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.

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[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.]