Entarriance
Lamp Lord
The more Shogi spoke, the more Go's evident irritation grew. Scrunched facial features, he looked as if he were willing to take the attention it would cause to drop everything in his arms to bash the kid as hard as he can. Before he could express his frustration, he felt the sudden addition to weight in already filled arms, stumbling a bit to keep it all balanced. His near inhuman fortitude didn't make balancing everything too much of a pain outside of just the basic concern of vision, having to awkwardly tilt his entire body to be able to see anything in front of him, and that put at risk dropping the massive haul he was carrying already. Unable to react to feeling the blonde yank something over his head, barely covering what little vision he had left.. Re-positioning his arms in front of him to make carrying strain him less, Shogi's question made his shoulder's jump, well not expecting the words coming from his mouth which were far from his expected adversity.
"Speaking of, are you all witches? It kind of adds up. Life of crime, shitty apartment, odd to the point of insanity... And the hair, of course, but you lot stick out from miles away. It's actually a wonder we weren't stopped earlier. Not that it matters if you are; at this point I have so many questions that it's not really possible to address them all."
The young adult's huskiness seemed to vanish, and he didn't even find it in him to fuel his provocation, choosing to remain quiet. Shogi picked up the clothing he flung in Go's face, carrying as much as he could, which regardless was still far more unbalanced on his end. Following behind him, Go was more preoccupied with how he should answer the question. Leaving those type of things to Jeson seemed to serve better off, and his sudden composure finally vanished with Go's click of tongue as a response, clearly pissed at the events that restricted him from launching himself at the boy.
Downstairs, carefully following Shogi's footsteps since Go couldn't even see for the life of him with all that he carried, or at least it took far too much effort to see, the conversation downstairs grew more evident to him. Jeson apacedly was enjoying his lunch, or externally he was. With a pleasant veneer, he engrossed himself in quickly analyzing every word coming from the man's mouth, half-annoyed at the fact he could have used that time to try and entice the lovely dame to his left. Lamentably, his precedence now lied in affirming he had some string of Shogi's wound around his finger, partially due to the growing rapport in his relationship with Chess. It wasn't a conscious realization, but the uncomfortable suffocation he felt throb in his chest prioritized another objective entirely. In his peripheral vision, he noticed two bodies carrying far more luggage than the average human should carry. Without completely averting his gaze, he seemed to have caught Shogi's attention, before his expression crumbled in panic. The choice of whether to rat Shogi out on his disappearance and end any interaction that he had with them from this point forward, or to try and let them leave unnoticed. Begrudgingly knowing that the initial would surely lead to his idol incessantly despising him, especially if it meant ratting Go to arrest, he raised his arm and deftly swatted openly at the air, seeming like a gesticulation to his conversation to those around him, but indirectly signalling to Shogi and Go to make their move fast before he drew far more attention than he needed to. If it disconcerted Shogi without the risks, then it was even better.
"I'm dearly sorry to hear of his disappearance, I'll make it a priority to look out for him. The boy has a girlish, but rather tough air to him, at least from that image, I'm certain he's fine!"
Trying to comfort the drained bartender, the notice about a very worried brother definitely sparked interest. If only he chose to not dye his hair over a week or so ago, maybe he could have gotten out easier in this conversation. Social interaction was definitely his specialty, though it meant nothing if everyone deemed you as a lower being. It was probably his reason for conducting most of his dates at night, or just purely on threat alone.
"His brother must care about him a lot, to quickly post in such short notice. At least far closer than my brother and I, ha. If he lives upstairs, is his brother staying with someone else?"
His forehead wrinkled, cheeks slightly raised to squint his eyes in a look of worry, Jeson quickly cleared his bowl, feigning the semblance that it was simply a light conversation, and he'd be out of the man's hair soon. It was obvious he wasn't the most welcomed here, though perhaps if he provided a decent impression aside from his hair, there was a lot more on Shogi that he could get. After all, it wasn't as if Shogi was in a position where he could easily stop him from visiting again.
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"In a way, I guess we're all kindaa witches," he started. It wasn't as if he was going to go on a rant, though Go spoke much more quietly, with it being the public and all. Thankfully provided some sort of opening by Jeson who Go was terrified of having to owe a favor to later, Even with quiet speech, it did nothing to mask gruffy, throated words.
"Xi's is natural, but he says he can't seem to find anything, y'know, witchy. Unless ya' lived under a rock, you'd've known that red is a pretty nasty colour. You're either for it or against it, even if it's a natural hair color. Grew up with some shitty people because of it. Decided when I was around 15 to just fuckin' dye it darker, if it pissed people off, and show'em what happens when you fuck with people. Periwinkle dyed his too, but yer gonna have to someone that ain't me for why. That bitch isn't going to tell me a thing. Fortunately, you don't seem to be hating on us any more than the normal kid would, but maybe it's just the damn scenario at hand. If ya' got questions, you should've asked the rake."
Walking slightly uphill was far, far more difficult than he had expected carrying the load he was. He made his attempts not to slam into people, and that itself was a chore. The good thing about it was he could mentally treat it like he was training, which made it seem far less annoying than it was. How he would manage to stay with any of them would be impressive itself, with their already lack of space. Go's mood was far better than it was coming to his apartment, with Jeson at least staying behind to get what he can. Any second away from him was a good second. Shogi's inquiry on them as people was definitely surprising, far better than being asked what was wrong with them which was surely to come up.
"Whatta 'bout you, mophead? Think any differently of witches? Ever been a time where they fucked with ya'?"
