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WHO: john & you!
WHERE: various: tisse, apprassage, chata
WHEN: 06.07
WHAT: odd jobs and screw-ups. hella SoL.
WARNINGS: swearing?! tbd
a. anywhere outside →
b. union grocery →
c. around the university →
d. obligatory bar prompt →
e. wildcard →
( ooc: if you'd like something else, pm me! i'm happy to write a starter.)
WHERE: various: tisse, apprassage, chata
WHEN: 06.07
WHAT: odd jobs and screw-ups. hella SoL.
WARNINGS: swearing?! tbd
a. anywhere outside →
[ evidently, john's bitten off a bit more than he can chew by attempting to walk several dogs at once. and while he generally has a good grip on this, all going well and under control, a few of the dogs can be pretty rambunctious should a stranger stroll too close (not that this is a difficult feat, as they tend to take up the sidewalk) to the pack. in that one or two whine happily, strain hard against their harnesses for attention, try to jump up— etc. ]
Hey, Ruthie! [ err, no, crap. that's definitely wrong. ] —whatever your name is— Get down—
b. union grocery →
[ welcome to union grocery! serving all your fresh produce needs since way before john started working here. as it's the late afternoon, the establishment is on the emptier side during these hours. no need to fret: surely, there's a ready and able worker available to help with all your grocery needs(?).
or you might be ready to check-out with your various organic knickknacks. in an unexpected turn of events, it just so happens that the cashier is fast asleep at the register. he's got his boots kicked up on the counter, his cap pulled over his eyes while his hands rest behind his head. wanna thieve some dancing apples, some irresistibly greyscale broccoli? draw him a fine mustache? scare the shit outta him? well, now's your chance. ]
c. around the university →
[ rocinante's dead.
that name belonging to john's shitty, au!pickup truck that comes complete with a camper modification. it stalled, started, stalled and then stopped doing anything whatsoever in the middle of a parking lot, likely blocking a few spaces and generally being an eyesore. john's been scrambling about it for the last few minutes, trying anything he can think of: the diagnosis is likely that it's damn old.
there's a final, a hard slam of a door and then a stricken wail of rocinante!!!, akin to a father losing his only son. sorry, for the next few moments, he'll be preoccupied with mourning. ]
d. obligatory bar prompt →
[ it's been a rough time lately; thus, john's pretty much convinced that he's earned himself a drink. or a few. whatever. by the time he approaches someone, he's a few coins short and definitely heavily buzzed. ]
Hey! Wanna play a game? [ a wide, confident smile. ] I win, you buy me a drink.
[ geez. what an offer, right. ]
e. wildcard →
( ooc: if you'd like something else, pm me! i'm happy to write a starter.)
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[ So he calls him that. Koutarou is pretty much the only one who can get away with that though. No affectionate nicknames are anything but sincerely affectionate, coming from him. ]
He is. [ He smiles fondly. ] We were roommates while we were students. And we do, yes.
They are never boring to be around.
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john claps the bar's counter. ]
Anyway! I'll have— [ hmhmhmmhmmm. he points to something up on the menu, raising his voice so the bartender may hear. ] ... Tequila Mockingbird.
[ glancing at koutarou :T that's a-okay witchu, right ]
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[ At this point he has probably tried every single drink they have in this place. It’s fine with him. ]
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[ retrospec's mysterious like that. he doesn't get it. when the bartender serves him his drink, he happily sips from it. ]
Thanks a lot, by the way! [ he turns back to address koutarou: did he think for a second he could safely return to sketching? nah, john's apparently not done with him yet. and he's positively glowing. ] Did you wanna play another game?? You don't gotta buy me a drink, this time.
[ considering he's barely started this one, and all ]
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[ Maybe he thought so for a second, but apparently he was wrong. ]
I suppose.
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[ and an addendum to his last statement, musingly: ] —Unless you really wanna buy me another one, I guess.
[ he wouldn't... refuse it... anyway: ]
But! We could do that game again, 'til I actually lose. [ there's a chuckle; he's confident, apparently. please knock this down. ] Or! I could go this time. Or somethin' else. Don't care too much either way.
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[ He knows some people have some odd sense of pride and would refuse it. ]
Mmm, I don’t mind that.
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[ thankfully for koutarou, he realizes that his professor isn't advocating for the third option, here. :T and considering that easygoing response, john attempts to think of three facts. ]
Okay, okay. [ he takes a preparatory swallow of his his drink. ] Uh— I got three younger siblings. [ it's an inspired fact, thank you. ] I've gotten into a fenderbender and didn't leave my number. Or! My best class is environmental science.
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[ Considering Koutarou has a girlfriend, nope, he's not going for the third one. ]
Um... Can I ask one thing, first of all?
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... Sure, I'll allow it. What's up?
[ is the one question 'how much longer do i have to deal with you,' because.
if so... ]
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What is a fenderbender?
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[ look who didn't even recognize as not being well-known, oops. ]
Sorry, like... A minor accident, between vehicles.
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[ Alright, so he's supposed to figure out which one is a lie, yes? ]
So, the... third?
[ He doesn't know, honestly. He's just guessing... ]
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[ nonethewiser, john's actually pretty impressed. ]
That's right! [ he laughs. ] What happened to you not bein' good at games, huh?
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There is something called beginner’s luck, I heard.
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[ john waves his hand dismissively. beginner's luck?! a fluke? —okay, it's much more likely than he thinks. ]
Don't sell yourself so short. 'Sides, even if it was, it don't gotta stop there.
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