As Hyoubu ditched him to shower - which was needed because, well, Kaz had tried to be tactful about it, but to his sensitive nose, well... - Kazuya decided that this meant he had complete run of the apartment. He got up from the table, slices of the mysterious alien fruit/veggie in hand. He nibbled on a slice experimentally. Huh. Cinnamon.
The first thing Kazuya gravitated towards was, of course, the wide-screen television Hyoubu possessed. He flopped down on the sofa, propped his feet up on the coffee table, and proceeded to channel surf with the volume loud enough to drown out Hyoubu's shower singing. Yup. This was fine]
[ He emerges, eventually, in his school uniform (of course), smelling fresh as a daily with his spiky hair slightly damp. He drifts over to where Kaz is sitting on the sofa. ]
[Kazuya endured the hair ruffle in a fashion similar to how one would endure the embarrassing affections of an elderly family member - with a small, tolerant sigh]
Oi, oi...stop messing up my hair.
[He half-heartedly swatted Hyoubu's hand from his head, readjusting his headphones that had been knocked slightly askew before slowly lifting his feet off the coffee table and standing up, finally looking at the esper. There was a slight pause where he frowned at him, studying his appearance, especially his wet hair]
...hmmm, you smell better now. [He smiled almost teasingly, before it eased into something warmer] So, you ready to go food shopping?
[ He draws himself up very straight, a posture of affronted dignity, and inhales slowly as if were possible to literally breathe in maturity and patience. ]
Better than you, demon breath.
[ not so possible, apparently. ]
And yes. I'm ready. You're paying, by the way.
[ He drifts into Kaz's personal space and hooks an arm about him. ]
[Kazuya pulled a face at the "demon breath" comment, but said nothing on it because what Hyoubu said next...]
I'm paying? But... ugh...
[That wasn't fair! He made Hyoubu a free meal and was taking action on his concerning transformation into a smelly NEET. Ah, he guessed one had to make sacrifices for their friends, and, uh, well, brand wasn't everything, right? Cheap ingredients were just as good under the right hand, so he supposed he could... sigh...]
If I'm paying, we'll skip the shortcut. I hate teleporting, especially if someone else is doing it.
[Not that he distrusted Hyoubu's ability - in fact, he was well aware that the esper was far more skilled than he could ever hope to be in the next decade - but Kazuya was still leery of teleporting itself. After so many disasterous attempts that ended up with dismembered limbs and misplaced organs (leaving your liver behind was a unique and horribly unpleasant experience, don't do it), Kazuya developed both apathy towards his own bodily mutilation, and a deep distrust of anything that required him to teleport to any location, even if the teleporter was a super skilled genuis]
Besides, I think you need the exercise. Do you even remember how to use your legs? I mean, you float around everywhere like some kinda evil, decrepit wizard so...
You'll never get good at it if you don't practice...
[ ...is what he was going to say, before Kazuya's last comment. Instead, that friendly arm-hook turns into an attempted headlock and noogie, as he shouts: ]
Gah! Hey- no! Old wizards aren't allowed to melee! Get off! Smelly old NEET! Grandpa! METHUSELAH!
[The abuse wasn't going to stop until he was free! So Kazuya whined and squirmed in Hyoubu's grip, but was notably holding back physically. He was more in-tune with his demonic strength recently, which meant an uncomfortable awareness that if he was too careless a friendly swat could turn into a blow that'd break human bone. But of course, that didn't mean he'd willingly remain at Hyoubu's tender mercies! So, since kicking him or clawing at him was something Kazuya wasn't eager to do, he went with the next best, non-lethal method of escape: biting.]
...!
[Yup, that was the sound of Kaz chomping down on Hyoubu's bicep. Let's hope his school uniform softened the blow from Kaz's sharp canines...]
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Date: 2016-01-17 09:10 pm (UTC)As Hyoubu ditched him to shower - which was needed because, well, Kaz had tried to be tactful about it, but to his sensitive nose, well... - Kazuya decided that this meant he had complete run of the apartment. He got up from the table, slices of the mysterious alien fruit/veggie in hand. He nibbled on a slice experimentally. Huh. Cinnamon.
The first thing Kazuya gravitated towards was, of course, the wide-screen television Hyoubu possessed. He flopped down on the sofa, propped his feet up on the coffee table, and proceeded to channel surf with the volume loud enough to drown out Hyoubu's shower singing. Yup. This was fine]
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Date: 2016-01-20 04:17 pm (UTC)Making yourself at home, I see.
[ He punctuates that with a head ruffle. ]
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Date: 2016-01-20 06:39 pm (UTC)Oi, oi...stop messing up my hair.
[He half-heartedly swatted Hyoubu's hand from his head, readjusting his headphones that had been knocked slightly askew before slowly lifting his feet off the coffee table and standing up, finally looking at the esper. There was a slight pause where he frowned at him, studying his appearance, especially his wet hair]
...hmmm, you smell better now. [He smiled almost teasingly, before it eased into something warmer] So, you ready to go food shopping?
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Date: 2016-01-27 07:42 am (UTC)Better than you, demon breath.
[ not so possible, apparently. ]
And yes. I'm ready. You're paying, by the way.
[ He drifts into Kaz's personal space and hooks an arm about him. ]
Want to walk or take the shortcut?
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Date: 2016-01-28 05:28 pm (UTC)I'm paying? But... ugh...
[That wasn't fair! He made Hyoubu a free meal and was taking action on his concerning transformation into a smelly NEET. Ah, he guessed one had to make sacrifices for their friends, and, uh, well, brand wasn't everything, right? Cheap ingredients were just as good under the right hand, so he supposed he could... sigh...]
If I'm paying, we'll skip the shortcut. I hate teleporting, especially if someone else is doing it.
[Not that he distrusted Hyoubu's ability - in fact, he was well aware that the esper was far more skilled than he could ever hope to be in the next decade - but Kazuya was still leery of teleporting itself. After so many disasterous attempts that ended up with dismembered limbs and misplaced organs (leaving your liver behind was a unique and horribly unpleasant experience, don't do it), Kazuya developed both apathy towards his own bodily mutilation, and a deep distrust of anything that required him to teleport to any location, even if the teleporter was a super skilled genuis]
Besides, I think you need the exercise. Do you even remember how to use your legs? I mean, you float around everywhere like some kinda evil, decrepit wizard so...
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Date: 2016-01-28 07:31 pm (UTC)[ ...is what he was going to say, before Kazuya's last comment. Instead, that friendly arm-hook turns into an attempted headlock and noogie, as he shouts: ]
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DECREPIT OLD WIZARD?
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Date: 2016-01-28 08:04 pm (UTC)[The abuse wasn't going to stop until he was free! So Kazuya whined and squirmed in Hyoubu's grip, but was notably holding back physically. He was more in-tune with his demonic strength recently, which meant an uncomfortable awareness that if he was too careless a friendly swat could turn into a blow that'd break human bone. But of course, that didn't mean he'd willingly remain at Hyoubu's tender mercies! So, since kicking him or clawing at him was something Kazuya wasn't eager to do, he went with the next best, non-lethal method of escape: biting.]
...!
[Yup, that was the sound of Kaz chomping down on Hyoubu's bicep. Let's hope his school uniform softened the blow from Kaz's sharp canines...]