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[Action] Puff Pass 2: The Gingering

[It's not too difficult to pinpoint Badou's exact location, or at least as far as any brave s.o.b knows, the annoying ass and terribly off key singer belting out a possibly familiar yet awe inspiring tune from the bathroom to the accompaniment of running water and appropriate 'do do' sounds where a piano's keys should be.

So scrub a dub dub one ginger in the shower, hidden thankfully by the curtain and the fog of steam engulfing the room, seems normal, right, same ol same ol?
Except for the way the curtain of fog is slowly starting to dissolve into the perfect form of a path, heading straight for Badou's unsuspecting and obnoxious form. All is well within the confines of the shower, Badou's even swaying a little with his own terrible music making, occasionally adjusting the bright and gaudy purple shower cap wrapped around his hair and generally being a pain in the ass.
There's a strange scent in the air...a familiar waft of cigarette smoke, the shitty cheap brand.

Then shit gets real.
A freezing draft ruffles the curtains aside just enough for Badou to feel it and he has just enough time to turn around before something looms and casts a shadow across the curtain, ever so slowly the curtain parts and Badou's body is ready

with a shriek that pierces the heavens

Unsurprisingly, our hero slips and falls out of the shower with the grace of a swan.
Hovering before him, casual as can be, stands a tall, handsome and clearly dead redhead with a remarkable resemblance to our currently screaming and flailing ginger, who has by now definitely dropped the soap.]

AAAAAHAHAHHAHAAH YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOUR DAMN FAAAAAACE! I bet you pissed! You did, didn't you? No need to be shy in front of me, Bad Boy, I know alllll about your terrible timed wang.

[The man lets out a few snickers and considers the younger redhead with a stern look, unfazed by the glare Badou shoots him as he tries, and fails, to tug the curtain around himself and howls something about perfectly timed pee, a tenth of a second, and a certain someone wetting the bed at his old age] You can't ignore me forever, Badou. We need to talk. About this. That shower cap looks retarded an frankly the whole girl hair down to your ass thang needs some work, butt pirate.

[Badou growls, snags a towel for that pale as an igloo ass, heaves himself up and over to sink where his clothes lay waiting, and snaps] FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU ASSHOLE, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GAVE ME THAT SHITTY HAIR CUT BACK THEN! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO RECOVER FROM THAT? I WAS A DAMN POSTER CHILD FOR ASSFLAPS ANON YOU DONGLEGOBLIN!

[With that he pivots like a true queen and heads out the door without a second thought towards y'know the tiny towel around him or the ghost rolling his eyes]

What a pain in the ass. S'not like I wanted to haunt you, y'know. Shit head should be grovelin' for this chance...my little boy's all grown up now....damn.

[He sighs again, almost sadly, and quietly follows after Badou, leaving puffs of smoke, or perhaps his own essence, or both upon his exit.

By all means bother the sulking redhead stalking down the hall in a bath towel, and be ready for possible chime ins via his ghost-y pain in the ass and I'm so sorry in advance]

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[Guess who's around to do said bothering? Nice doesn't have a ghostly visitor this week, but she's aware other Manorites do. Offering a small wave at Badou as they go to pass each other]

Hey - y'alright?

[Badou is on the warpath, though aside from his scowl and stomping he sort of looks like a drowned chihuahua, and then he hears a vaguely familiar voice
he does a bit of the electric slide sans the whole rhythm thing, stops, stares doubtfully]

Well you don't look a thing like jesus....[he grumps and slicks some hair back] 'm just dandy, I love havin' a thirty year old-

[The ghost at his back cuts in before he can shit talk any more, scoffing]

-stalkin' piece of dick naggin' me about everythin' except gettin' off his lawn. [Can you tell how pleased Badou is?]

[Nice just watches the whole show, her expression slowly unfolding from a smirk to a smile to an actual snort when she can't hold it in any longer. Waving a hand to excuse herself, she gets the giggles out of her system, before looking back at the duo]

I'm sorry - but you guy's are hilarious. You brothers or somethin'?

[The two ginger assholes keep bickering; well more like shrieking from Badou and cool trolling from the other, until Nice's laughter catches their attention and they stop (the older ginger naturally has to have the last word about getting caught with teddy bear print panties once) and peer at her. Badou's scowl intensifies.] Hardy har har yeah s'sooooo fuckin' hilarious, here I am at the breath of death, an trust me it smells like ass, an you're right as rain with my misery....tch.

[Once his bitching calms for the moment, her words register and his face falls. He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again and his lips crease into a thin, tense line.] Pssshaw, this assmunch, my brother? No way, we look nothin' alike, lookit that badin' fuck.

[Said balding fuck scoffs and weaves ever closer to his darling little brother, ignoring the uncomfortable change in mood]
[He addresses the present issue, and Nice, all crass charm and leering eyes]

[Your anger only amuses her more. What do?]

