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[nishizono]

hey, fellow prisoners! or should i say guests? having some trouble with the technical definitions lately.

i need some help. personal reasons. it's more of a crafts project, and i don't have anything to trade any of you - all the good shit i had are currently confiscated, sorry about that. anyway, here's the list of things i'm looking for:

- 1 box condoms
- 1 roll copper wire
- 2 metal files (1 long, 1 short)
- 1 roll electrical tape
- 1 liter acrylic paint, any color
- 1 car battery
- 1 telepath
- 1 roll fairy lights

if anyone can point me in the right direction, or if anyone's willing to help pull this together, i'll owe you something. we can negotiate.

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[nishizono]

[ tetora audibly scoffs at the mention of ahab and his disgustingly noble habits and intentions. ]

Of course he would. He's that kind of guy. [ does he ever do anything that isn't annoyingly NICE and GOOD who can even be that agreeable, what the honest fuck aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA-- ] He doesn't even smoke, does he.

[ nope, there wasn't a quietly hissed motherfucker at all. ]

Why can't you two just share a bed? Isn't that what people do?

EDITS ALL THE EDITS /throws them like Oprah

[warandpeace]

He smokes. I smoke too.

A kiseru.

But....

[Don't laugh too hard at Kaz smoking a posh effeminate thing like a kiseru, Tetora. His mother did and he picked the habit up off her.]

He has an electronic cigar with various sorts of products to smoke. He often uses it in the field to enhance his performance. They're safe for use, don't worry.

[Ahab smokes weed.]

We share a bed usually. Now, anyway. Would you like him to stick around?

finally, bees

[nishizono]

Do I have to invest in earplugs or not? [ he wants it to sound like a joke, but it comes out painfully sincere. hashtag yikes, not as planned. ] I don't mind him, I just don't wanna... hear. Shit. You know.

[ and look, people can smoke whatever the fuck they want to. tetora's been hitting the druggie lines as a young adolescent and he turned out... not fine but he's an exception, don't judge anything by him. he's a barometric wrench in the evolutionary machine, or some deep-sounding shit like that.

basically: whatever floats your boat, just don't let it kill you. ]

You're both adults, you don't have to— Hey, you can tell me to fuck off if you guys need the space, all right? I won't take it personally.

[warandpeace]

You're not bothering us. And neither of us snore.

[That is what he assumes for the earplugs thing, honestly, since neither one of them have really been feeling it since being mentally frisked. There's always the lingering feeling that someone is watching and waiting.]

It's just how he is. He likes people to be safe. He's glad to be out there in the field, or as close to being in the field as we can get.

Don't worry about it.

[He makes it all the way down to his floor with calculated steps, the staircase a magnificent obstacle course.]

[nishizono]

[ they manage the stairs will little fanfare after that, taking the steps down a touch longer than it normally would. but they're between them three functioning legs and a lot of unnecessary bruises; speed is compromised for the day, call back later, it's gone off to mexico for the rest of the week.

it's all too relieving to finally be in front of miller's front door, if tetora's growing litany of hisses are any indication. ]

You and Snake or whatever the hell his name is, you're both great, amazing, it's so cool and all — but can I just say this?

You both suck at moderation.

[ which... considering how extra tetora is on the regular, is a bit much. and he recognizes it. still standing by the assessment though. ]

[warandpeace]

What does that mean?

[He asks as they go into the room. He doesn't get it. What he does do, however, is hobble his way over to the bed and settle down so he can immediately go back to writing something.]

[At this point he's worked through half his scrounged tablet of paper. Somehow even in captivity his work ethic hasn't waned.]

[Not that it'll make him a terribly interesting rooming companion for this stay.]

[nishizono]

It means exactly that, you both suck at taking it down a notch.

[ even as they speak miller's already getting to work; it proves his point, doesn't it? but he can't help from feeling a touch fond about it - a realization that makes him crumple up a little. fond. who is he?

tetora drops himself into the loveseat, curls up into a slouching ball of limbs that handily strip shoes and top shirt from his body. snake's gifts are already darkening, blue-dark bruises stark on tetora's skin. ]

It's a good look on you, though. [ with his shirt thrown around his shoulders, tetora yawns loudly. ] Don't stay up too late, Miller-san.

[warandpeace]

[Kaz snorts. He doesn't understand, of course, because if he did slow down, even with someone he'd be lonely. He'd only think of his mistakes. The slowest he lived was in his nice home on Thisavrou. First time he ever did that since being a child.]

[After Tetora goes to sleep, Kaz looks over at him drowsing on the loveseat. He manages his way over to put a sheet over him (they're almost a blanket, they're pretty thick) and heads back to the bed.]

[He'll just keep busy until either Snake gets back or he collapses in a tired pile on the bed.]