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House 1 is... number... 1??????

Who: Genjo Sanzo (

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What: Roommates Finding Out They're Roommates and The Chaos That Ensues
Where: House 1 in the Residential District
Warning(s): Smoking, Swearing, and the Pure Horror That Lambdadelta is Capable Of.

[It didn't take Sanzo long to find his home, it was one of the very first buildings on the block of the residential block after all.

Scratch that, it was absolutely the first house on the block.

But it was upon walking in that he soon realized how small and cramped it was. Not that it bothered him, cramped was comfortable. It was the overly extravagant and spacious that got to him. Actually, if you ignored the cracks in the walls and the slightly old and musty smell the place carried, it seemed to have it's own charm to it. Kind of.... Sort of.

At least at the moment it seemed he was all alone in it, and he knew better than to expect that that would always be the case. So, while he was able to enjoy his privacy, he decided to get to something that was plaguing his mind all day.

Taking a deep sigh, he stepped over to the couch and quickly threw the heavy camouflage jacket that he found off his body. The clothes he had found among the rubble and debris during their crash-land to the planet had spared him the shame of traveling to Olympia in tattered robes, but he was happy to get out of what he was wearing as quickly as possible.

Now, where could the bathroom be located in this shit-hole?]

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Except it WAS and it DID!

[You know what? For that, Yusei, you get the fan. Pulling the large paper toy out of his robe he gave Yusei a quick disciplinary THWACK.]

Take that thing outside right now where it's safe! I don't want you blowing up out apartment!

Edited 2017-08-12 00:51 (UTC)

["Because you kicked it," is what he would have said, except he got fanned. Yusei buckles over, before looking up to stare at Sanzo owlishly, as if he hadn't expected that sudden outburst. He definitely didn't expect to get whacked by a toy fan, either, so that's definitely a first for him.]

A...ah. [Wow. He actually looks properly chastised, for once.]

You heard me! Out! Now!

[Disciplinary dad mode activated. You are in so much trouble young man! Look, he's even pointing towards the door.]

[What the heck, dude. He hasn't ever been yelled at like this since leaving Martha's house. Like her, he's squabbling over something reasonable, but...]

I refuse.

[He doesn't feel like letting an old drunkard win, yo.]

I can't get any work done outside this time of night. [No light, yo.]

[Oh no you didn't you little--]

...What did you just say?

[Sanzo was smiling in regard to Yusei's response, but the smile meant nothing good. His body tensing he stomped up closer to the kid and grabbed him by the collar.]

'S that a death wish I hear coming from you?

[One has to give Yusei credit, he barely changes expression when he's grabbed that way, his eyes only narrowing somewhat due to the sudden motion. Heck, it's so long before he actually answers that one might think he just intends on glaring Sanzo into letting him go.]

And? If it is?

[Oh, boy. This is gonna be fun.]

[..... Oh. So he was challenging him how was he?

His eyes grew dark as he stared Yusei down with a blank expression. Usually he did not wish to do such things indoors. It was stupid to go around wrecking your own property after all, also it was impolite. But Yusei had started it by being a little douche in their shared living space so-- It's only fair that he was allowed to disrespect their home the same way Yusei was.

His reflexes were fast as he slipped the gun from his sleeve, almost immediately aiming up and pulling the trigger so that the bullet sped just beside Yuseis brow, taking a few strands of his hair in the process and piercing a hole into the wall behind him.

And then, slowly, he brought the gun up to Yusei's head, glaring him down.]

Your machine. Move it.

Now.

[Yusei visibly starts sweating at hearing the bullet go off, but while he does tense up, his facial expression barely changes other than his eyes widening slightly in shock.

They narrow again soon enough, though, and he does nothing to stop Sanzo from putting the gun to his head, instead just focusing on glaring him down. Apparently, he doesn't think Sanzo is the type to actually go through with the threat, but then again...the monk is drunk. Who knows what kind of fate he's tempting with that quiet defiance?]

[Sanzo is giving a mutually defiant glare back. His vision may have been a bit blurry with the half a dozen drinks he downed over the past few hours, but his violet eyes were as sharp and focused as ever.

So the little fucker was challenging him was he? Fine.

Challenge. Fucking. Accepted.

