[ Was he still struggling? Yes, most definitely. Had he been drunk more than a few times since finding out that Narancia was gone and having a meltdown in front of Abbacchio? Yeah, tick the box on that one too.
The message coming through took him a moment, Mista fumbling with his answer. Josuke. He was good people. He was really good people. ]
alright ... i brought ya something. it might be dumb though
[ Honestly, it's a really stupid idea but here goes!!! Mista will get a knock at his door about 15 minutes later. Josuke will be here, and he's holding a large box. ]
[ Thankfully Mista wasn’t nearly as intoxicated as he had been the day before, though he did have to roll himself off the couch to answer the door. A pause before he opened it, pulling his hand back through his hair and taking in a breath.
He hadn't seen him since that day at the convention, the second time that things had gotten a little out of control. He didn't regret it, though, he'd enjoyed the contact but there was still a great deal of confusion regarding exactly how he felt. That was all in the back of his mind, a few seconds of heated thoughts before he tried to focus on the door. The task at hand.
Don't focus on why you've been drinking and wallowing, Mista, just the fact that you have been. And with that he swung open the door, leaning against the frame and offering something of a wave. ]
Hey man, so what is it?
[ That lean in, peering at the box with a squint. Why did he get him a thing? ]
[ Honestly, while their last meeting is still on his mind, their odd tension takes a backseat to the genuine concern he has for his friend. It sounded like Mista had taken the news very baldly, and for a completely valid reason too. If Josuke himself is sad about what happened to Narancia, what more someone who's probably one of Narancia's best friends from home? He's here to lend a listening here if needed, and even if not, he hopes he can cheer him up with this stupid idea he has.
Now that he's actually here, though, he's starting to feel a bit nervous about it, because it might be the dumbest thing Mista's ever heard of. Josuke steps in, putting the box on the table and opening it. Inside, there's a dollhouse! ]
Dude, don't laugh at me for this --Fine, guess it is kinda stupid, so I won't stop you from laughing.
[ He's feeling slightly embarrassed and mostly really stupid for having this idea at all, and self-depreciation is how he lessens the blow for himself. ]
I just thought ... it'd be cool if the pistols had their own crib. And one of the toy stores were just going to throw this away when it broke. [ Thankfully Josuke has the ability to fix pretty much anything. He also picked up some cheap dollhouse furniture to make the place look more roomy. ]
[ Mista watched with absolute curiosity, leaning in to see what was in the box and staring once he realised what it was.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh. OH. OH!!! Any tension that he was concerned about was non-existent when he pulled him into that hug with a broad smile on his face. ]
No way, man, this is sweet! Like, holy shit, why didn't I think about getting one of these before?
[ He was laughing, but it was actually joyful without a hint of spite. He liked it, he really liked it. He pulled away from that hug and the dollhouse was removed from the box, he began to first peek in through the windows and then through the open side of the dollhouse. ]
There's a room for all of them! Damn, dude, this is so cool!
[ It warms his young heart to see a close friend so delighted about his gift. Josuke swells up with some pride now, feeling accomplished because he managed to cheer Mista up a little (at least, he's hoping so). And to think, a part of him was afraid Mista would see the whole thing as a joke. ]
Yeah? You think so? It'd be cute as hell seeing them running around the place and doing whatever! I don't really know what they're gonna do inside the plastic kitchen though ...
[ But seeing a pistol opening a tiny fridge also sounds cute as fuck, and that's all that matters. ] I'm ... glad to see you happy. [ Now that's a little embarrassing to say, even if he's sincere about it. Rubbing at the back of his neck, Josuke flushes very slightly. ]
[ He leaned in to look in the little kitchen, hand on his chin thoughtfully as he considered that himself. ]
If we got a little table we can replace some of the other stuff in the kitchen and it can just be a dining room? Do you think there's a way to make the little fridge actually work? They'd probably like it if they could get to their own snacks sometimes, get some plates...
[ Yeah, he's really thinking about this too hard. ]
It's not just me that's happy, though, they're gonna lose it when I let them out! Keep this up and they're gonna start liking you more than me!
[ He was flushed this whole time, but it wasn't as noticeable since his head was practically shoved into the dollhouse. This was an incredibly thoughtful gift. ]
[ What a cute guy. Josuke really feels so proud of this idea he had. One of his better ideas in a long time ... ]
Plates and a table is doable, but we really gotta find a tech guy if we want to wire up a tiny fridge. Don't think anyone's got a stand that could help with that ...
