20th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[anyone walking by the parlor will discover a rare sight. Hayato is resting relatively quietly. He's sitting on the couch his bad leg kicked up on the table, and he's watching T.V. more specifically, Star Wars. He's got a notebook on his lap, filled with his schematics and formulas, and off to the side he's got some of his tools and some unfinished mechanisms for his explosives. He's essentially turned the area into his little fort.

He looks up to the movie over the rim of his glasses from time to time, maybe grabbing a handful of popcorn, but over all he's focused on his work.]

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And that earns a SPECIAL kind of glare from the teen]

Who friggin' asked you? Piss off!

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[he smirks] I would, but there's a good movie on for a change.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Go watch it on your own time! I don't need a fuckhead like you loomin' over me!

[Hayato pulls his bad leg off the table. Didn't want to make it look like he couldn't attempt to shove the guy off if he needed to]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[he raises eyebrow.]

This is my own time - we're being not toyed with or attacked.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Alright this guy was pissing him off not that it's a hard thing to do. To try and quell his RAGING nerves... and hopefully drive the stranger away, he takes out his pack of cigarettes and lights one up. Luckily the nicotine seems to calm him enough to not attempt to try punching anyone in the face...]

Tch, I never asked for any damn company.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[okay, that's not cool. Resisting the urge to a) cough, and b) punch the little brat in the face (his temper's short since he hasn't fed in a while), he just stops breathing. uncomfortable, but not fatal.]

Good, because I'm not giving you company. [There's a pause. Whilst he was pretending that the kids never, ever happened, he can't resist the small dig of] not that you minded before.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato tenses up and his cheeks flush from the embarrassment, and he goes silent for a minute. He had almost forgotten about that. For him it felt like AGES ago. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! His retarded younger self had told this fuckhead a bunch of stupid shit! FUUUCK! What if he started asking questions?! After another moment of glaring a hole in the wall Hayato speaks again]

I was just a stupid little kid, fuck off.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

Screw you, I didn't say a damned thing. [And he most certainly wasn't going to ask if you still played. not now, at least.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

You didn't need to.

[Gokudera casts a glare at the man, then goes back to tinkering with the little bomb mechanism in his hands.]

The hell do you want with me anyway?! Don't you have better thing to do?!

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

I thought we covered this: I was here to watch the movie. you just happened to be here too. If that bothers you... get the hell out.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato growls, while he HATED giving up his ground, this asshole wasn't just going to fuck off and leave him alone. Huffily the teen gathers up his notes, and bomb materials, and tools, and shoves them into a bag. He grabs his crutch and brings it in front of him, bracing himself to the pain that would inevitably come with standing. He takes a deep breath and with a grunt, he pulls himself up, wincing at the predicted pain. It was better then it had been though. At least he had gotten some good rest in while he was down here.

Before he starts to limp off, he makes sure to grab his bowl of popcorn. Not only is it a total douche move, but it gives him a good projectile if this guy pisses him off while he's leaving...]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Popcorn doesn't bother him, really. Not anymore, at least.

He watches him limping, and lets him get all of abut three steps from the door, before removing the items from his arms, hoisting him over his shoulder like he weighed almost nothing, and putting him back on the couch.

He dumped the stuff back on the table.]

You should be resting that leg. [just because he was being helpful, doesn't mean he can't be a pain in the ass about it.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well Dean you better not have thought he was going to be picked up, and just go quietly. He immediately starts shouting and cussing in every language he knows, while kicking and slamming his elbow into the back of Dean's head to try to get him to put him down. Despite being only 119 pounds he's putting up a pretty good fight... for a human.

He does at least shut up once he's dumped back on the couch, but oh the glare Dean's getting for that. Hayato hated being touched on the BEST of days... never-mind being tossed over someone's shoulder like a bag of potatoes. This was was a kick in the pride if anything]

THAT'S WHAT I WAS FUCKING TRYIN' TO DO BEFORE YOU CAME ALONG FUCKHEAD!

[He grabs his stuff off the table and prepares to try and leave again]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

And I didn't do a damned thing, and you tried to leave.

[Wow. such a nice kid grew up with such a foul mouth. Didn't see that coming.

Moving fast, he was now stood in the door that would have been the exit, lounging against the frame casually.]

How did you hurt it?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

You're pissin' me off!

[Hayato grunts and pushes himself up, hobbling back to the door with his crutch. He ends up right in front of Dean, like he's going to try and pick a fight.]

How I got hurt is none of your fucking business. Now MOVE!

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

Try it again without the crutch. It might be a little more effective.

[It was Dean being his usual pain in the ass self, but it was also banter. meaningless to him. It was helping distract him from all his current troubles, he found.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Go to hell, I ain't tellin' you shit that ain't your business.

[Probably wouldn't 'tell you shit' that IS your business either, but whatever]

What they hell you got against me, jackass? Let me through.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

I haven't got anything against you. Actually, I kinda like you. Cute kid. [He smirked, still not moving.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Gokudera's nostrils flare with rage. He HATED having to think about the way he was when he was little. Living happily in ignorance of what his father had done. And this fucker thought it was "cute".

Gokudera tightened his hand into a fist, and with all his strength moved to slam the guy in the face. He's had enough of this fucker.... though small problem, punching someone on a crutch...

Hayato lost balance and toppled over after he threw the punch]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[That hurt a little, but pain was something that he pretty much ignored unless it was almost literally killing him. He was torn between three things: Being pissed for being punched, even if he had it coming, concerned because the kid was now on the floor, and laughing his ass off. He settled for somewhere between the last two.

He put the guy back on the sofa, not giving him the crutch back, and laughing the whole time.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And another cussing fit later, he's on the couch again... with no way to try and leave. He was trapped here with this asshole.

The teen crosses his arm and shifts so that he's on his side, SILENTLY GLARING DAGGERS at the T.V., not even watching it at this point.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[As soon as the kid can't see, he moves quickly and silently from the door frame to the kitchen, and gets some food, returning unnaturally quickly and again, silently, putting the plate down in front of Hayato before going back to where he was stood.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well if there was anything living with his sister had taught him, it was "don't eat food you didn't make". Hayato just GLARES at the food, not moving from his position AT ALL, and still puffing angrily on his cigarette.]

I'm not eatin' that shit. I can make my own god damn food.

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[he waved the crutch, with an amused eyebrow raise.] I suppose you'll just hop to the kitchen.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And he doesn't even look up at Dean when he talks. He just lays there and SULKS]

I'll friggin' crawl if I have to. Only a retard would eat somethin' some jack-ass fuckhead makes for 'em.