[Accidental Video]

[ocd_reaper]

[Kid looks pretty good in a cowboy outfit modeled after his usual suit. He's also wearing a cowboy hat under protest since it's not perfectly symmetrical, but the author insists that he wears it. (He really hates her.)]

Might as well get a look at how things have changed. [He holds out a hand.] Beelzebub.

[Shadows come pouring out to form a shape. However, rather than the usual skateboard, Beelzebub has taken the form of a horse so black it might as well be a 3D ink spot. The tack is also black with bits of silver and a skull design on each side of the halter near where a bit would be.]

...Rather appropriate, actually.

[He swings himself up into the saddle and leads the horse off to go explore.]

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Oh hey it's his bestest friend ever that crazy runt with the piano-key hair. Well, he was hungry, had gotten his ass kicked by a bull, lectured by Dean, just had his birthday and by default the anniversary of his mother's death...

If this week could possibly blow any more it would be charging on a street corner.

But now he had an outlet for his irritation... while the horse was admittedly kind of cool and he wanted to get a better look at the UMA... he had a pile of rotten and bruised apples... and a good clear shot at that brat's stupid head.

So incoming apple at your head Kid. And he made sure it was a very non-symmetrical apple.]

[ocd_reaper]

[It's pure accident that saves him from being clocked. He leans over to adjust the skull across the horse's chest, thinking it's slightly crooked, and the apple goes whizzing over his head. He looks up and then twists around in the saddle.]

Oh. You again.

[Also, Beelzebub is going to walk over to pick up that apple to munch on. Yum.]

Sorry for the flakiness, been sick. ;A;

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[...ah, that fucker. So much for the satisfaction of watching him freak out over asymetrical apple chunks on his stupid head.]

No shit.

[also making a mental note that demon horses eat apples. This could be handy information later...]

You look like an idiot.

No problem!

[ocd_reaper]

And you look like you've been dumpster diving. [Narrowed eyes. Best friends!] Or, rather, you went rolling through a compost heap to get those.

[He nods towards the apples.]

Re: No problem!

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Idiot, apples don't grow in dumpsters they grow in trees.

[and he's going to just throw another on at you... and if it misses he will get to watch the horse eat it...]

And I ain't the one lookin' like a wanna be cowboy. You look more like you'd be diggin' through a pile of horse-shit.

[fraaaaaaaaaaaaans foreeever~~]

[ocd_reaper]

[Look at all this friendship!]

[Kid ducks under the apple deliberately this time. As Beelzebub starts to turn, Kid gives a prod with his knee. The demon horse snorts but obeys though not happily.]

Not my idea. Blame the author for this getup.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Seems fitting to me. An idiot dressed up like an idiot.

[Anymore friendship and they'd be vomiting rainbows]

[He watched as the U.M.A. tried to go for the apple... and got an idea. He glanced around and found the best looking apple within reach, and picked it- just casually starting to toss it up and down in his hand. Smirking.]

Hey. Does your horse play fetch?

[ocd_reaper]

And you're dressed like you scrounged those clothes out of someone's garbage. I wonder how that reflects on you?

[Dry tone is Sahara dry.]

No, he doesn't.

[Beelzebub is watching the apple but remains perfectly still.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Tch, goes to show how much taste you got. I look damn good. I wouldn't disgrace my boss lookin' like that.

[Because tattered clothes = instant badass.]

Well let's just see about that... FETCH BOY!

[and he drops down so he can peg that apple as far as he can... smiling obnoxiously brightly.]

[ocd_reaper]

Yes, because looking like a hobo that was thrown off a train while it was moving screams "tough guy".

[Ohai, sarcasm.]

[Beelzebub's head follows the apple, but he doesn't move per Kid's instructions. His tail flicks from side-to-side.]

I told you he doesn't fetch.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

tch

[Gokudera's face soured. Not at the statement on his fashion (because this guy clearly had no taste at all), but rather he didn't get to watch the horse throw the stupid shithead off.Stupid horse, spoiling his fun. Well fuck him, he's going to climb right back up that tree and throw another rotten apple at Kid.]

Then he's a dumbass horse. Suits you.

[ocd_reaper]

[And Kid's going to deflect it with his hand, also scowling.]

He's a smart demon. He knows better than to make me angry.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Uh-huh. Or what? You'll make him asymmetrical?

[And let's try to bait him.]

Speakin' of, you got some apple-shit on your hand.

[ocd_reaper]

No, I don't.

[No, he doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn't have to look. He's just fine.]

[...]