[ A stand that shrinks stuff? But then they'd have to fork out all that money buying a real fridge. Still, it's a cute idea. ]
So, you think you're gonna let them out? [ He wants to see the little pistols running around in their new house. It sounds cute as heck. Of course, there's no way they'd end up liking him more than their own user. ]
Oh yeah, I guess you would need to have someone make the fridge.
[ There was a click of his tongue as he pulled back, arms crossing over his chest. ]
Eh, I mean, they can just deal with it the way we always do but I still want to get them some little plates. They don't need any flatware or anything because they eat with their hands...
[ He was almost a little too deep in thought, looking up at Josuke after a moment before chuckling awkwardly and bringing his own hand up to the back of his head. ]
Shit, yeah, I got so excited I didn't even think about letting them out! Guys, check it out, Josuke brought you something really fucking cool!
[ That announcement for them as he swung out the cylinder of his gun to let them crawl out and run wild in their little house. ]
You'd better say thanks too, he didn't have to do it...
[ The store he was at did sell tiny little dollhouse furniture and accessories, so they probably did have plates. Josuke makes a note to himself to go back there. Anyway, before that, it's time to enjoy the spoils of his efforts. Josuke moves closer to the dollhouse, watching with pride as the little pistols start exploring their new home. ]
Holy shit, this is cute -- Looks like they like it! But they're such a handful, huh? [ They're pretty much everywhere right now. It's a wonder how Mista keeps them in line. Josuke takes out his phone and starts capturing the moment on video. It's just really cute? ] We should probably get more beds though, I don't want 'em to start fighting.
[ He was practically beaming as he watched them tear around the tiny little house, those shrill but still pleasant voices sounded just as happy as he felt right now. Even that little flutter in his heart was nice, even if he wasn't sure what that was really about. He'd come to figure that out soon enough, wouldn't he? ]
Oh yeah, they're a fucking mess sometimes but I don't think I'd wanna see what things would be like if they weren't around...beds'd be good, though, in case they wanna take a nap when they're out.
[ There was a wistful smile on his lips, Mista shifting his weight slightly. ]
Sometimes I wish I could really leave them out all the time, let them do what they want and have a little freedom but that'd take a shit ton of chroma.
[ He paused again, reaching up to rest a hand on Josuke's shoulder to squeeze it just a little. ]
Hey, thanks again, this is really cool. Like, really cool.
[ Josuke watches the little pistols attentively too, feeling proud about this little idea he had. When Mista's hand comes squeezing him on the shoulder, he rests his hand on Mista's. ]
No problem, man. I just ... hoped it might cheer you up. [ And it does look like it did, if only for this moment right now. ] They're really going for it, huh? They're a lot like hyperactive kids. How do you keep them in line?
[ It feels like having a babysitting gig 24/7 that you don't get paid for. ]
[ Even if it was a simple gesture there was so much warmth behind that hand that had settled over his. He was thoughtful about keeping the Pistols in line, had he ever really been able to do that completely?
Well, mostly, that's what he finally settled on as he shrugged just a little and let out a laugh. ]
Make sure they eat, talk to them, you know? Treat them like people, they hate being treated like things. And I mean, they're not really, yeah?
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The message coming through took him a moment, Mista fumbling with his answer. Josuke. He was good people. He was really good people. ]
heyyy
yeah man
come over it's good
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[ Honestly, it's a really stupid idea but here goes!!! Mista will get a knock at his door about 15 minutes later. Josuke will be here, and he's holding a large box. ]
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i'm sure it's good
yeah
[ Thankfully Mista wasn’t nearly as intoxicated as he had been the day before, though he did have to roll himself off the couch to answer the door. A pause before he opened it, pulling his hand back through his hair and taking in a breath.
He hadn't seen him since that day at the convention, the second time that things had gotten a little out of control. He didn't regret it, though, he'd enjoyed the contact but there was still a great deal of confusion regarding exactly how he felt. That was all in the back of his mind, a few seconds of heated thoughts before he tried to focus on the door. The task at hand.
Don't focus on why you've been drinking and wallowing, Mista, just the fact that you have been. And with that he swung open the door, leaning against the frame and offering something of a wave. ]
Hey man, so what is it?
