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Post by Osatsu Kei on Nov 7, 2017 23:09:28 GMT -5
🐧 --- There were a lot of things that happened during their time here in this place. Interacting with people that they've never met, or had a vague feeling about... getting suspicious items that really shouldn't fall into a teenager's hands... god, they weren't really sure how to feel about everything. In fact, they weren't sure if they'd actually want to feel something towards the prior events. One thing is for sure: those items need to go, even if it goes against every part of their belief on conversation. Perhaps... if things get bad... they could at least use the book as some source of fuel to make a fire. How optimistic! Though, to be fair, is that not the treatment that Freud's theory on dreams deserves? Especially since the implications and connections to sex are just, well, they simply aren't Osatsu's general tastes. They weren't all too bothered, but they really couldn't give a single fuck to actually give it some thought. Either way, they were walking on the second floor, keeping to themself as they wandered around aimlessly. They were in thought when they noticed the presence of someone else in their general vicinity-- wait. Wait, wait wait. Is that... oh, this was a good time to pay attention. It's that amnesiac from before! Yanagi, was it? Oh, this was a good opprotunity to drag this day from the weird funk it entered after they got those items with just a little bit of fun. (And he was walking near the wall... perfect.) With that in mind, they shoved their hands into their pockets, and silently slithered over to where Yanagi was walking, first making sure to catch his attention with a loud, and clear: SLAM!-- before going ahead and slamming their foot right above Yanagi's shoulder with one hell of a leg stretch, stopping him from walking any further as a cryptic smile forms on their face. There's a rumble that comes from their throat-- as if they chuckled. What a weird chuckle.  --- 🐧 |
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Post by Yanagi Tsuneo on Nov 8, 2017 21:06:13 GMT -5
As unfortunate as it was to say, Yanagi found himself slowly but surely getting quite comfortable with his surroundings. While it took an uncomfortable amount of time, he found as he paced the halls, there was a sense of comfort in knowing exactly where he was. If he was going to stay here for a long time, game show or not, he wouldn't dare be confused about where he was. In truth, he preferred the second floor--and perhaps that was a little biased thanks to his appreciation of having his own bedroom, apparently for free.
(While he didn't know much, Yanagi knew that money was the most important thing. And, that, apparently, the bourgeoisie were to blame for pretty much anything.)
As he walked, he thought, briefly, that he noticed the comedian walking down the hall nearby-- but he hadn't really spoken to them before, so Yanagi didn't pay much thought until they spoke loudly at him, calling out a 'hey' in a suspicious, almost booming voice.
"Oh, uh, he-- WHOA?"
Before he could even register what was happening, Yanagi was pinned to the wall, Osatsu's foot above his shoulder. Yanagi blinked, wide-eyed, as he was, suddenly, strangely close to Osatsu, and they were chatting like nothing had really happened. Like they hadn't just kicked higher than should be possible. He frowned, lips curving into an uncomfortable line before he pressed himself further into the wall, as though trying to create more space between the two.
"I-- no, I wasn't trying to remember anything. Except the layout of the building, I guess. Oh, uh, you were joking. Huh."
Cheeks flushing an uncomfortable, unflattering red, Yanagi's gaze slipped away from Osatsu and peered behind them, almost like he was looking for an escape of some kind. When he realized, though, that the only way to really get free would involve pushing Osatsu over (or slipping to the other side, but he was sure they could just physically overpower him), his gaze shamefully returns to Osatsu's eyes, chewing his lip before he sighs, quietly.
"I mean, sure, it's suspicious, but what're we supposed to do about it? Also, uh. Question for you, er, Osatsu-san. How do you kick so high? It's unusual. And looks more than a little uncomfortable, hah."
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Post by Osatsu Kei on Nov 9, 2017 0:08:18 GMT -5
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--- A small part of Osatsu wondered if doing these weird, bizarre things had any true purpose in them, as much as they tried justifying it in their head. Amusement, they tried to justify it. Then why weren't they feeling satisfied with it? Of course, they were amused to say the least, but they didn't feel any closer to the satisfaction that they desired. What the hell were they missing? Should they have done something a little more weirder? More meaner?
They tapped a finger on their chin in thought as Yanagi responded to them, with their gaze to the side and up at the ceiling as they tried to think about the small internal conflict they faced. Though, when they notice Yanagi's face growing uncomfortably red from the corner of their eye, he had their full, undivided attention.
With a sly smile, they give him a shrug of their shoulders.
They playfully wink at Yanagi, though without any excited action accompanying it, the entire thing... seemed dry, really. But that was kind of humorous in its own unique was, wasn't it?
At the question, they glance down at their extended leg with a very disconnected stare. It was almost as if they weren't sure as well-- but they were doing it, so they had to know! Alas, they didn't. They really didn't consider the idea of their flexibility when thinking of this idea, really.
With that, they stop pinning Yanagi to the wall with their foot, and plant both of their feet right back on the ground where they belonged. They look down and give their leg a little bit of a wiggle, as if checking to see if they still felt something in it, before looking back up at Yanagi.
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Post by Yanagi Tsuneo on Nov 11, 2017 3:19:07 GMT -5
Something that Yanagi didn't want to admit, as he had quickly figured out, was that he didn't have a very good sense of humor. He wasn't sure if it just came with the amnesia, or if he really wasn't that funny at all. Even as Osatsu seems to give him their complete, undivided attention, peering quietly at him, Yanagi frowns, chewing his lip.
"Er... How do you tell something is a joke, then? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking me to do."
Peering quietly at Osatsu, cheeks still tinted a violent red, his apparent embarrassment did nothing to hide the slow, confused tilt of his head as Osatsu winked, then continued to joke around with a dry, flat tone of voice. They didn't seem to be congruent in their actions,even as they looked, suspiciously, at their extended leg--and then continued with an extended metaphor about the personification of life. Yanagi's eyebrows furrowed, before he shrugged, weakly.
"... I don't know if I can," he murmured, quietly, but once he was finally free, Yanagi turned, to the wall, and then kicked-- about as violently as he could, though he made no attempt to pin Osatsu to the wall, he did manage to land his foot a fair distance. "Oh, huh, I can do it-- auh. Augh. Cramp. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Jesus Christ. Holy fuck."
Even as he continued to exclaim profanities with all the aggression of an angry sailor, he sank tragically to the ground, leg extended as he groaned in pain. What a way to make a first impression, he figured, though he attempted to look calm, one leg extended, as he peered up at Osatsu curiously when they asked him a simple question while trying to massage the sudden pain in his leg away.
"Ah... I'm not going anywhere. Hf. What did you want to chat about?"
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