It was obvious Go was definitely resentful towards the subject at hand, the only thing powering him is the thought of getting home to finally eat instead of having to just watch his childhood friend shove chow-mien in his mouth while talking up the nearest girl. If he wasn't going to be home, that meant he could rest assured knowing Xi had to cook, and that food was something that he could actually eat when he got home. Having to reposition his grip on the numerous cans and boxes that were piled up, Bailey could essentially have ran away at this point if he was only carrying clothes. Though it would thankfully no longer be his problem to deal with if he did.
"Speaking of, are you all witches? It kind of adds up. Life of crime, shitty apartment, odd to the point of insanity... And the hair, of course, but you lot stick out from miles away. It's actually a wonder we weren't stopped earlier. Not that it matters if you are; at this point I have so many questions that it's not really possible to address them all."
The young adult's huskiness seemed to vanish, and he didn't even find it in him to fuel his provocation, choosing to remain quiet. Shogi picked up the clothing he flung in Go's face, carrying as much as he could, which regardless was still far more unbalanced on his end. Following behind him, Go was more preoccupied with how he should answer the question. Leaving those type of things to Jeson seemed to serve better off, and his sudden composure finally vanished with Go's click of tongue as a response, clearly pissed at the events that restricted him from launching himself at the boy.
Downstairs, carefully following Shogi's footsteps since Go couldn't even see for the life of him with all that he carried, or at least it took far too much effort to see, the conversation downstairs grew more evident to him. Jeson apacedly was enjoying his lunch, or externally he was. With a pleasant veneer, he engrossed himself in quickly analyzing every word coming from the man's mouth, half-annoyed at the fact he could have used that time to try and entice the lovely dame to his left. Lamentably, his precedence now lied in affirming he had some string of Shogi's wound around his finger, partially due to the growing rapport in his relationship with Chess. It wasn't a conscious realization, but the uncomfortable suffocation he felt throb in his chest prioritized another objective entirely. In his peripheral vision, he noticed two bodies carrying far more luggage than the average human should carry. Without completely averting his gaze, he seemed to have caught Shogi's attention, before his expression crumbled in panic. The choice of whether to rat Shogi out on his disappearance and end any interaction that he had with them from this point forward, or to try and let them leave unnoticed. Begrudgingly knowing that the initial would surely lead to his idol incessantly despising him, especially if it meant ratting Go to arrest, he raised his arm and deftly swatted openly at the air, seeming like a gesticulation to his conversation to those around him, but indirectly signalling to Shogi and Go to make their move fast before he drew far more attention than he needed to. If it disconcerted Shogi without the risks, then it was even better.
"I'm dearly sorry to hear of his disappearance, I'll make it a priority to look out for him. The boy has a girlish, but rather tough air to him, at least from that image, I'm certain he's fine!"
Trying to comfort the drained bartender, the notice about a very worried brother definitely sparked interest. If only he chose to not dye his hair over a week or so ago, maybe he could have gotten out easier in this conversation. Social interaction was definitely his specialty, though it meant nothing if everyone deemed you as a lower being. It was probably his reason for conducting most of his dates at night, or just purely on threat alone.
"His brother must care about him a lot, to quickly post in such short notice. At least far closer than my brother and I, ha. If he lives upstairs, is his brother staying with someone else?"
His forehead wrinkled, cheeks slightly raised to squint his eyes in a look of worry, Jeson quickly cleared his bowl, feigning the semblance that it was simply a light conversation, and he'd be out of the man's hair soon. It was obvious he wasn't the most welcomed here, though perhaps if he provided a decent impression aside from his hair, there was a lot more on Shogi that he could get. After all, it wasn't as if Shogi was in a position where he could easily stop him from visiting again.
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"In a way, I guess we're all kindaa witches," he started. It wasn't as if he was going to go on a rant, though Go spoke much more quietly, with it being the public and all. Thankfully provided some sort of opening by Jeson who Go was terrified of having to owe a favor to later, Even with quiet speech, it did nothing to mask gruffy, throated words.
"Xi's is natural, but he says he can't seem to find anything, y'know, witchy. Unless ya' lived under a rock, you'd've known that red is a pretty nasty colour. You're either for it or against it, even if it's a natural hair color. Grew up with some shitty people because of it. Decided when I was around 15 to just fuckin' dye it darker, if it pissed people off, and show'em what happens when you fuck with people. Periwinkle dyed his too, but yer gonna have to someone that ain't me for why. That bitch isn't going to tell me a thing. Fortunately, you don't seem to be hating on us any more than the normal kid would, but maybe it's just the damn scenario at hand. If ya' got questions, you should've asked the rake."
Walking slightly uphill was far, far more difficult than he had expected carrying the load he was. He made his attempts not to slam into people, and that itself was a chore. The good thing about it was he could mentally treat it like he was training, which made it seem far less annoying than it was. How he would manage to stay with any of them would be impressive itself, with their already lack of space. Go's mood was far better than it was coming to his apartment, with Jeson at least staying behind to get what he can. Any second away from him was a good second. Shogi's inquiry on them as people was definitely surprising, far better than being asked what was wrong with them which was surely to come up.
"Whatta 'bout you, mophead? Think any differently of witches? Ever been a time where they fucked with ya'?"
It was obvious Go was definitely resentful towards the subject at hand, the only thing powering him is the thought of getting home to finally eat instead of having to just watch his childhood friend shove chow-mien in his mouth while talking up the nearest girl. If he wasn't going to be home, that meant he could rest assured knowing Xi had to cook, and that food was something that he could actually eat when he got home. Having to reposition his grip on the numerous cans and boxes that were piled up, Bailey could essentially have ran away at this point if he was only carrying clothes. Though it would thankfully no longer be his problem to deal with if he did.