CALL ME OUT: SHIZU-CHAN EDITION

[nonviolence]

Please help me voice test this beautiful bastard.

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[eatatrussiasushi]

See? Little girl's stomach know truth of world! Path to happiness is not fighting, is sushi!

[He looks back at Shizuo, face as serious as ever]

Fighting never make you feel better. Is always bad.

[nonviolence]

[He narrows his eyes at Kyoko, gauging his options. He wasn't going to fight Simon just to get to this brat.

Something between a sigh and a growl comes from him as he adjusts his sunglasses.]

... Fine. I'll go get some damn sushi.

[prayed]

[Begrudgingly:]

I guess I could go for that.

[Her spear disappears. She stretches her arms out above her head, their fight (and the damage that it caused) seeming to be immediately forgotten. She takes a few steps forward and there's a flash of red before she returns to her civilian form, her Soul Gem taking it's place as a ring on her finger.]

Russia Sushi, was it?

[nonviolence]

[He rolls his shoulders, taking out a cigarette and lighting it as he starts to walk off.]

Yeah. You coming or what?

[prayed]

Yeah, yeah, hold your horses.

[She speeds up a little to catch up with him, waking beside him with her hands folded behind her head.]

You're not half bad, y'know. Not as good as me, of course, but you don't run home crying like most of the losers I gotta put up with.

[That's as close to a compliment as you're getting, Shizuo.]

[nonviolence]

[He snorts derisively.]

Same goes for you, kid.

[prayed]

[She holds out a box of pocky.]

Want one?

[nonviolence]

Huh?

[He looks down at the box, shrugs his shoulders and takes one, nodding in thanks.]

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[prayed]

Sure.

[She pulls out a stick for herself, clenching it between her teeth before stuffing the box back into her pockets. She talks around it.]

So like, does this place have a high suicide rate or see a lot of murders or something? This place is packed to the brim with malice, y'know. More than any city I've been to. It's weird as Hell.

[Of course, by "malice" she means "Witches." Not that she can complain, since it benefits her--she could get fat off of the Witches here.]

[nonviolence]

[He shakes his head a little, making quick work of the stick of pocky before taking a long, slow drag on his cigarette.]

This city's got it's fair share of color gangs, scumbags, and then some. If you're new in town like you said you are, you probably haven't heard of it, but up until recently there's been a bunch of attacks by this guy everyone's been calling the Slasher.

[prayed]

You're kidding me, right? The Slasher? That sounds like something out of a low-budget horror movie, y'know.

[nonviolence]

Does it look like I'm joking?

[It doesn't and he's not.]

[prayed]

[What's that? 'It does and he is?']

Sure does. And boy, do you suck at telling them.

[nonviolence]

[SHOVE.]

Tell that to the victims. I'm sure they'll all be laughing their asses off.

[prayed]

[He succeeds in shoving her right into a building. She recovers within seconds though, falling back into step with him with a slight shrug. For as much as she wants to make another smart remark, she's pretty sure she's not allowed to start two fights with him in one day.]

I got it, I got it. It's serious stuff.

[nonviolence]

[WOW KYOKO IS BEING SMART? WHAT CRAZY SCI-FI WORLD IS THIS???

I mean. :|]

Good. Glad we're clear on that.

[prayed]

[OKAY LET'S BE CLEAR. SHE HAS GOOD JUDGEMENT, SHE JUST CHOOSES NOT TO USE IT.

She rubs her arm, shooting him an annoyed look.]

You didn't have to push me that hard, y'know.

[nonviolence]

[He's just gonna give you a LOOK now, Kyoko.]

Tch. What are you whining about? I didn't even push you that hard.

[prayed]

[She can't help but smile at that. Shizuo, you're shaping up to be her kind of guy.]

Geez. You call that a light push? ...well, I guess coming from a guy like you it would be.

[It might be a compliment. Maybe.]

[nonviolence]

[A slight, amused smirk pulls at his lips.]

You're lucky I didn't shove you through the wall.

[prayed]

[shizuo please.]

Like I'd let you.

[nonviolence]

Like you'd have a choice.

[prayed]

Yeah, whatever. You just keep telling yourself that.

[nonviolence]

[He's completely silent, but the change in the atmosphere around him speaks volumes. He rips a chunk of the guardrail out of the ground and hurls it at her face.]

[prayed]

[It's probably fortunate that his silence acted as something of a warning, otherwise it probably would have. As it is, she catches it with one hand, raising an eyebrow at him.]

...really?

[What a baby.]