It was true that he did not actually not hate Yusei, but that never stopped him before. And he was never one to back down on a threat. So he'd spare his life at least, but that didn't mean he wouldn't assert himself.]

Hmph. Fucking idiot.

[He loosened his grip on the handle of the gun, allowing it's position to shift as he slowly aimed a little lower. Holding the barrel again directly against the edge of Yusei's shoulder before letting his index finger press down against the cold metal of the trigger.

A loud echoing sound erupted out, the sound of the gun bouncing off the walls of the small apartment around them.]

[Yusei's eyes track the gun's movement out of the corner of his eye, and at the moment he actually wonders if Sanzo's actually going to shoot, the loud bang of the gun echoes in his ears, a dizzying, disorienting sound.

The first idle thought that rings through Yusei's mind is that he's glad he wasn't wearing his jacket-the orange baubles had already gone through enough damage, and he'd never gotten a chance to repair them yet!

The second idle thought is that his shoulder is in hellish pain, a piercing sensation not unlike when shrapnel had impaled his gut not a month before he'd been whisked into Thesa Station.

The third is that he can feel...something, coming from the wound, sluggishly coming out as if the bullet itself was stopping up the flow. His first conscious movement is to put a hand to it, grimacing in pain as he finally registers what just happened.]

Gh-ghh...! You...

[You actually fucking did it. Holy shit.]

Edited 2017-08-24 02:57 (UTC)

[Damn right he did.

Sanzo merely continued to stare with the same blank expression that he held a second ago. It was just a flesh wound, and they lived in a land where medical care worked especially fast. So all in all there was nothing really to worry about. But this hopefully was enough to get the point through.]

So are you going to make this place presentable? Or are you going to continue to stand there and test my limits like a fucking lemur approaching a cliff.

[He pulls back tohe hammer of his gun. A small clicking noise sounding as this time he aimed it at Yuseis thigh.]

Tch.

[Once the initial dizzying jolt of pain is over with, it feels more like a steadying ache than anything else. Still hurts like the dickens, mind, but it's something he can get used to. Probably. Eventually, he straightens himself out. He still doesn't want to compromise with a drunkard, but at the same time...he has some self-preservation. Some. Getting shot tends to remind one of that.]

I...am going to wrap this up, first. [Not enough, though, if he's still intent on negotiating.

He rolls the injured shoulder experimentally, wincing at the splitting pain that resounds anew from the motion, but noting that it doesn't seem to have hit anything vital enough to keep him from moving it. Good. Thank god.]

I'll move this out of your way after that. Not outside, though.

[Goddammit, Yusei.]

Don't bother. Just start cleaning.

[He says as he sluggishly wanders out toward the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. It seems he locked you away from the first aid supplies Yusei, at least for now.

It seems Sanzo was just the type of bitter person to make you suffer for your stubbornness.]

[Bah. Stubborn is as stubborn does, and Yusei will stubbornly find his own way to manage. Probably. As long as he can walk, as long as he can move, work, do something, he'll push past this pain as much as necessary.

First things first is to see what he can do with that bullet wound. He's not stupid enough to try and see if he can prise the bullet out, not only can he not see his injury, he certainly doesn't want to take otu what seems to be the only thing keeping him from bleeding out completly. No bandages here, either...so he'll deal with the thing using a mostly-clean rag he found in the kitchen and sopped up a bit with water. Stuffing it with more rags and tying it somewhat securely at least mostly stops it up, and he can use his other hand now.

First things first...that engine. Lifting something like that was already a bit of a hassle, and it's even more difficult with an arm threatening to bleed all over him at the slightest tear, but he somehow manages to shove it into the bottom of a hall closet. Whatever. It's not in the living room, and it's not outside, so that should be enough for the both of them, huh? But damn, all that effort, and he needs to change out the cloths already...bah.

He'll manage.]

[Oh stop being such a pansy Yusei, it isn't long after the kid had managed to clean the wound himself that Sanzo had emerged from the bathroom. He was still carrying a fairly sour look on his face but at least he no longer seemed aggressive.]

Oy. Brat.

[It looks like he wasn't done talking to you yet.]

[Rude, Sanzo. Who's the one overreacting here, anyway? Yusei closes the closet door before barely turning his head, still wary. Despite everything, his voice somehow manages to remain level.]

