yogen | un: s.nice 10/14

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un: s.nice 10/14

who the hell volunteered me to go to school again??

[not the school.....]

anyway, whats up with the stuff thats been going on here? ive been reading the message boards or whatever...nine people died? do you guys not have police or detectives or anything?

[he might be lazy as fuck but he's practical]

i didnt read everything because everyone talks too much, but thats kind of lame, isnt it? you guys gonna just let people get away with that?

[...................................................]

do they have pork cutlets or hamburgers here

[it went one way and then another so fast...sorry Yogen]

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like you can

you wanna bet?

try me

ill meet you right now where are you

1st floor
come on, tough guy

omw

[yeah, Nice is stomping from wherever he was to the first floor to find this motherfucker now...]

[ well dito will be here. he's got his arms crossed as he's leaning against the lockers, his spear also leaning against the lockers nearby. he's just kind of chilling and occasionally checking his pda.

he'll look up when he sees nice wandering the first floor though, since nobody else is around. ]

You S.Nice or whatever?

[ he pockets his pda, pushing himself off of the lockers. ]

Sure.

[Nice scratches at the bandaid on his cheek, looking at Dito completely unimpressed. he notes the spear that's next to him, considering that and how much space he'd need to keep away. he'd tried to use his Minimum fairly quickly when he first got here, noting that that had been left behind with his headphones.

that just annoys him a little bit more, even though he figures he could still take the shrimp anyway. he'll just have to be smarter about it, is all.

a lot of effort for someone who didn't deserve any, he thinks.]

I guess you're the asshole who was bragging that you were murdering people left and right.

[he ain't droppin the name he'd seen on the network.]

Maybe.

[ he tosses his spear at this point, twirling it slightly before he smashes it right against the floor.

it cracks the tiles slightly, and dito leans against his spear, grinning at nice. ]

You wanted to fight, right? I kind of want another tally.

[ insinuating he wants to kill nice......... ]

[Nice is still carefully watching that spear, still not looking too bothered by all of this. he's. been through some shit, so he highly doubts Dito is going to be any worse than that.]

Tally? [whatever.] Whatever, come at me.

[it feels kind of wrong to not have his headphones at the very least, but he's just going to have to make do with what he's got.]

If you really wanna hurt me so bad.

Why would I make the first move?

[ dito scoffs, still leaning on his spear as he smirks at nice in a bit of condescending way. ]

I really don't give a shit about hurting you. Weren't you the one like, super mad or whatever?

[ is he trying to provoke the other or is he just like this, the question of the century... ]

You come at me. I'll kill you free of charge.

Oh yeah, I'm pissed. I hate murderers. But I also know better than to get within arms' reach of that [he points at the spear] until I know whether you can use it or not.

[if he had his Minimum, it'd be all over. and YET]

But I know you're not going to be able to kill me if you just keep standing there, and you sound pretty excited to do that. So it ends up being who's gonna hold out the longest, yeah?

Okay?

[ dito turns his head to spit on the floor, almost as if he's bored with this. ]

You asked me where I was and everything, and now you're afraid of my spear? Real cute.

[ he scoffs a laugh, sliding one of his hands further up his spear as he leans his weight back and forth on it a little, digging its point more into the tiles he's already broken with it. ]

I soooo don't know how to use it. Don't worry.

I'm not afraid. I'm just not stupid.

[he yawns, almost like he's getting bored too. he finds a stray piece of trash and picks it up, throwing it at Dito.]

You're probably pretty fast, 'cuz you're small, but you make up for it with a long reach. I'm faster [he thinks, even without his Minimum], but I don't have a weapon. I'm just figuring out how to disarm you.

[at least he's being transparent...?????]

I might've been excited to fight you, but you were also excited to kill me. Someone really wanting to kill someone else would've done it already, right?

[ dito lifts one of his elbows, deflecting the trash as it falls nearby his feet. that's annoying behavior, though. ]

Well if you're so fast, then come at me, bitch.

[ he says, pulling his spear out of the tiles and twirling it into an offensive position with his two arms before he smirks, narrowing his eyes. ]

Since you're so confident.

[ he's getting a lot more interested in killing this dude again. ]

I've never lost.

[wellllll that's not exactly true, but.]

I've seen scarier than you.

