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[fuckvampires]

[hello, Room, here's a Harvestman lounging around, half- falling off the couch he's chosen to drape himself across.]

Oh, god, I'm so bored. Y'all better step to it and entertain me and wait on me hand and foot. That's why y'all exist, right?

[wait no, now he's actually falling. After a moment of flailing, he manages to stay on the couch.]

Seriously, why is acting like a responsible adult so fucking boring?

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[catchabreak]

The key word is 'responsible.'

[fuckvampires]

And that's what fucking sucks 'bout it. Being responsible is boring as shit.

[catchabreak]

So don't be. Or like, pretend to be responsible but secretly be irresponsible?

[fuckvampires]

See, I've tried that and it always backfires on me. Funny how that works.

[catchabreak]

Then I guess you better suck it up and be responsible. It's the sort of duty that comes with age anyway, right?

[fuckvampires]

I'm not old.

[catchabreak]

I think we had this argument once already.

[fuckvampires]

Did we? I have that argument a lot. 'Blah blah, get off my lawn,' all that?

[catchabreak]

Something like that. I think you threatened to knife me with a sharpie.

[stormbelow]

[for as suited up as he was when he left, Arashi's pretty casual now in jeans and a black button-down. his hair is still black, and he looks... well, he looks a little weird, but that could just be jet lag. he didn't call, but he did figure that he might be able to find Harvestman here.]

[fuckvampires]

[WHOOPS now he's fallen off the couch entirely at the sight of Arashi, that was totally a smooth move and not awkward and dorky in any way.]

Hey.

[stormbelow]

[no, it's adorable fine, Arashi's just going to stride over, pluck him right back up, and make out with his face for a second. the fact that they are in public can of course go fuck itself.]

Hi. I missed you. Come with me.

[fuckvampires]

[oh hey that's... nice, he's just going to sound entirely distracted by all of the suddenness. Not distracted enough, though, to prevent him from slipping his hand into Arashi's.]

Okay.

[stormbelow]

[he doesn't say much -- doesn't offer an explanation for why he was gone so long, or even an apology (although he intends to). he just leads Harvestman to a particular door made of dark, streaked wood.]

Close your eyes.

[fuckvampires]

[Amused at all of this, Harvestman just smiles and obeys.]

Okay. Am I gonna like this?

[stormbelow]

Let's find out.

[still tugging Harvestman by the hand, Arashi leads the way through the door, at which point the air becomes crisply cold and gusty, smelling of winter, woods, and maybe distant rain. At first their footprints thunk on hollow wood, but then the ground softens slightly under their feet with the crackle of dry grass, and Arashi moves behind Harvestman and brings his hands to the vampire's shoulders instead, leading him forward several paces before turning him all the way around.]

All right, open.

[when he does, Harvestman will get his first glimpse of Arashi's brand new home, finally completed (or at least as near enough as makes no difference). The landscaping is sparse and unfinished, but that's always the last thing to go.]

[fuckvampires]

Jesus Christ.

[That might not be the most appropriate response, but it's pretty clear he's impressed. It's something he's only seen in pictures, and even then rarely, something completely foreign to him.]

It's amazing. Do you like it?

[campjesus]

And people wonder why I don't.

[fuckvampires]

You act more adult that I do.

[at leasy Brody is upright???]

[campjesus]

You take that back!

[fuckvampires]

Oh shit, did I just offend your delicate teenage sensibilities?

[campjesus]

I won't allow anyone to slander me that way.

[fuckvampires]

Don't see you doing nothing about it.

[campjesus]

I'll bite you. And you'll be like "oh waaaah whyyyyyy" and I'll be all "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET."

[fuckvampires]

Uh-huh.