Didn't mean ta ruffle yer feathers there princess, but in my defence, y'are standin' in th'middle of th'hallway in nothin' but yer towel. Step inta my shoes; it's pretty funny

[Of course, she means this playfully - pet names and all]

Thought so

[Regarding the brothers issue - though when Dave addresses her personally, Nice quirks her eyebrow]

Nice Holystone; nice ta meetcha

[His tone is ever so snooty and laced with asshole intent] Yeah well most people act a lil more grateful for free peepshows an all, maybe I should start chargin' for that instea- [foidhdfda SCREAM] I AIN'T A PRINCESS, DO YOU SEE RUFFLE-Y KNICKERS OR A BANDWAGON OF FOREST FRIENDS? NO? GEDDDOOOUUUUT! [add in some foot stomping and towel damn near flailing here]

[And Dave has locked on and won't let it go, not even an inch, so he floats over to Nice's side and pantomimes throwing an arm around her shoulder]

[Cue the growling and flailing 'little' brother]

[She just laughs a little more at his flailing - he's gotta be putting it on, right? No one's this derpy 24/7..right? :D ]

Well I dunno Ya could be hidin' anythin' under that towel..~

[She's used to guys like Dave, and she's equally used to being hit on by guys like Dave, so colour her feathers unruffled]

Yeah? An' how would I help durin' this 'alone time'? Surely that kinda defeats the point'a callin' it 'alone'

[Since her name is pronounced 'Neese', that don't make a lotta sense there, bro ;Dd ]

Better lookin~? Hmm..[Her hand goes to her chin as she pretends to eye the both of them up]

Aaah, I don't know if I can comment - it'd be like choosin' between bombs'n fireworks

[I'm afraid you've found a bit of an exception, Badou is pretty damn derpy way past the nine to five hours; He growls and huffs, throwing his clothes over his shoulder and crossing his arms, squinting at her with suspicion]

....Damn you're good. I can't tell if you're trynna compliment my junk or what. I'll take what I can get I guess, tch.

[Dave takes this as a cum- ah come on, as in even if the going is tough and the pronunciation of names is kind of shitty, we'll carry on; he smirks and circles around]

[Badou takes the moment to groan loudly and cover his face with his hands] I am nothin' like this piece of dick- [Theres a single green eye peeking at you through the gaps in his fingers] So 'm either pretty an oooohh ahhhh or I light peoples asses on fire? That is a tough decision. I believe in you to not give this fuckwad's ego a whirl.

[Aaah, she'll have to take note of that]

You can take it as a compliment if ya want~

[~~Cough Cough I see wut u did thar with ur spelling~~; Nice watches Dave circle her, folding her arms loosely across her chest with a smirk]

Well I dunno - y'are a ghost after all. Y'think ya could handle it without'a pulse~?

[Glancing over at Badou]

What's t'decide? They're both awesome as hell - jus' one's got a little more sparkle to it

[She gets off to both; to her, it really would be like Sophies choice]

You betcher patch, an' mine, I will! Damn straight. [Badou is just a grumping, huffy wet mess right now, don't mind him. As for his brothers' antics...] He's just a big poser, ignore him. It ain't that hard. Pretend like we're in gradeschool again an he's a big stupid fart. Basically accurate.

[The big stupid stale fart that is Dave smirks, relentless and playful as usual]

[Badou's too busy sputtering with laughter at that terrible fucking line, but once Nice addresses him again he straightens up] Try not to flood the whole manner with your boner for sparklies, I've already signed on to dyin' after a great lay. Well alright, I'll take what I can get, I guess.

[Oh good lord this guy's ego was impressive, even beyond the grave. Despite the line, her smirk broadens as one hand goes back to it's natural place on her hip. She's aware that John wouldn't be happy to hear this exchange, but it was only harmless flirting~]

Really now? Sound's pretty temptin'..~

But, I think I'd better leave you guys to it - letcha get some clothes on before ya scare the kids

[Well Nice's smirk only adds fire to the fuel of Dave's smirk and...ghostboner? Because see, he thinks he isn't the most embarrassing thing in the universe, and will somehow get laid; Badou on the other hand is groaning so loudly with the weight of the universe on his towel]

[There is just the most obnoxious snort, and a gagging sound, and Baddou addresses Nice's...address] Ah, you're right. If I was a bomb, I'd be La Bomba an that sounds dumb as shit. Maybe I'll just stick to bein' a cigarette, those're classy, right?

[That aside, he flicks some wet hair from his eye and turns on his heel] Yeah, the draft is even gettin' to my warm blooded self. Wouldn't wanna scar them brats with my fab now, would I? Later.
[And with that and a wave he starts to continue on his merry way, though Dave may or may not remain behind a little too long for comfort before following with one last leer]

[Jan, as Badou passes, is at his doorway, clapping his hands slowly. Chuckling and whistling at the half naked man.]

Daaaaaaaaaaymn, you must work out.

[The words reach his ears, and ego, quick as lightning and he stops long enough to strike an impressive yet constipated pose, noodle-y arms flexed, legs apart, towel thank fuck not slipping] Fuck yeaaaaah brochacho, I can bench 420 when I ain't smokin' it an Xena is my personal trainer, she's tough an don't let me turn them warrior knobs of hers but-

[Then he realizes it, not how dumb he looks but everything else and scowls, his own clapping joining Jan's
hands clapped over his mantits that is]

Tch, this ain't no peepshow, at least take a gal out for dinner first.

[His ghostly stalker laughs loudly and uproariously]

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[Action] Puff Pass 2: The Gingering

[In person] This entry made me crack up, fyi X33

Re: [In person] b-baawww >/< I'm glad! I mean n00dz sell right

Oh yesss

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Sorry this is late >_< I have time to tag this week, so I'm blitzing XD;

no worries bb! I'm glad you could get back to me though~ I might even bug Nice on your other post

Feel free :)

oh god now it's MY bad for being this late and not poking that other post...

It's not a problem~! ^ ^

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CHIME ALL YOU WANT, BRO

1/2? encouragement for raging, I think I like that

2/2 okay done