TEST DRIVE FRICK YEAH

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TEST DRIVE MEME


WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

taken from ineuphony

Comments

[warmest]

[ and the silence is comfortable as Mikoto eats and Izumo goes about his work around the bar. just like always, as if nothing has happened and they weren't at an entirely wrong place and--

Mikoto and Tatara weren't dead. wow.

okay no, lets not get into that. all the looks in his direction, Mikoto promptly ignored. (some of them he might have not noticed in the first place, too focused on food.)

another grunt in response, this time to acknowledge and confirm. ]

Hn, yeah...

[ pushes the plate on the counter towards Izumo with a quiet, begrudging almost: ] ... thanks for the food... [ w h i p p e d. and he grabs the glass to take a full sip of the juice. thirsty too, on top of having been hungry. ]

[blackmails]

[Everything is normal in HH land and the boyfriends aren't dead and mom is doing his usual business. It's actually nice and shit isn't hitting the fan every day.

He knows Mikoto is done eating, but asking went with manners. He takes it, putting it behind the counter so he can wash it a bit later.]

You're welcome.[Then he gets thinking, how did these two go on without him? The holy trinity of Homra needs to balance each other out. Yet then he gets thinking, well, for a while one of them were-

Ah, he shouldn't think like that. He's here and can deal with that when he's back at home.] Ya going back home after this?

[warmest]

[ normal and peaceful. sometimes too peaceful, in ways that makes Mikoto stir-crazy occasionally when he struggles with the Red King's powers and his mind becomes a mess. but even that... he found ways of dealing with it. plenty of powerful people to fight for him.

he looks at Izumo from his glass, takes his sweet time answering as he always does-- his sip first, swallowing and such. ]

... no.

[ the additional furniture to the bar is going to remain right where he is. leaning on it and not doing much of anything. all this effort getting here isn't just for the food. or maybe he's just too lazy to already go back. ]

[blackmails]

[He has a feeling Mikoto would say no. It's predictable, but the people who come to his bar aren't the same as the ones back home (minus the obvious gangster fire family).]

Ya might want to head in back once the place gets open and rowdy. [And not full of famiry.] Anna know you here? Yata-chan's probably going to be here soon, too.

[warmest]

[ ... why are you trying to get rid of him so quickly, Izumo!! Mikoto's upper lip curls upwards slightly at that, showing displeasure at the idea of having to go back any time soon. ]

... probably. [ she knows well enough his schedules. work related and... pastime related. and the bar is his pastime. ] Give me a drink before you kick me out.

[ because that's what it is for Mikoto-- except he doesn't mind, there's no real heat in his tone. just blandly stating a fact: give him a drink before he has to leave. and he will, even if it isn't exactly an idea that makes him particularly happy. ]

[blackmails]

I won't kick ya out unless you put a hole in somethin' or you piss a customer off. [Which is... it's possible, but he's bar-trained!!]

Stay and enjoy the company, too, that wouldn't be a bad thing. [But hey he'll go with that one request.] Got it, one last drink before the king enters his chambers.

[warmest]

[ bar-trained so well. he knows better than to ... do anything intentionally. or unintentionally, you know, because he knows how Izumo gets about his bar. knows all too well. ]

Hnnn... yeah, whatever.

[ dismissive out the wazoo, but without any heat. without any real malice in this. it's more than clear that he simply doesn't want to bother with more words. ]

Just get me that drink.

[blackmails]

We all can't sit around all day, and since I got this place back, I'd like to have a good reputation for at least a few weeks.

Yeah, yeah. [And he takes out a nice glass just for him.] Did you want the usual or has this place changed your tastes? [And being dead. That too.]