What?

[Don't you know? Showing any semblance of reaction or emotion is weakness. At least in Sanzos eyes it definitely is.]

Here.

[He knew Yusei wouldn't be able to catch it so he didn't bother. But instead he lightly tossed what he has with him to Yuseis feet. It seemed he was already in process of getting you some actual bandages, alcohol based disinfectant, and a small looking bottle of something. It was extra of the healing potion he had procured last month over at the Western Outpost. Now was as good of a time as any to use it.]

Clean yourself up proper before you end up opening the wound more. Otherwise you'll get blood everywhere.

[Look at these two emotionless assholes dead-eyeing each-other as if they were not just screaming back and fourth a few minuites earlier.]

[Yusei should know about that. After all, that's how things worked in the Satellite, isn't it? Don't show that you need anything. Don't show that they've gotten to you. And yet every time, something happens that makes his stoic veneer crack just a little more. He can't help but lash back.

Yusei looks down at the bottles and bandages at his feet, raising an eyebrow. He feels like he should have expected this, but it's a pleasant surprise regardless. The bottle of healing potion is picked up with his good hand, and he smirks softly.]

Ah, and if I don't? You'd shoot me again? That'd seem a little counter-productive.

[more mess, more fuss, more-wait, Yusei, this isn't the time to be sassy.]

Fucking hell kid, are you suicidal or something? You know they make medicine for that.

[Which is also for pansy losers. Real men embrace their chronic depression-- BUT ANYWAY.]

Look, take it or don't, I'm not your keeper. I'm just sick of being stuck with a slob for a roommate and would enjoy living in a house with a clean living-room.

[Shit. He can feel himself sobering up a little. Maybe he should get more booze from the kitchen.]

[Maybe a little. But he'd like to be productively suicidal and waste his life for the good of others or something like that. Time to work.]

I see.

[He does the Yusei-equivalent of an eye-roll, which is some weird cross between an eyebrow raise and looking off to the side at the first aid items, before picking said items up.]

I'll be in the kitchen.

[So if you wanna get some booze, you're gonna have to go through him. Who, by the time Sanzo probably decides to go in there, may or may not be using a procured set of tweezers from one of the kitchen drawers to attempt digging out the bullet on his own before he uses the supplies to close the wound for good.

Gods, Yusei.]

[.... Goddamn it.]

Oy. No you don't, the kitchen was where I was planing on going.

[He mentally called dibs. You can't just take a mans ideas like that.

Whatever. He's just going to follow you, no matter how awkward it is. He'll just head toward the fridge and grab his beer and--]

.... What the fuck are you trying to do?

[... Tweezers? Directly into the wound by yourself?

Okay. That's kind of hard core.]

Getting this out. I don't want to heal up with it stuck in there.

[That might lead to all sorts of problems. But goddammit, if he can sit through several hours of surgery to remove jagged shards of metal out of his intestines with no anesthesia, he can fucking do this. It's just one fucking bullet.

It's just that it's in an awkward place and he's having a hard time seeing what he's doing, ugh.]

Tsssff... [Yeah, he missed grabbing it again.]

[Damn. You're tougher than he made you out to be kid. Props.]

Here. Hold on a second.

[You know what? Fuck beer. This calls for some heavy liqueur. He's going to reach into the cabinet and pull out some of the strong stuff. Popping off the top and swigging down a gulp of it before walking up to Yusei.]

Drink this.

[You want some booze kid? Cause this is going to hurt.]

[Yusei holds the bottle quizzically. He gets the idea-booze yourself up so you don't feel the pain of what you're going through. It's a pretty common idea in Satellite. Still...]

I'd rather keep my wits about me for this. Otherwise, I'll never get this out...

[Afterwards, though...hell, he'll drink the entire damn bottle if you want.]

Hmph. Suit yourself brat.

[Okay. Admittedly, that small act had managed to garner quite a bit of respect from Sanzo. Really? You sure you want to do this with nothing to dull the senses? Suit yourself, although it's probably going to hurt like all hell.]

I'd find something to bite down on then, if I were you. Before you end up choking on your own tongue from the pain.

[And with that he takes a swig down of the stuff himself before kneeling down close to Yusei.]

Pass me the tweezers and tell me when you're ready.

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