OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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Comments

[thegoodbad]

Too busy being an asshole huh

[adhoc]

Too busy doing the devils work

[midblock]

We can't all live on sweets alone.

[ there's a smile on his face, even though it might not be the nicest of expressions. ]

[horned_owl]

Hmmm you can tho. And I still can't understand how!

[Because meat! And barbecue! You can't just ignore that! And yes, he is staring at Tsukishima's face a bit. He likes all the smiles, sue him.]

[midblock]

It's because I eat normal amounts.

[ tsukishima looks back at bokuto, used to the staring by now. ]

[horned_owl]

[Bokuto smiles widely at him-]

Hmmmm I don't knooow. I saw you marathon some documentaries and eat few pieces of cake once.

[obscurant]

I had an excellent outing, with Illumi, just a few weeks ago.

And here I am, reminiscing about another date while I'm with you. I apologize. ♣

[autotelism]

My art? [ rohan pushes his hair back with one hand casually, turning towards the window (because the light's coming from there, because he's a vain fucker). ]

The latest chapter published was even better received than the previous one. There was commentary about characters' development being inappropriate in the situation, but it's accurate to how someone of that age and background would react.

[midblock]

Key word: a few. You finished that whole ice cream cake once.

[ tsukishima remembers this with slight disgust. ]

[horned_owl]

Yes. But I was hungover and craving something sweet. I have no clue why.

[He felt like a pregnant woman at one point.]

You can eat this one all by yourself.

[midblock]

I might, but I'm not going to do it in one sitting. Unlike a certain glutton I know.

[ the bus comes to a stop in front of the home depot. tsukishima hustles them off and inside before bokuto can distract him, and focuses on getting them to the department in the store where they can find a replacement door. ]

[horned_owl]

Yes, well, cravings are cravings. [Bokuto crossed his hands and assumed his all-too-famous pouting position. The cake was too good then, not too sweet, he liked it, so it was gone really fast.

But he lets Tsukishima shuffle them off the bus once they arrive at the department. He easily forgets the 'cake' debate as they start looking for the door.] So, we're looking for plain slab of wood to call it a door, right?

[tropism]

[ from where giorno's sitting, he certainly looks good. he makes no pretenses watching him as he drinks his smoothie. ]

That's good to hear. I'm a bit behind - 3 volumes, Mista's already spoiled me because he couldn't wait. I'm too busy nowadays.

You should come back to Europe, Rohan. I'll make time for you. [ looking a bit snobby here, as he has a right to - ] And not just to Paris.

[midblock]

They sell real doors.

[ it's a big enough hardware store that tsukishima is fairly sure of it. and he points to a sign further down the aisle—interior furnishings, and beneath that, 'doors'. ]

I still have the screwdriver set, so we can install it ourselves.

[horned_owl]

Blank door is slab of wood. Can't convince me otherwise.

[He sulkily stares at the doors. The ones that he likes are really expensive and he can't help himself but grumble under his breath.]

Yeah... you know to do a lot of things. I just make mess...

[There are more grumbles, crossed arms and Bokuto wandering off down the isle.]

[midblock]

It's not like you can't learn.

[ bokuto may not be the smartest person in the world, but he can totally learn. tsukishima knows that, but he doesn't have akaashi's skill of conveying this to him and making him feel better. ]

[horned_owl]

Yeah, maybe...

[He stops in front of the door that look almost exactly like theirs. Minus the mold, scratches at the bottom and huge hole in the middle. He tilts his head-]

This one looks similar.

[midblock]

Mm-hm.

[ tsukishima checks the price—not cheap, but still affordable at $40. ]

Let's get it. I want to have it set up before dinnertime.

[horned_owl]

[That was way cheaper than what Bokuto expected actually.]

I thought it would be more expensive... wait, where's the sales person? How do we actually get the door home? We came here by the bus.

[Mental note- start collecting money for a cheap car because this is torture.]

[autotelism]

Tell this Mista that discovering the delicacies of the plot and development for oneself is just as important as viewing the visual art.

[ rohan's disapproving, scowl sharp on his face as he drinks more deeply. his tongue flicks out over his lips a second later to gather a stray droplet of the drink. he turns his eyes on giorno again, fully, eyelids slightly lowered. ]

You should show me your operations. I'm thinking of writing a spin-off short series about a family of criminals.

[ a bit sharp, there—he's still annoyed at the thought of anyone being too busy for his manga, and being spoiled in addition to that. ]

[midblock]

...we might just have to carry it.

[ by which he means: bokuto will have to carry it, because he's just so fragile. tsukishima claps a hand on his shoulder. ]

It'll be good weight training.

[horned_owl]

What!?

[He can't be serious!]

I mean, I don't mind carrying it, [he looked more stupid in some other situations,] But I don't think they'll let us on the bus with the door.

[tropism]

From your lips to his ears, [ giorno says, amused. ] No, I can't be too mean to him, he means well despite everything else.

[ as for rohan's request - or rather, his demands, because kishibe rohan doesn't really make requests as far as giorno is concerned, he frowns and drums his fingers on the table, as if to consider. ]

That would require a certain degree of exposure I'm not really willing to show to friends, especially ones who aren't even part of the mafia in the first place.

Not that I doubt your skills - you are quite formidable with Heaven's Door - but it's a big thing to consider, Rohan. [ a rather roundabout way of saying maybe, but for now, no. ] I can put you in contact with certain yakuza, if that'll suffice - ?

[midblock]

[ sigh. ]

Probably not, huh...

[ he frowns at the door. ]

What about calling a ride service?

[horned_owl]

Sure but...

[Bokuto didn't want them to spend more money on this, he feels guilty, but they live too far away for him to carry it on his back.]

... but doesn't this mall have their delivery service? I mean, they always seem to deliver big stuff like this.