[He gives his hand a brief once over. See? Nothing.]

[However, his right index finger is tapping against the saddle horn. He's tic-ing again.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And the second he looked at his hand, a smirk spread right across Gokudera's face.]

So what do you do about your hands? They're not symmetrical. Thumb sticks right out there. And then there are all those wrinkles in your palms.

[ocd_reaper]

As a set they're symmetrical.

[However he's still tic-ing, his left finger tapping a counter beat to his right's.]

[in person?]

[artificialflower]

[Hello again, Kid. You may not recognize him under those overalls and a straw hat, but the guy tending to the rose bush with gardening scissors is Kanda.]

[And, in fact, for once he looks perfectly not-irritated by the change, although he does shoot a bitter glance at the approaching horse.]

Watch the daisies.

[Wouldn't want those hooves stomping all over the delicate little things in the nearby flower bed, after all.]

[Action Forever!]

[ocd_reaper]

[Kid steers Beelzebub to one side. The demon horse clearly wants to nom on those flowers, but he obeys.]

I'll keep him out of reach.

[He recognizes your soul before he recognizes your face, you bully Kanda. He doesn't want to make too much trouble.]

Nice roses.

/o/

[artificialflower]

[Kanda narrows his eyes because just maybe his instinctive side is strong enough to read the demon steed's intentions. So he glares at it for a moment.]

Good.

[While the Kid looks vaguely familiar, Kanda's not in high school anymore, so he's not going to be excessively mean without a reason. Especially while his work is getting compliments. He looks quite pleased, in fact.]

Che.

[It likely translates as 'thanks' in the language of normal people.]

[He eyes Kid for a moment longer, a little thwarted by the hat. Then again, everyone is barely recognizable in this farm land thing.]

Have we met before?

[ocd_reaper]

[Beelzebub flattens his ears back and paws the earth, but otherwise doesn't move. The demon horse obeys Kid, and Kid doesn't want him anywhere near those tasty flowers.]

Once. In the library during that boarding school...thing.

[He's still not sure what to call these strange weeks.]

[artificialflower]

[Very good. And most flowers are not that tasty, anyway.]

Ah.

[Kanda looks all sorts of unimpressed; it's impossible to tell whether he actually recalls that incident or not. Then he shrugs and digs back into the bush.]

Nice hat.

[ocd_reaper]

Thanks. I hate it, but I can't stop putting it on. I assume it's the author's doing. [Dry tone is dry.]

[Huh. Perhaps Kanda doesn't remember it. Well, he'll just keep out of arms' reach. Not that Kanda could really do much to him. Godlike strength is back. Aw yeah.]

[artificialflower]

[Apparently hating something is one way to instantly bond. Kanda tips his own straw hat with a bitter expression.]

Makes sense.

[Doesn't look all that interested in bullying the Kid further so far, although keeping one's distance is always a good idea. Bummer. Kanda's only got cyborglike strength and that probably rates below.]

[ocd_reaper]

[The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that jazz. Also, he sympathizes with the hat suffering. And pretty much, yeah.]

I'll keep Beelzebub away from the flowers around here. [Because he imagines that they all have your protectiveness guarding them.]

[artificialflower]

[Somewhat, yes. Although someone considering themselves his friend never stops Kanda from abusing them.]

Good.

[Well, gardening is nice, especially compared to the rest of activities available around here. And he'd rather not have his day's work become dinner to a damned horse with a funny name.]

[ocd_reaper]

[Funny you should refer to it as a "damned horse"...]

Good luck with your gardening. [And going to start turning Beelzebub to go check out other places.]

[artificialflower]

[Oh, the wit of the unaware.]

Che.

[Kanda's perfectly fine with the strange kid going off to mind his own business, so he just gives a grunt of acknowledgement and continues to clip off dry stems.]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[Somebody's already out riding his horse, galloping her around. He's got a large, well-built black mare, All powerful and sleek lines. She really is a beautiful of a horse as she is a car.

Dean spots Kid not long after kid's started exploring, and slows her down enough for the horse to rest slightly but not enough so that he falls behind.

You get an amused tone of voice and a smirk curves his lips as he pulls up beside.] You know Death's supposed to ride the pale horse, right~?

[ocd_reaper]

[Kid actually grins at that.]

Yes, but it tends to terrify people when you're riding a corpse-green horse. The black blends in better. [He nods to Dean's own mount.]

[Beelzebub doesn't react to the mare. Though he looks like her species, he isn't really. No horsey shenanigans shall ensue.]