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Who: maruko "marco" reiji (

drinkscola) and you!!!
When: 08.02
Where: various places
What: marco being uncool... also guns, soda, and a football
Rating/Warning: mild language, but otherwise nothing for now!

a.

[ welcome to the gun show

or a gun range, more specifically. here's a guy dressed in a pinstripe suit (actually a school uniform, thank you), lifting a sig sauer p226 towards a target. he's done his homework such that his stance and grip are correct, but... experience tends to trump textbook knowledge. he sweats, manages to keep his hand from trembling, and squeezes the trigger.

BANG.

and holy shit, even with protective earmuffs, that's loud as fuck and the resulting kick is even more startling. while the bullet's hit its mark, marco doesn't quite notice as he yelps and drops the weapon; it clatters to the floor wherein it sets off again.

BANG.

whoops. at least that one hit the wall and not a person. he's immediately looking around to make sure no one heard that, much less witnessed it. ]

b: shopping district.

[ well that had been rough and embarrassing— time for some caffeinated, sugary calories. after fishing out his wallet, selecting coca-cola and swiping his card, a single cola tumbles out.

except, after that's been retrieved, the sodas don't stop coming. they continue to cascade out of the machine one-by-one, rolling on the surrounding pavement in a variety of directions. ]

What the hell, I'd say—!!

[ the vending machine continues until it's empty of every can. ]

c: shopping district, part 2.

[ during his hour of waiting for a maintenance bot to show (it won't), marco's taken to building an elaborate pyramid structure. he kind of half-expects something to come along and obliterate it, so he won't be too surprised when that happens. it's been a painful waste of time.

he fixes another can to its side. ]

Geez, what is up with CERES lately...

[ he gets being forced to live in a dystopia, okay, but an inefficient one sucks. ]

d: entertainment/pleasure district.

[ as someone who usually practices alone, even back home, it might be useful to scope out talent. temporarily useful, as marco knows none of this should actually stick. once he's spied someone that looks physically capable of regularly withstanding tackles and somewhat unoccupied (by which he means, unoccupied hands), he's raising his football. ]

Here. Catch, I'd say.

[ whether you like it or not, it's beamed toward your torso. hey, be grateful or something that at least he didn't beam it at your head!! ]

e: boutique; closed to kashuu.

[ okay, in-between being broke (a relative adjective) and newcomers and gross cybuddies and avoiding the hell out of everyone due to those memory shenanigans, marco's finally traversed somewhere beautifully expensive with intent. upon entering, impressed already, he'll approach someone that looks to work there. ]

Hey, I'm Marco. [ potentially useless information, okay. moving on: ] And I'm looking for someone named Kashuu Kiyomitsu...

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Am I.

[ flatly, without inquiry. ... yes, okay, he's kind of a douche. he knows he hasn't exaggerated, though. ... when it comes to things that matter in the slightest, anyway. ]

May I ask how I've offended you? [ "kaneda-chan" would go here, if he knew his name. ]

Your breathing. Your whole slick deal. You're a shithead.

[seems like it makes enough sense. crosses his arms over his chest]

A goodie goodie, a douche, and a shithead...

[ he's kind of??? complimented??? kaneda admits he's slick. thank you for that. ]

One of these things aren't like the others, it seems.

The fact that you're still talkin' like you know jack shit sure wiggles its way into that list.

[dryly

don't feel flattered, dick]

Oh?

[ now, kaneda's got him there. marco hadn't thought he'd been pretending— much less about anything in particular. ]

What am I talking about like I know jack shit, hm? [ not without a tone as if speaking to someone a bit slow. it's a sincere question, at least. ]

Everything. Action, definitely. You can't know that...this kind, anyhow. Nothing that you don't do at some stupid country club.

"Nothing that you don't do" is a double negative, I hope you realize.

[ but hey, his grammatical choices aside, marco gets the meaning. his finger hovers over the gun's trigger. ]

But I'm glad that you think so highly of me... [ even if it's wholly mocking. there's more sincerity here. ] Really, I appreciate it. I don't think I ever got your name, by the way.

Eating dick is too, I hope you know.

[the scowl doesn't let up]

What's so highly about a piece of shit? My name's Kaneda.

[ EATING DICK ISN'T A DOUBLE NEGATIVE??? gosh he won't be dragged in ] Well, I think that most people would rather that others believe that they don't indulge in... the more illegal activities. It's better that way.

[ for roundabout reasons, whatever. ]

Right. A pleasure to meet you, Kaneda-chan.

You embarrassed about your dick eating? [that's not the point.]

Whatever, Slick.

[ ... ]

Always about the dicks with you, huh.

You remind me of one.

[ sighs!! ] ... You're really giving a guy some mixed messages, here.

Feeling nervous, Slick? Good.

"Exasperated" would be more accurate, I'd say.

[ his mouth presses into a thin line, briefly, before his expression relaxes into something more neutral. ]

You have a lot of enemies here?

Deal with it.

[win..???????]

Not really, no. I'm hella charming, I don't need enemies here. There are just douchebags like you.

... Believe me, if I wasn't already, you'd know.

[ taps the barrel of the gun with his forefinger as a little reminder.

marco raises his eyebrows at the second statement, tiling his head a fraction. there's an air of reluctant skepticism to it. ] "Charming"— really. Then name five friends, if you'd be so kind.

The fact that I know anything about you sucks.

[just saying]

Why should I haveta validate this to you? I don't answer to anyone.

Kaa~ So touchy, so touchy.

[ a shrug of the shoulders; if his demeanor is anything to go by, he's unbothered by kaneda's point. it is a point. ]

Beginning to think you're all bark and no bite, is all. Validation or not, actual evidence helps from time to time.

I'm not gonna hang out with you. That's what you want, don't you. I will not be tricked into hanging out with you, loser.

... I have slightly more worthwhile people to hang out with, I'd say.

[ there is a tone that's intended to imply that kaneda isn't included in the "useful" category. ]

Seriously. I just wanted names. [ which he doesn't seem to be getting, one way or another. thus, without any real sincerity to it: ] I hope you'll be able to better make friends in the future, though.

Preeeetty sure you're desperate as hell-- [a snarl:] Don't pity me, you pussyfooted shit! I don't need to front to make friends, not like you. I'm cool enough as is.

Oh, no, no— Don't worry, I wouldn't do something as frightfully unthinkable such as that.

[ a note he's made: kaneda's ego must be massive yet fragile, if the mere thought of someone looking down on him causes him ire. he waves his gun, as if to clear the air. ]

Won't happen again. [ except it likely will, because marco sure does think himself more Important than others!! ]

[hes gonna get that thing up his ass]

I'm gonna shove that up your nose.

[ going to keep it out of reach then omg!! ]

—Pass, thanks.

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