IC Continuation

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*continued from here*

.....he's going to have a lot of questions for you when you get home. Sorry.

Comments

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Everyone judges you! Everyone leaves you! No matter what they say! Maybe they think they'll be happy with you forever, but that's stupid, it's a lie! We're all just trying to delay what's gonna happen anyway, and for what? Just to be fucking paranoid about it every minute?? Why am I doing this!? I'm that upset about what someone else will think of me? Who cares when it's just a matter of time before they do? W-why is anyone happy with me . . . why make me feel that way and then take it away after all??

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Everyone just chooses someone else anyways. Having important people just makes you worried. When it was just Raph, I didn't have anything I had to worry about losing. Especially since it was just friends. But everything changed and now the stakes are higher and I don't think I want to play anymore.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

If I have Jasdero, what else do I need? I made him cry . . . I won't ever do that again, he's the only one who actually gives a shit about me . . .

. . . What?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

I want it to stop.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[ . . . coming over] Yeah.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Fuck everyone. I'm not playing anymore.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[stopping, and looking at]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Hmmmmm? What's that look for now?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[coming over again] So what're you gonna do?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Whatever I want, of course.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Now you've got it~ so what do you want?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*snerrrrks and lays back on the countertop* I'll know when I get there.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[lies back next to, thoughtful] Yeah.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

And what are you going to do?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Fucking sucks. I dunno yet. Who needs to plan this shit out anyway~

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Simple answer really. *grabs Devit's gun and puts it in Devit's mouth* Bam! Find someone and make them feel bad. It's the quickest route to feeling good.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[eyes widen--whoa--nods, can't talk lol gun]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*removes it from his mouth before moving to bump foreheads with, grabbing onto Devit's chin* So? What you waiting for?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[slides a hand into Mika's hair, pulling him down and kissing him firmly--but briefly and almost chastely--and then letting go]

Maybe that stupid rich bastard. Or the akuma. Or the eyepatch bitch~

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Why not all of them?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Ehhh, you know~ we'll see where the evening takes me~ [moving to get up] Why, you got an idea?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Loads of 'em~! *hops off the countertop and heading out the door humming*

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[hunh, what happened to him? bad mood? good mood? . . . eh!]

[following]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Does not care that you follow, is not paying any attention to you, lololo you are not a threat Is just a crazy angel going to hang out on a rooftop til something fun comes along*