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“Hn?” Came the grunting reply from the other Grunt in the room. Jerome was still in his bed, but he wasn’t even close to sleeping, not with the other Grunt having moved around the room already.
Still, Jerome was lying in his bed, lying on his side facing away from Izaya, one of his hands gripped onto his shoulder.

Jerome had no idea what kind of Problem Izaya was talking about, but he wasn’t going to ignore it, even if he didn’t seem in a particular rush, or worry as he casually rolled back slightly on his shoulder, peering over his shoulder and through his dreadlocks at his roommate.
“Problem?” He asked, showing a little more curiosity this time, eyes scanning the room to see if he could get an idea of what IZaya was talking about.

He didn’t see anything that was out of the ordinary, the only pokemon in his sigh was the Beldum sitting on its body prongs, the large red eyes swiveling around, as watchful as she usually was.
Still, no problem that he noticed.

Well, now that his attention was brought to it, he was starting to see what Izaya was talking about. As the informant walked over to grab a coat Jerome would probably never think to buy from the gangster's own closet, and toss what Jerome recognized as his wallet onto the bed.

Jerome rolled the rest of the way onto his back, picking up his wallet and casually flipping through it.
"Thats the problem?"
It was clear Jerome certainly didn't see the big deal about that.
It wasn't like Jerome had much in the way of stuff anyway, when he got to HQ all he had were the clothes on his back and what little cash he managed to hold onto. Since then he's managed to gain a few more personal possessions, being a grunt actually payed after all.

He sat up, running his hand over his head to pull back the dreadlocks that fell into his face while he tried to sleep.
"Bro." He said,

As he said that though the large purple and green Gangar drifted into view, laying on his side with one elbow propping his head up at the foot of Jerome's bed.
"Man, you messin' with the stuff?"

Bro lifted his other hand, and closed his eyes "Gar, Gar"

Jerome seemed to know what this meant becasue his reply came close after.
"Yer ganna give Izaya a complex."

At this the Gangar chuckled, and Jerome tossed his wallet at the ghost, who snatched it up and shuffled through it once it bounced off of him.
Jerome laid back down on his back with a sigh.
"If I see yer stuff I'll put it on yer bed. but things are bond to get mixed up eventually, this ain't a big room you know."

"Dude, ain't you the one askin' for a kiss the first time we met." Jerome pointed out in a mellow laze of a deep drawl.
Though, Jerome knew he had just been ********' with him then, at least that what he was convinced of.

"Alright alright." Jerome said, holding a hand up to gesture to the other man. "I get yer angle, I'll help clean up."
If it was bothering the other guy so much, then fine, it wouldn't kill Jerome to help him get things organized properly again.

It was probably easier living like this for Jerome, he grew up, and lived his life up to this point usually with at least one other person. Someone crashing on the couch, or 14's needin' a place to hide out for a while. He was just used to that kind of tight busy community lifestyle.
And ******** if things were every clean and organized as nicely as Izaya kept them.

Blinking once when a couple of troublemakers jumped onto his bed, and darted over closer to the gangster.
Jerome didn't say anything, but reached a hand down to gently pat the two pokemon, who were likely to be chewed out. Why did they cause so much trouble for their trainer. But at the same time, it was obvious that Izaya wasn't good with pokemon. Didn't understand them, and that point was made clear with the question he asked about Bro.

"Bro?" Jerome asked, glancing to his ghost type, before reaching an arm up, slipping his hand to the back of his head. Grinning as the gangster gangar gave Izaya a half lidded stare, before rolling his eyes and looking to Jerome.
Jerome chuckled at this.
"Bro's been my main man since I was a kid, been together that long, it ain't hard to read him. Can't explain it, you just know."
coming from someone better with words, this could be explain with much deeper eloquence. Jerome however, wasn't very skilled in this department.

Jerome had no idea, nor took much mind in what Izaya was doing. Just figured he was checking his e-mail, or on that chat website.

"Then what you so worried about?" He asked in his mellow, half interested tone.
only half paying attention as he watched the two Purrloin as he pet them.

Jerome wasn't good about waking up, he could lay around for a while just to try and drag himself out of bed, considering he usually was woken up a few times when he slept, it wasn't ever certain if he got a good nights sleep each night.

"Hmm?" Jerome hummed in a question, when Izaya asked him about his e-mail password.
"Its Password" He answered as if it was nothing, clearly not caring. "...Why?"

The ex-Gangster would have been more then content to just lay here for a few more minuts, and veg, knowing he was going to have to get up soon and go shuffle to find his boots that belong to him before to long, at least he had his wallet, that Bro was now going through.
His piece was interrupted though, when the skinny Asian guy suddenly made a dive for the pokemon that Jerome was sharing his bed for.
"UUF!"
It didn't hurt, but it was sure as hell surprising when his roommate was suddenly toppled into him.
Had Izaya had a little more weight, it might have knocked Jerome off the bed.

Tattooed eyes blinking at Izaya in surprise with the sudden attack, his mouth opened "What was that man?"

Jerome lifted a hand to his head in a light sigh as Izaya went on in annoyance over the two dark types that were much quicker to get away, all that fuss over the two small Pokémon, Izaya was sure one to react in the most dramatic way possible.
Though, Jerome was probably aware of the more compromising situation before Izaya was. The gangster frowned, lifting at eyebrow at the man on top of him. Oh, damn, ******** did that on purpose.
From the corner of the room, where the Beldum had remained standing the entire time, there was the alarmed chirping of her warnings, seemly surprised by the sudden burst of commotion, "CHRR CHRR CHRR!"