[ That lean in, peering at the box with a squint. Why did he get him a thing? ]
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Now that he's actually here, though, he's starting to feel a bit nervous about it, because it might be the dumbest thing Mista's ever heard of. Josuke steps in, putting the box on the table and opening it. Inside, there's a dollhouse! ]
Dude, don't laugh at me for this --Fine, guess it is kinda stupid, so I won't stop you from laughing.
[ He's feeling slightly embarrassed and mostly really stupid for having this idea at all, and self-depreciation is how he lessens the blow for himself. ]
I just thought ... it'd be cool if the pistols had their own crib. And one of the toy stores were just going to throw this away when it broke. [ Thankfully Josuke has the ability to fix pretty much anything. He also picked up some cheap dollhouse furniture to make the place look more roomy. ]
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Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh. OH. OH!!! Any tension that he was concerned about was non-existent when he pulled him into that hug with a broad smile on his face. ]
No way, man, this is sweet! Like, holy shit, why didn't I think about getting one of these before?
[ He was laughing, but it was actually joyful without a hint of spite. He liked it, he really liked it. He pulled away from that hug and the dollhouse was removed from the box, he began to first peek in through the windows and then through the open side of the dollhouse. ]
There's a room for all of them! Damn, dude, this is so cool!
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Yeah? You think so? It'd be cute as hell seeing them running around the place and doing whatever! I don't really know what they're gonna do inside the plastic kitchen though ...
[ But seeing a pistol opening a tiny fridge also sounds cute as fuck, and that's all that matters. ] I'm ... glad to see you happy. [ Now that's a little embarrassing to say, even if he's sincere about it. Rubbing at the back of his neck, Josuke flushes very slightly. ]
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If we got a little table we can replace some of the other stuff in the kitchen and it can just be a dining room? Do you think there's a way to make the little fridge actually work? They'd probably like it if they could get to their own snacks sometimes, get some plates...
[ Yeah, he's really thinking about this too hard. ]
It's not just me that's happy, though, they're gonna lose it when I let them out! Keep this up and they're gonna start liking you more than me!
[ He was flushed this whole time, but it wasn't as noticeable since his head was practically shoved into the dollhouse. This was an incredibly thoughtful gift. ]
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Plates and a table is doable, but we really gotta find a tech guy if we want to wire up a tiny fridge. Don't think anyone's got a stand that could help with that ...
[ A stand that shrinks stuff? But then they'd have to fork out all that money buying a real fridge. Still, it's a cute idea. ]
So, you think you're gonna let them out? [ He wants to see the little pistols running around in their new house. It sounds cute as heck. Of course, there's no way they'd end up liking him more than their own user. ]
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[ There was a click of his tongue as he pulled back, arms crossing over his chest. ]
Eh, I mean, they can just deal with it the way we always do but I still want to get them some little plates. They don't need any flatware or anything because they eat with their hands...
[ He was almost a little too deep in thought, looking up at Josuke after a moment before chuckling awkwardly and bringing his own hand up to the back of his head. ]
Shit, yeah, I got so excited I didn't even think about letting them out! Guys, check it out, Josuke brought you something really fucking cool!
[ That announcement for them as he swung out the cylinder of his gun to let them crawl out and run wild in their little house. ]
You'd better say thanks too, he didn't have to do it...
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Holy shit, this is cute -- Looks like they like it! But they're such a handful, huh? [ They're pretty much everywhere right now. It's a wonder how Mista keeps them in line. Josuke takes out his phone and starts capturing the moment on video. It's just really cute? ] We should probably get more beds though, I don't want 'em to start fighting.
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Oh yeah, they're a fucking mess sometimes but I don't think I'd wanna see what things would be like if they weren't around...beds'd be good, though, in case they wanna take a nap when they're out.
[ There was a wistful smile on his lips, Mista shifting his weight slightly. ]
Sometimes I wish I could really leave them out all the time, let them do what they want and have a little freedom but that'd take a shit ton of chroma.
[ He paused again, reaching up to rest a hand on Josuke's shoulder to squeeze it just a little. ]
Hey, thanks again, this is really cool. Like, really cool.
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No problem, man. I just ... hoped it might cheer you up. [ And it does look like it did, if only for this moment right now. ] They're really going for it, huh? They're a lot like hyperactive kids. How do you keep them in line?
[ It feels like having a babysitting gig 24/7 that you don't get paid for. ]
it's all good i'm so late
Well, mostly, that's what he finally settled on as he shrugged just a little and let out a laugh. ]
Make sure they eat, talk to them, you know? Treat them like people, they hate being treated like things. And I mean, they're not really, yeah?