besides," he added, thrusting his finger at Shito, "who's the one flipping his shit over a stupid little shock, anyway, huh?!"

"I'm not flipping anything!" Shito snapped, sneering at the finger with bared teeth. People were pausing to watch them as they argued outside the front doors of the theatre. "You didn't have to do that, and it hurt! Now are we going to watch the stupid movie or are you going to cry some more?"

Jasdero took that opportunity to finally break into the conversation again.

"Dero wants to watch the movie..." His hands were clasped in front of his lips, making the already hesitant statement even quieter.

Devit was about to say none of the above, that he'd rather go home, and that didn't want to watch the stupid movie, anyway! But Jasdero's quiet reply found its way to him, and he managed to hold his tongue with some enormous effort.

"You're lucky we didn't just barbecue you," he muttered as he pushed past Shito to get to the theatre. Screwing up the zombie's toy shelf was sounding like great idea again.

He went to grab the door handle but yelped and pulled his hand away when a small spark shocked him.

Shito snorted with laughter and grabbed a different door, opening it up and striding into the theatre, already looking up at the massive billboard. "Clash of the Titans is probably right up their alley," he muttered to himself as he moved to the automatic ticket machine.

"You guys probably want popcorn, right?" he asked with a sigh, mentally subtracting this little date from his monthly balance sheet.

After glaring at the door handle and flipping Shito off, Devit shoved his way into the theatre, followed closely by Jasdero. They stopped at the ticket machine and took in their surroundings, their interest obviously piqued.

"Eh?" Devit turned to Shito and then folded his arms. "Of course! We want the whole movie-going deal, so don't be cheap!"

Shito paid for the tickets, wincing and irritated by Devit's words. "Can you make money with those things?" he asked, pointing to Devit's coat.

Devit glanced down, then looked back up at Shito defiantly. "Maybe. So what?"

"Then aren't you the cheap one?" Shito replied tartly, smirking as he headed for the concession stand.

"Hey, you invited us, zombie!" Devit called after him, following him to the concession stand. "We could've been poor vagrants for all you knew!"

Shito rolled his eyes, though on one particular point he did agree. He had invited them, so he did sort of have to pay.

"Don't call me zombie in public," he replied, though he knew the chances of someone realizing he was really a zombie were slim.

He ordered an extra large popcorn with extra butter and flavouring for the two Noah, a container of soda that was almost as large, and the smallest box of chocolate-covered nuts for himself. He did have a liking for them.

"Okay, stupid," Devit complied, grabbing the soda for himself and passing the popcorn off to Jasdero (who gleefully started digging into it). "So what're we seeing?"

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Tif says she'll jump in with Dero again after a few tags.

o7

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