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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:56 pm
Bro sure knew how to piss this one off when he wanted to. And pissed off she was, enough to crack the bed frame's lower half, long claws sunk into the blankets and mattress as her tail flung around behind her, gouging into the wall and knocking anything that was unfortionate enough to be in its way.
Jerome had just staggered back to proper footing when the ball, thrown by Izaya hit his chest, and he was able to grab it up.
"Hirss!" Jerome barked at the large pokemon, who was in the process of crawling over the bed, and advancing toward Bro and Izaya.
But at Jerome's voice the water type froze, toxic goo dripping from her wide mouth as she slowly glanced over to Jerome. "Calm down, will ya?"
Jerome let out a sigh when she stopped and reached a hand up to scratch the side of his head. "Man... Look what you did." He said, staring at his bed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 11:41 am
Though Izaya couldn't imagine why in the world one pokemon might feel like pissing off another (if they were even capable of having intentions that complex pointless), it reminded him horribly of how he loved to torment his most hated person in the whole world until that person wrecked everything around him. Similar to what Hirss was doing now. What a mess. It no longer seemed to matter who's things were on what side of the room, because now everything was everywhere. The mutant Feraligator's tail really did a number on the place.
"Call it back, call it back!" Nakura urged, not content with the massive monster merely freezing its place. Her mere presence was enough to unnerve him, let alone her unpredictable nature. Also like Shizuo. "Bad monster," he scolded, waving a finger as he got up to examine the damage dealt. With a sigh, he placed his hands on his hips, looking up at Jerome with a bitter smile at long last. "Well...I guess we can keep each other warm, at least, Jerry-kun. Looks like you'll be sharing my bed for a while."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:04 pm
She had seemed to calm down enough to where Jerome didn't feel it was absolutely necessary to return the pokemon. So Izaya's request, for the time being, was not followed through.
"Its calmed down man, its cool." He said, blinking when the massive pokemon shifted her gaze over to Izaya, eying him for a few seconds before letting out a throaty hiss, before Jerome stoke her name again, and her large head swiveled around toward him, crawling over the remnants of the bed, stopping though when Jerome reached a hand out and put it on her elongated head.
Bro, who was now re-appearing next to Izaya, wore a soft smirk and crossed his ********' punk." Jerome said to Bro, who's grin turned into a mocking scowl. "quit pickin' fights with Hriss will ya, especially not in the room."
"Gar gar, Gangar." Bro replied, throwing a hand up in dismissal.
Jerome frowned softly, patting Hirss a few times, before he lifted the pokeball, and recalled.
A breath was pushed sharply from his nose as he looked back at the mess that had been his bed.
"looks like it, That or the couch" He said. Either way he didn't suspect he was going to be getting much sleep.
He reached down to pick up some of the twisted shards by his feet, and tossed them into the pile.
"I'm ganna go get dressed."
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 12:33 pm
"...If you say so," the informant murmured, staring right back at Hirss and narrowing his eyes as she hissed at him. Pokemon were such a pain. It was a nuisance to Izaya to have them around, especially knowing that humans probably needed them. Life had become so dependent on the creatures.
Once the Gengar reappeared, Izaya whirled around to confront him. He noted Jerome's words to the ghost, suggesting that this hadn't been the first time Bro had done such a thing. "I don't like it - 'her' - much either, but if you hadn't switched things around, I wouldn't have let her out," Nakura complained, swatting lightly at the Gengar.
When Jerome announced that he was going to change, his roommate chuckled. "Good luck finding your clothes, Jerry-kun. I hope you remember what shirts are yours before you try them on. I don't want those obscurely muscular arms of yours ripping the seams of my sleeves." Hopping up back on his own bed, he put his laptop aside to re-make it before sorting through Jerome's e-mail.
Deleting the files that had been sent from his own account, he sighed and put the computer away. "You really should use a better password than that," he mumbled under his breath, recalling the pass that Jerome had told him. "Don't you know anything about internet security...?
