For all that's true, for all you do

[shuttermouse]

[ A note goes up on the fridge shortly after Chie signs the chicken petition on Monday: ]



[ Come 6 pm, she has prepared some coffee and tea so people can have something to drink while watching the shenanigans that will happen, as well as hot sauce as penalty for refusing a dare. So come here and have fun, y'all. ]

Comments

[blazeit]

[ HE'S ALMOST HALFWAY THROUGH HIS DARE NOW and going mildly numb on the inside. ]

Hey, tiger. Can I have your hand for a sec.

[crimsonchin]

What the hell are you gonna do with it?

[blazeit]

Just gonna touch my lips to it for a moment. Nothing gross, seriously.

[crimsonchin]

It certainly seems gross enough...

But fine. I guess I'll let it happen, just this once...

[blazeit]

[ No reason to draw this out, he grabs her hand, then dips his head to press his lips to the back of her hand for a second or two before letting go. ]

There, be thankful I didn't fucking slobber all over your hand 'cause you said it'd be gross.

[crimsonchin]

If you did, I would've beaten you to a pulp here and now.

[ She shakes her hand out...thank God she's wearing her plugsuit. ]

[blazeit]

I'm not, like, diseased or something. Man, you sound like you're about to complain about getting cooties or some shit like that.

[crimsonchin]

You're a boy. Of course I'm going to get cooties.

[blazeit]

[ He opens his mouth. Closes it.

... He really can't tell if he's being messed with or not. ]

You... aren't actually serious about that, right?

[crimsonchin]

What do you think?!

[ She totally is. ]

[blazeit]

That usually, people stop believing in cooties before graduating grad school.

[crimsonchin]

There are some things biology just can't prove, you know.

*grade school...... of all the misspellings to be struck with

[blazeit]

So you're telling me... with a straight face... you really, truly, actually believe in invisible gendered germs.

[ He's not even moved into judging yet. He still thinks he's being messed with. ]

[crimsonchin]

There are weirder things out there.

[blazeit]

... Okay, you're right about that. But still, aren't you like. Twenty-eight or something?

[crimsonchin]

Do I look 28 to you?

[blazeit]

Does she [ he points at Youko ] look 600 to you?

[crimsonchin]

It's rude to ask a lady her goddamn age, anyway. ...But I'm fourteen.

[blazeit]

I'm not the guy who posted all this publicly, you know. [ There's a pause. And then he has a revelation. ] ... So that means you and the angel girl are the same age and that's... really fucking weird to think about.

[crimsonchin]

Funny what a difference in life experiences can do to someone, yeah?

[blazeit]

Well, she probably doesn't believe in cooties, so there's that.

[crimsonchin]

That's probably just because she doesn't remember being told about how dangerous they are.

[blazeit]

More likely because she was never told how dangerous they are. Because they don't exist.

[crimsonchin]

You just have cootie privilege. You're a boy, so you can't get them.

[blazeit]

That's not even how cooties work, it's supposed to go both fucking ways, and — wait a second, what the fuck am I even saying, cooties aren't a real thing.