let's consider a change of scenery [group vandalism]

[dullshooter]

[On Wednesday morning, everyone will find a note outside their suite door. If you can get past Misfire’s dodgy handwriting, it reads:]


Hey LOSERS!!!

Get down to miracle mile 2DAY, 12PM, for some

VANDALISM

[Note: ‘vandalism’ is written with one of those ‘cool S’s.]

kit will be provided BUT if you have a water gun from the machine bring it!!!

P.S no snitches allowed
JK you can come n be target practice ;)


[At the appointed time, Misfire can be found standing triumphantly in the street. Beside him is a pile of spray cans, brushes, and buckets of paint; by the looks of it, he emptied the whole store. He’s wearing the dress Forrest made him too, and using the pocket space to carry even more stuff on him.

When enough people have gathered, he’ll address them:]

Alright, here’s the deal: it’s come to my attention that some of you have missed out some crucial formative experiences, or otherwise haven’t known the joys of anti-social behavior. And, since writing stuff on walls has been a historical expression of dissent, I think there’s no better time or place to fix that.

[Grinning, he picks up something out of his pile - a water gun filled with purple paint.]

Frankie didn’t outlaw vandalism, so let’s make him realize that egregious oversight. In technical terms - go nuts.

Comments

[sixthnonsense]

Oh.

[THAT'S ALL DANDY GETS FOR A MOMENT. Just. "Oh." Stew in it for how easily you breathed out that flirting!]

Maybe after we're done here. [wink wonk?] Probably for the best that I have some paintin' clothes anyway.

[bootyhunter]

[At that, he smiles and tilts his head. Disgusting- He is actually intrigued.]

So you like to paint?

You do seem like the artsy-fartsy type.

[sixthnonsense]

[He does a wishy-washy motion with his hand.]

Eh, sorta. I mostly do it for my craft, so nothin' like what I've been doing tonight.

[bootyhunter]

Your craft?

You mean for tellin' fortunes?

[Dandy's eyes beam with an innocent sort of curiosity. He genuinely wants to learn. This isn't his default dynamo mug, that's for sure.]

Hah.

I've been meanin' to ask you a bit more about that.

Palm readin' seems like a good excuse to just... Get to holdin' a lot of pretty girls' hands.

[sixthnonsense]

[Hagakure, meanwhile, grins at the opportunity to talk about his job! It's his livelihood, after all.

He pulls out his crystal ball to toy with it in his hands while he talks.]

Well, I can tell ya it works.

[Wink!]

But more than that, you'd be surprised by how relieving it can be to speak your woes and learn that it'll get better! Or worse, but hey. At least you know!

[Just go to therapy and not a fortune teller, people.]

Most of my fame comes from my ability to predict the future, though, not palm readin' or any of that.

[bootyhunter]

[sir, all this playing with balls right in front of the salad that is leafeon? ok]

Oh-ho! Okay, I see.

[He throws his hands up in the air, in a whimsical attempt to feign defeat.]

Don't mean to knock your bread n' butter, pal, but...

I've never really been into that sorta thing.

[he says this but is he lying or telling the truth it's all up in the air]

Isn't the surprise half the fun? Like, you don't know what's gonna happen in twenty years, or hell, even the next hour!

That's exciting, baby.

[sixthnonsense]

[It's just one ball, thank you very much!!

For what it's worth, Hagakure isn't all that mad to hear this. He of all people knows how derisive fortune-telling is as an art, and it's not for everyone. Dandy specifically not being into it doesn't surprise him. He definitely seems like someone who very much lives in the present.]

No offense taken! S'just that a lot of people like the security of what's to come. Fear of the unknown 'n' all that. And even if you get a bad fortune, you can defy it if y'know it's comin'!

[He glances into the cracked glass of his crystal ball for a moment.]

Luck 'n' fortune are a big thing in Japan especially. Not everyone believes in it, but you can't deny that it's ingrained in the culture. And I've made a real name for myself with my skills- enough to get me named as a rising star in the community!

[bootyhunter]

Oh, trust me! I know.

[Dandy's fingers fumble with the tag on his necklace, presenting for the younger man to see.]

That's why every time I'm in the Andromeda Galaxy, I stop by the Naritasan temple to get my blessings.

[Hagakure will probably notice a familiar set of phrases on the inscription, which is specifically written in Japanese.]

I don't need to know the specifics, I just wanna know I'm gonna get lucky, baby!

Y'know?

[sixthnonsense]

[A sharp inhale comes from Hagakure as he gently takes hold of the tag to inspect it closely.]