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 12:01 am
Bro was wearing an innocent look, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling as Izaya scolded him, before the informant swatted at him.
Bro drifted back in the air a few inches, to get out of the way, followed up with a cheeky snicker as Izaya went back to the bed. Bro settling himself on it as well, since Jerome's seemed to be... destroyed.
Pausing in his search for his clothes amidst a bunch of other switched random object, the gangser paused, turning sideways to give Izaya a glance.
arching and eyebrow he lifted and arm, flexing it to try and see what Izaya was talking about.
While he was more lean muscle, there was very little doubt that Jerome had a muscle structure that was granted to him from years of heavy and extreme parkour.
"Maybe you should think bout tonin' up a bit more. yer kinda skinny." He replied instead, dropping his arm and waving one of the shirts in his hands at Izaya as he tried to make out what uniform was his.
When he was pretty sure he had the shirt that was his, he threw it over his head, and over his chest, covering most of his elaborate tattoo's for the red R of the grunt uniform.
"Hm?" he hummed lightly, now searching for his pants.
"N'really" he replied " 'Think I should change it?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 8:35 pm
"...I suppose you're going to be taking up space on this bed too?" Nakura questioned as the Gengar settled back down.
At Jerome's comment, however, he cast his roommate an indignant look. "I like my body," he cried, consciously rubbing one of his skinny arms. "This girlish figure is actually pretty tricky to maintain, you know. Besides, all those work-outs take time, energy, and sweat. I'd rather be doing other, more interesting things."
The informant suddenly snickered. "Shirt before pants? That's new. Here's a thought: You go shirtless enough. Why not try going out pantless? I'm sure more than a few Rocket girls' heads will turn."
"...As far as your password, considering how often you probably use it, I wouldn't bother," he murmured, still sorting through the other man's mail. "Almost all the stuff on here is junk. When did you even make this? And why? Don't strike me as the sort to keep in touch with others via the internet. Was this a mandatory Rocket account?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:42 pm
Well yyeeah he was! it wasn't like he was going to be sleeping on the one covered in slime and poison.
He wave a wide grin and a thumbs up to the dark haired Asian.
"Alright, was just sayin'" Jerome replied when Izaya took up a defense for him body.
He could help a slight grin and chuckle though, not many guys Jerome knew in the past would be so willing to keep and admit to wanting a "girlish figure." but most guys weren't like Izaya.
He arched an eyebrow, glancing back at Izaya "S'new bout it? its what I found first."
The subject of pants came up, as he was having trouble finding a pare that was his. "Might have to, if I can find my pants in here at all." He admitted, shuffling around the drawer. Seems they weren't where he left them.
"Hn" came a grunt of acknowledgment as Izaya spoke about e-mail, crossing the room to look at Izaya's drawer instead .
"Not really."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:45 am
The red-eyed man smirked at Bro. "Heh. Well you better not be trying any more of that prank-them-while-they're-asleep nonsense, or I'll just have to sic Celty on you." It was a playful threat at most, since he was pretty certain even Bro was aware of how harmless the Spiritomb was.
At the grin and the chuckle from Jerome, Izaya couldn't help but redden a bit. Could the gangster have possibly picked up on the fact that maybe the informant felt a tad bit vulnerable next to his fellow male Rockets? The idea was humiliating. After all, who didn't have a few insecurities? But he wasn't about to let anyone on to that; not even his especially tolerant roommate.
"Well, of course. I've got to keep slim and trim if I'm to compete with 'Ink' for your affections, ne?" he retorted with a batting of his eyes. That was it; play the part. As long as you acted confident in everything you did, no one would question you. That was Izaya's philosophy, at least.
"Like I said, you usually go around topless, not bottomless. What about my skinny jeans? Those stretch," he teased, nodding toward the closet. "And what the hell do you mean by 'not really'? Sometimes it really is a pain communicating with you, Jerry-kun. You speak about as many words as a certain neanderthal I know. It's frustrating to get through."