[he moves forward, closing the gap between them, going in for a punch--

--but it's a trick, because he's going to duck and try to kick at the other's legs quickly to try to throw him off balance.]

[ dito isn't particularly patient himself, but he grins a bit when nice starts coming at him finally. he figures that nice is going in for a punch (no weapon, is this guy an idiot?), and he shifts a leg back in preparation to straight up try to stab the other beneath his ribcage.

-- or at least, he would've, if he hadn't been thrown off my nice ducking and going for his short legs.

it's effective at throwing dito off balance, and he falls foward, almost landing straight on his face if he didn't immediately thrust his spear against the floor to try and keep some semblance of balance.

so now he's gripping his spear with both hands while on his knees on the floor, grunting quietly at the impact before he tries to push himself up again, using the spear as leverage. ]

... Oh, I'm really gonna enjoy eviscerating you.

[ he's annoyed. ]

[Nice watches him fall, already calculating his next move. while the other is trying to push himself up, he leaps over him in an attempt to throw him off on where he is. He lands on one foot on his toes, trying to make as little sound as possible as he quickly pivots and tries to give him a swift kick to the side or the stomach with his other leg. he's pretty much trying to bank on the fact that Dito's not paying as much attention to him because he's trying to push himself back up.

only when it's completely obvious via kick where he is is he going to answer:]

That'd be pretty uncomfortable.

[well, yeah.]

[ dito grunts again when nice's leg kicks into his side before he can turn around and figure out where the other is. he goes along with the kick honestly, rolling in the opposite direction but keeping his spear in the ground and his hands firmly grasping it so he can still get up when he turns around to see where the other is while simultaneously trying to move a bit away from nice.

fucking. long-legged guys.

he huffs, moving to his feet again. ]

... Ow.

[ he says it somewhat sarcastically, because it was a good kick, but... his body isn't normal at least.

he cracks his neck as he stands fully again, scratching at the back of his head with a free hand that isn't grabbing his spear that's still stabbing the ground right now. ]

Have you ever thought about it? That kick you landed, but on someone's bare, exposed throat... What kind of sound would they make, you think...?

[ he's normal. ]

[he's watching Dito warily, pretty pleased with himself that his first two moves were successful. but it doesn't show on his expression -- he's always keeping his mind on the spear, because it seems like it's the most threat right now.

...

long sigh.]

You're really freakin' creepy.

[he's so unamused at Dito rn.]

I don't really care, actually. Does that sort of thing get you off or something?

[ dito twirls his spear around at this point now that he has his footing again, standing upright as he balances his spear a little better in his hand. it's too long to be a sword, but it can at as one, given how thin it is and the fact that it sheathes well.

it's so easy to stab someone right through, and his eyes are lighting up practically at the prospect of getting to gut nice if he kills him. ]

If you don't care, then I don't have to answer, haha...

[ yes, he's creepy. ]

You can just find out when I do it to you.

[long...sigh.......

this is so stupid.]

You're talking a lot for someone who's taking his time. For all the talk about killing, I'm the only one who's landed a hit so far.

[a head tilt. he almost looks bored.]

Maybe your bark is worse than your bite?

Damn, you're right.

[ he tilts his head in turn, kind of curious. ]

If you win, do you want one of my body parts or something?

[ he takes a step forward now though, gripping his spear a little more firmly even if he's trying to seem casual here. ]

Not sure what you get out of this. I mean, I get off, but...

[ yes he just admitted to that. ]

I don't want something gross like that.

[he's watching the other, expression still blank, even if his eyebrow raises slightly at the way he just. agreed to that.

anyway.]

I don't like murderers. So I punch them until they either figure out they're wrong or until I feel better. It's pretty simple, if you ask me.

[overly simple...]

And I'm kind of pissed off before you even came along with your gross little talk, so there's that too.

[ ............................... ok.

dito doesn't get this guy at all, but his own brows rise before he scoffs a laugh.

in case you haven't noticed, i'm weird. i'm a weirdo. i don't fit in. and i don't want to fit in. have you ever seen me without this stupid necrophilia content on? that's weird. ]

Aww, you don't like murderers?

[ this has instantly become so much more amusing to him from that fact alone. ]

You're gonna have one hell of a time here, then.

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