005. text. action. (backdated twice for maximum chronological realism)

[strikeraid]

[ backdated to Sunday (12/08) around noon ]

did anyone have an answer to the eye color changing problem or am i gonna have to order some contacts?

[ action ]

We'll go during the day if you're so worried, so what's the big deal? C'mon, we haven't seen you in forever.

[ One minute, you think these kids, who have been a common sight together over the past three years, hanging out in threes and fours and causing trouble, are just talking about nothing against the lockers, albeit with Skyler with his back against the wall and looking mildly annoyed. The next, Skyler's shoving one away, walking off as they yell at his back. ]

Shit - Skyler, what the hell?

C'mon, asshole, you know we can't do it without you!

[ Skyler can't help but turn around to retort. ] You only asked me because you know I'd do it!

Uh, no shit! That's what friends do. What is your problem, Veracruz? [ His friends (??) trail after him, but don't seem all that willing to follow him wherever he's going. ]

I don't have a problem, I just don't give a shit about you guys anymore! [ Skyler throws up his arms and shrugs, giving a sarcastic halfbow at the end of the gesture. ] Do what you want, I'm out.

You don't even care if we-

No, I don't! [ Skyler taps his head with his knuckles and shakes his head, his words caustic and condescending. Duh. ] Kind of goes with the territory. Go fuck yourselves, I'm done. [ He shoves his hands back into his pockets and spins into a walk down the hall. ]

I don't believe it.

He's a wuss, what the fuck was that?

Hey, Veracruz! You're a loser and everyone knows it. You're nothing without us, remember?

[ Skyler jabs his middle finger into the air and waves it as he moseys away. Clearly, he's done with that particular conversation. ]

[[ ooc: the second part wasn't necessarily meant to be responded to, but feel free to catch him sometime after school! we can establish a new context if your character wasn't available to see the above (or if you just want to do something different :D) ]]

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YES LET'S DO IT

[earnedmystripes]

so lets do this

are you ready

(to lose)

AFTER FIVE THOUSAND YEARS

[strikeraid]

i don't know how to lose
you're on

[ Skyler puts his phone away and starts running... AND SINCE THIS IS BEFORE THE CYBERNETICS he makes it in a little less than an hour and a half. :| He's good, but he's not that good.

knock knock who where. He'll be panting, hands on his knees, but feeling pretty ok. Once the adrenaline subsides he'll feel like shit because hahaha running several miles on about four hours of sleep is balls but HEY HE'S DONE WORSE THINGS TO HIS BODY ]

[earnedmystripes]

[Oh gosh Skyler, what even are you. Kotetsu wasn't actually expecting him to run all the way there??? He's not entirely sure exactly what he was expecting when he made the bet really, he was mostly just caught up in the moment.

Kotetsu opens the door and stares at Skyler briefly, before waving him inside and dashing off to grab a glass and fill it with cool water before coming back and offering it to Skyler.

pls drink it before you pass out, child.]

[strikeraid]

[ So was Skyler, but he was always the one to take things one step farther than he needed to.

He... sits his sweaty gross ass on the floor and takes the glass, draining it half down because he has no common sense and that is going to make his stomach hurt later, but you know what? He's got a lot of adrenaline going through his veins and that is helping him ignore that. He is grinning like a demon to himself. ]

Wa... [ He pants for a second, laughing. ] Whew. Wasn't checking the time. How long was that?

[earnedmystripes]

[Pfff Skyler, there was a couch. He checks the clock on the wall when Skyler asks, because he actually wasn't keeping track either, but he does remember approximately when he talked to the other.]

...'Bout an hour and a half.

[Which means, technically, that Kotetsu wins, and if Skyler was somewhere in his twenties or thirties, he might be wearing a shit-eating grin and gloating a little bit. However, Skyler is seventeen, and Kotetsu's kind of too much of a dad to enjoy such a victory.]

--Heeeey, when you've caught your breath, how about ice cream?

[No one ever said that there couldn't be a consolation prize for the tacos >_>]

[strikeraid]

Aw, god damn. [ He aims a genuinely pleased grin up at Kotetsu. Honestly, he doesn't care that he lost their bet. It was fun.

He gulps down the rest of the water and puts the empty glass against his neck to help cool himself down. He tries to look offended, but little bursts of helpless laughter keep on bubbling out of him. ]

Really? Do I look like I'm five? [ He shakes his head, grinning. ] Well. Sure, why not.

[earnedmystripes]

Hey, you're never too old for ice cream, okay. Never.

[Brb, tossing on a coat and grabbing his keys.]

[strikeraid]

[ Skyler, meanwhile, will finally haul his ass off the floor, and... go... snooping around for Kotetsu's kitchen so he can rinse out the cup. It's not all that hard to find, right? Head off that teen before he starts cleaning things, ok. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[And...Kotetsu comes back from fetching his keys to find Skyler washing his glass??? Man, he would not have pegged you for the type, bro.]

Oi, oi, you don't gotta worry about that, I'll get it later.

[When he does...the rest of those piled up dishes.....]

[strikeraid]

[ He glances at the stack of dishes in the sink. He glances back at Kotetsu. He glances. ]

I'm doing you a favor. [ He finishes cleaning the cup and goes ahead and put it on a clean place to air dry, too. ] I could do the rest. [ He does the dishes, Kotetsu pays him in ice cream. Seems fair. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[And this here is a historic occasion, because Skyler has completely accidentally managed to hit him with reverse dadguilt. He can't just let someone else's kid do his dishes for him, his pride literally will not allow it.]

Nah, that's okay, really, I got it.

[Lookit that, he's picking up a plate and reaching for the dish soap. `_`]

There's a TV in the living room, if you wanna, uh, watch something while I take care of this?

[strikeraid]

[ Skyler raaaaises his eyebrows... then laughs, throwing up his hands and walking out. ] All right, all right. You have cable? [ Vikings vs Ravens isn't on for another hour or so, but pregame college football is always a thing. :|b ]

[earnedmystripes]

Yeah!! There should be a channel guide around some...where...

[HAHA CHRIST he almost never has people over??? How long has it been since he last bothered to even try to make his apartment look presentable...]

[strikeraid]

[ Skyler shrugs, moving to leave. ]

I'll just surf until I find it. Dishes won't take too long, right? [ ... small shit eating grin. level one. still has tail whip. ]

[earnedmystripes]

Sh...ouldn't take. Toooo long......

[Tossing out a slightly...unsure look...at the stack of dishes. Omg why did he ever leave them this long this is so embarrassing dfjlskdf

And by 'not too long' he means he manages in something like forty-five minutes, because funny thing about unwashed dishes is they tends to get kind of crusty if you leave them there too long ahahaha....

He's returning with his sleeves sort of soaked too, oops. He tried to roll them up before starting to wash the dishes, but it was too loosely done they sort of rolled themselves back down. `_`

Not a word, Skyler. Not. A. Word. :|]

[strikeraid]

[ By this time, ESPN was getting into pre-game, probably. And Skyler would totally be judging him.

If he wasn't. You know. Passed the fuck out on Kotetsu's couch. Chin to collarbone mouth slightly open dead to the world unconsciousness. He had a hell of a night. ]

[earnedmystripes]

[oh.

oh.

that's. so cute. c:

Kotetsu quietly turns on his heel to get a blanket out of the closet and covers Skyler with it, gently nudging him so he's properly lying down on the couch and doesn't get a crick in his neck from sleeping in that position.

Ice cream can wait. There's other chores he's neglected, hasn't he? He can do those in the meantime.]