There could have been a lot of violent ways Jerome could react to this, none of which would exactly be new to the dark tattooed man, but it didn't happen.

There was something depressingly familiar about having someone this close to him, not in the sense of something sensual, like being with some chick or anything. Just… that basic, human contact.
It came, oddly enough, from his days as the ET-14 Runner.
One would consider them heartless, cold and backstabbing, but in the world of a gangster, at least to the ET-14, the community in which you were loyal, and did not dare ******** around with the rules, they were a group as close to a family as they could ever feel, closer some would even claim.

This was true for Jerome and the other Runners. They were his family, and while none of them were cuddly in any stretch of the word, physical contact was not at all strange to them.
Jerome would usually find Manuel’s arms around his neck, jokingly, either in a hold, or a rough embrace, Jerome could easily pick up Tremain, around the waist, arms on shoulders to support a stance, and look menacing, wrestling, or helping out during Parkour stunts...
They were family.

Besides, try and fit seven bodies into one apartment, or one hotel room and not expect to be woken up when a limb is suddenly draped over you, or find someone rolled over in their sleep next to you.
It never bothered Jerome, they were comfortable enough to not be threatened.
That kind of brotherhood was missing from Jerome’s life; he never denied it to himself that he missed it, every single day.

It had been explained before though, by another 14, that it was like walking into a den of sleeping wolves, even if they were practically using each other and their pokemon for pillows. They were dangerous after all, nothing cute about gangsters who could ******** you up.

Granted, Jerome had never been straddled by another guy before (unless he was being pinned down and beaten up), and wasn't at all thrilled by it either. That kind of closeness went a bit too far for Jerome, at least when it involved guys.
Jerome closed his eyes, sighing softly again.
"Man, its way too early to be sayin' s**t like that" he signed, followed by a string of curse words.
Lifting a hand up, poking two of his fingers into Izaya's ribs, pushing lightly, enough to try and guide the other man off of him with the discomfort, but not so forcefully as to throw him off the bed, or onto the floor.
It was as a gentle reminder as Jerome could do.
“Got more of that grunt work bull s**t, so ********’ tired of it, don’t remember last time I actually got to sleep enough.”

Bro however, was cackling his head off at the foot of Jerome's bed, having started when Izaya had jumped at the Purrloin and missed, and not finding any reason to stop with Izaya's antics.

Another alarmed noise from the steel type was heard, and the large glowing red eye on the pokemon blinked in surprise when a pillow bounced off of it.
Otherwise it didn't react anymore, just swiveled its eye back onto the skinner man.

with Izaya off of him, Jerome resumed relaxing, reaching one hand up to tuck it behind his head, watching Turret chirring in her corner after she was hit with the pillow from Izaya.
the gangster then gave a snort at the other man's assumptions, his eyes following suit to rest on Izaya.
"If you did snore, I would kick yer a** out into the hall"
while the words spoken could be taken as a real threat, it would be extremely difficult to take this threat seriously in the calm, careless way the man spoke them.
"And no man, you know I sleep like s**t. just one of-"
He was cut off very suddenly, when something that had been below his head and shoulders a moment before was suddenly no longer supporting him, causing him to drop down onto the mattress when his only other pillow was seized by Izaya and then thrown at Bro.

Bro cackled, letting the pillow hit him full on, not bothering to be too intimidated by just a pillow.
Oh no, the Gangar's next action was to place the pillow behind his large head, and relax back against it with a smug smirk to Izaya and Jerome.

"Hnn" Jerome grumbled with a sigh, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
Well, seemed he needed to get up anyway.

Jerome let out a soft snort at Izaya's conclusion, as if he didn't at all think Izaya's assumption as to what Jerome would do was correct.
When really it was a lot more accurate then Jerome's own threat, not that the gangster was going to admit it.

He was about to get up, get off his bed now occupied by most of the bodies in the room, and get changed, When the little silent spat between Izaya and Bro. This resulted in Izaya throwing a ball, Jerome flinched slightly at the motion before glancing over, but had no idea that the pokemon inside was not Celty until a massive dark figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

Her name was NOT Celty, and she did NOT know that move.
Hirss let out a low rumble in her throat turning her massive head to look at the man that had released her from her pokeball, rumbling again .
And that was NOT her Human!
The collection of personal insults seemed to be enough to anger the large creature, as she drew herself up and turned toward the dark haired man who was not her human, and the annoying ghost who was laughing his oversize head off that Izaya had fallen for the swop.

This pokemon was much too large for this room, that was only part of the reason Jerome didn't let her out in here, the biggest part had to do with her unpredictability, He didn't know how to read her yet, and didn't know what would set her off.

Jerome had time to blink twice taking in the scene before "ah ********-" Was all he managed to get out before the pokemon, glaring at bro let out a roar and lashed out with both her claws, followed by her long knifed tail.
Jerome abandoned the bed in record speeds as a sick "CRACK" filled the room.

Bro, who had managed to get out of the way in time, floated up, still laughing as he swooped forward and smacked Hirss on the head, only trying to piss her off further before flying to place himself behind Izaya.