Naritasan's in the Andromeda Galaxy too?! Wow! I haven't been to the one in Japan in years, but it's a big name in Buddhism!

[He never would've imagined... But it's really comforting to know that Earth has made its mark on the universe, and that you're never truly too far from home even in the darkest depths of it.

In regard to Dandy's priorities...he stops examining the tag for a moment to look up and wink at him.]

I don't even hafta use my skills on that one, 'cause I know you did.

1/?

[bootyhunter]

[Now it's his turn to be flustered, and he screams in a much higher pitch than usual-]

THAT'S NOT WHAT I-

2/?

[bootyhunter]

[Oof, he is turning so damn red that he can feel his own cheeks burning. Dandy has been hoodwinked by his own horny personality! For once, he really just meant luck and not *fuck and (ing). Both of his long, Gumby-ass hands fuss with his pompadour, and while the hairdo temporarily fluffs up a bit, as soon as he lets go it seems to set right back in place. Weird???]

3/3

[bootyhunter]

[Those hands come dragging down his face, which is still fucking red as ever, stopping at his eyes. Dandy sheepishly peers through his fingers, blinking three or four times like an angry bird.]

I guess I did.

[Huffs!!!]

[sixthnonsense]

[Though the sudden shout startles him, Hagakure very quickly has to hide a growing grin on his face almost as much as Dandy hides his face. He cannot, unfortunately, hide the fit out laughter brewing within him as his shoulders shake uncontrollably.

He. He seriously just managed to embarrass Dandy. Clearly he needs an award for this??

But no, he won't drag this on any further. He's not that mean. He's definitely going to treasure this moment though, and commit that adorable look of embarrassment to memory.]

Heheheh... Sorry, dude, I couldn't help myself. But in my defense, how was I supposed to know that's not what you meant?

[It's Dandy. C'mon.]

[bootyhunter]

[He's just gonna be muttering incomprehensibly!!! Like a little blushy piece of shit!!!

But he is also going to be reaching out very quickly to grab at Hagakure's hand, like a toddler.]

[sixthnonsense]

[He wasn't going to drag this on, he thought. But he has just given an opportunity to do something he's always wanted to do once he got into a relationship, so:

He holds up Dandy's hand to plant a kiss on the back of it.

Totally a proper apology for making Dandy blush.]

[bootyhunter]

[He's not sure why that gesture makes him ache, or makes him "feel something," as Joy would put it. For a second, he appears lost. The element that constitutes the entire makeup of the alien hunter's person has been activated, and his mind whirs through an onslaught of memories from different streams of time- All of which Dandy has been present in, in one form or another.

Surprisingly, somehow...

Dandy has always been the one to initiate the kiss to the hand, making this timeline unique.

This stupid, impulsive little gesture is cosmically significant.

With an almost uncharacteristic degree of hesitation, Dand timidly presses his own lips to the other man's knuckles, maintaining eye contact the whole time.]

[sixthnonsense]

[Looking into Dandy's eyes, it's like Hagakure can feel some of that heartache for himself. Dandy's had his surprisingly melancholy and out of character moments, but this like he's seeing a completely different side that is normally kept safely locked away. His expression falters a little, and he's about to ask if Dandy's okay, but the other man acts before he can speak. It's such a pure, shy kiss that Hagakure can't believe it's coming from Dandy. A moment of vulnerability that is not lost on him in the slightest.

It's only until a few moments in that he realizes his mouth is hanging slightly agape, which he quickly rectifies into warm, comforting smile. Tracing his thumb over Dandy's hand in a soothing gesture, he leans in to whisper:]

Thanks, baby.

[Just taking a little page out of Dandy's playbook. Hopefully he's not too mad about it.]

and end thread?

[bootyhunter]

[His reaction is not what you would expect. There comes no curt remark or horny pedantism from his lips, only a goofy smile, so wide and lop-sided that you'd think it was better suited for child a child's face.

Dandy can't say that he remembers the last time anybody else called him baby, but then again, his memory when it comes to most things is strikingly poor. His roledex of lady loves consist of various flashes in the pan and the occasional serious relationship every ten or twenty years, the majority of which have been with cold, unfeeling women. Each of those "special girls" had perchance believed that this foolish idiot with a foul mouth and sunny disposition would help that sadness fade, or the icy winters in their hearts thaw.

He, too, was stupid enough to hope that things would end differently.

They didn't.

This relationship feels different from the rest.

Fate, however, will forever be cruel all the same.]