Who: joshua kiryu and whoever wants a thread w/ him What: just a plain old catch-all post! When: whenever Where: wherever. Warnings: it's josh so he's probably going to get into some shit eventually
[Joshua is keeping an eye on the spear without it being obvious that he's actually looking at it, his hand brushing against the gun in his back pocket just briefly, as if reassuring himself that it was still there.
he hates it. he hates not feeling confident anymore, second guessing himself. relying on disgusting means to defend himself...
but he's got to do what he's got to do.]
But ever since then, you've become even more erratic. [a beat] Chaos for chaos' sake, with no real meaning behind it is pointless. You do know that, right?
Do you honestly think that there are those that would just let you get away with it? To roll over and let you do as you please?
[a book zooms off of one of the tables, a pretty heavy one at that, and lands in one of his hands as he looks at it.]
Killing without purpose...it's useless. You may end up killing someone important.
[the book zooms out of his hand again and towards Dito's head, trying to make contact with the other boy, even though that was the very least of what he wanted to do here.]
[ dito frowns as joshua starts speaking again. god, he's so annoying.
he opens his mouth, clearly about to retort given the look on his face--
--when the book makes impact with his forehead. dito drops his spear loudly against the floor, retracting his legs back toward himself and off the top of the desk as both of his hands move up to grab at where he'd just been hit over one of his eyes. ]
FUCK! The hell was that for, you limp-dick piece of shit--
[ dito falters off into a groan, keeping one hand on his forehead as he grabs the edge of the desk, about to stand up and approach josh at this point. ]
[oh. that's even more cute than he expected, honestly.
Joshua tries to summon the spear to him, and it flies into his hand as he takes a step back to avoid the other. he's not going to answer Dito, not yet, but instead he's going to look it over.]
I suppose it's better than a club. That'd be the most ultimately barbaric thing, I think.
[he's going to spin it now, almost like he knows what he's doing with it...]
[ it takes dito a second to even realize what joshua's doing, just because having a heavy book hit you in the head can be a little disorienting for a few seconds, but as he stands up with one of his hands leaning against the top of the desk, he suddenly realizes that joshua's just taken his spear.
now he really doesn't like that. he finally takes his hand off his forehead, placing it on the desk as well as his eyes narrow. ]
[ Dito notes, wrinkling his nose at the scene before him. He really doesn't like that Josh has his spear, but he also knows that Josh has weird powers and abilities and he doesn't exactly want his trusty weapon to get obliterated because the other is in a prissy mood.
Dito sighs, widening his eyes and tilting his head. ]
I can't do that if you don't give it back, asswipe.
[ Dito laughs, pushing his palms against his desk finally as he stands up fully, taking a few steps toward Joshua. ]
Does it matter? Does it affect you? The little bullshit I do here and there...? Is it really that much of an inconvenience? I thought you were better than this, master.
[ He spits out the title in a mocking way, chuckling slightly before he slaps a hand on the table of his desk and tilts his head at Josh again. ]
Or maybe you're just a schmuck yourself? Too caught up in a system to handle a little chaos? Pathetic.
[ He cracks his neck, even if he doesn't like what's going on at all. But he's not intimidated by Joshua, so... ]
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[Joshua is keeping an eye on the spear without it being obvious that he's actually looking at it, his hand brushing against the gun in his back pocket just briefly, as if reassuring himself that it was still there.
he hates it. he hates not feeling confident anymore, second guessing himself. relying on disgusting means to defend himself...
but he's got to do what he's got to do.]
But ever since then, you've become even more erratic. [a beat] Chaos for chaos' sake, with no real meaning behind it is pointless. You do know that, right?
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[ dito scoffs, tilting his head at joshua before narrowing his eyes with a smirk. ]
This entire place is chaos. It's perfect for a sorry sap like me! I LOVE it.
[ he sounds a little ecstatic about everything right now. ]
Who cares if I murder as many people as possible? This place is fucking giving us merit points for it, anyway.
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[a book zooms off of one of the tables, a pretty heavy one at that, and lands in one of his hands as he looks at it.]
Killing without purpose...it's useless. You may end up killing someone important.
[the book zooms out of his hand again and towards Dito's head, trying to make contact with the other boy, even though that was the very least of what he wanted to do here.]
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he opens his mouth, clearly about to retort given the look on his face--
--when the book makes impact with his forehead. dito drops his spear loudly against the floor, retracting his legs back toward himself and off the top of the desk as both of his hands move up to grab at where he'd just been hit over one of his eyes. ]
FUCK! The hell was that for, you limp-dick piece of shit--
[ dito falters off into a groan, keeping one hand on his forehead as he grabs the edge of the desk, about to stand up and approach josh at this point. ]
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Joshua tries to summon the spear to him, and it flies into his hand as he takes a step back to avoid the other. he's not going to answer Dito, not yet, but instead he's going to look it over.]
I suppose it's better than a club. That'd be the most ultimately barbaric thing, I think.
[he's going to spin it now, almost like he knows what he's doing with it...]
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now he really doesn't like that. he finally takes his hand off his forehead, placing it on the desk as well as his eyes narrow. ]
... What are you doing.
[ it's something he's really possessive of, so... not cool. ]
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[he shrugs, and then brings it across in front of him, so that he can hold it in both of his hands.]
I wonder...would it lose its significance to you if I broke it?
[he's literally a stick, so feel free for Dito to laugh at the idea of him snapping it in half.]
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[ Dito notes, wrinkling his nose at the scene before him. He really doesn't like that Josh has his spear, but he also knows that Josh has weird powers and abilities and he doesn't exactly want his trusty weapon to get obliterated because the other is in a prissy mood.
Dito sighs, widening his eyes and tilting his head. ]
I can't do that if you don't give it back, asswipe.
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[he places only a little bit of pressure on it, as if he's really about to break it. but he doesn't, at least. not yet.
he kind of wants to see what Dito's reaction is going to be, first.]
You know, dogs who decide to be too aggressive get disciplined. What should your punishment be, dog?
[:)]
You're very inconvenient.
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[ Dito laughs, pushing his palms against his desk finally as he stands up fully, taking a few steps toward Joshua. ]
Does it matter? Does it affect you? The little bullshit I do here and there...? Is it really that much of an inconvenience? I thought you were better than this, master.
[ He spits out the title in a mocking way, chuckling slightly before he slaps a hand on the table of his desk and tilts his head at Josh again. ]
Or maybe you're just a schmuck yourself? Too caught up in a system to handle a little chaos? Pathetic.
[ He cracks his neck, even if he doesn't like what's going on at all. But he's not intimidated by Joshua, so... ]
Maybe you're the dog.