Finishing with his computer, Izaya shut the laptop and put it on his bedstand before proceeding to find the rest of his belongings in preparation for morning work. If the state of the room was anything to judge by, it was going to be a long day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 2:11 am
Bro's smirk only grew wider at the threat from Izaya, and he waggled his brow hopefully, making a clicking noise with his teeth.
"Gar gar, Gengar." seemed he certainly wouldn't mind, even though he was pretty sure Izaya wouldn't be able to convince Celty to do what he wanted.
Jerome had a hard enough time reading the dude, but he suspected that was true for everyone, never know what to expect from him or how to really take he's saying.
What the other grunt said next was a prime example of that.
"Still on 'bout that, F'er not careful I'd say yer kinda obsessed with her."
"S'just that image man, ya know, much more 'ganna ******** ya up' then not havin' pants" It wasn't explain in much sincerity, showing that he probably didn't particularly care. On the streets it was commonly used as an intimidation factor, especially those with tattoos or gang marks. Jerome knew Izaya was probably well aware of that though.
He paused through his search speaking in his more usual tone
"M'proud of these tats, gatta show em." Not entirely the reason, shirts were also just really annoying, though it was usually a good idea to have one of when doing some of the more extreme parkour, some of those rolls could be taken pretty hard.
Finally finding a pare of pants that belonged to him, he glanced over at Izaya arching an eyebrow about the topic of communication, and the man's voice of frustration.
Her let out a light sigh though his nose.
"Yeah, was set up when I joined, ain't been on it since I got it, I'll probably figure it out later." He added to his statement.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:55 am
Rolling his eyes musingly at the Gengar's reaction, Izaya thrust out a hand in a half-hearted attempt to shove Bro off the bed.
"Izumi-chan? Haha, no - no more than I have with you. I'm not really into women - or men, for that matter," he added with a smirk. "Not any particular individual, at least. You know that. I have a far, broader obsession."
"Ohhh, so you're about image, hmm?" Nakura taunted. "And here I thought gangsters weren't supposed to care what other people thought of them. So then you care about image enough to pretend to not care?" As bizarre as it sounded aloud, to the informant, it made sense. After all, he had similar practices. Still, he laughed just the same. "How ironic."
"I guess the tattoo factor makes sense. That is, if you don't have any to show off down there." He tugged on his skinny jeans with a lop-sided grin. "And I'm sure you will." Not. "If you need any help with it, feel free to ask~! I'm all about communication. Especially via internet."
With his shirt, pants, and parka finally on, the skinnier of the two men double-checked his pockets for his necessary tools and recalled his twin purrloin. It took him a bit of hunting and digging, but at last he was set. Sighing, he looked to his roommate. "Ready for Grunt duty?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 12:01 pm
Not that a shove like that would have knocked him off the bed, but for shits and giggles the Gengar rolled off the bed anyway, thudded on the ground, before floating back with with a cocky smirk on his face.
Jerome changed his pants, and was messing with the belt as Izaya talked about his obsession and what now.
He did give a slight nod before snatching up his boots.
"yeah, yeah." He confirmed when Izaya finished. "S'that whole human thing."
Jerome didn't seem to really get it, but didn't seem to particularly driven to get it either.
The gangster let out a short chuckle "S'what people seem to think don't they. S'bull s**t, man its all about image. Just one of those unspoken things."
He finished putting on his boots and stood up, gesturing toward the other man, knowing the other man knew that.
when Izaya offered help with technology, Jerome gave a simple "sure." in acknowledgment and reminder to ask if he really did care that much in the future.
For the most part Jerome would be able to use this new gear, but if he did run into something he didn't get, at least Izaya told Jerome he could ask.
Now fully dressed in his Grunt uniform, the gangster shifted a couple of times, trying to get comfortable in these sleeves while Bro came floating over to his trainers side.
He just lifted a corner of his mouth at the other grunts question.
Grunt duty was mediocre at best.
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