[open] i'm a dangerous man put some money in my pocket

[slantedcross]

Who: Youji + you
What: Emotional hangover, some god power exploration...
When: Slightly backdated, June 1-3 as needed
Where: Outside his home, let's be flexible.
Warnings: Not so far. Will update as it becomes necessary.

June 1

[It's not really 'liquid courage' if you don't need courage in the first place, but there you go.

Youji is seated in an outdoor cafe area, it is barely past noon, but there's a bottle of wine on the table and he should probably, probably look for someone to share it with, because otherwise he will drink the whole thing. He's got enough in his system to dull his thoughts, but his reflexes are fast behind and if he's talking between glasses...

So to someone at the next table or just passing by (i.e., you), he lifts the bottle as if to pour, and smiles sheepishly.]

I have a spare glass, too... this is too much for one person.

June 2

[Back in that same cafe area... now he's got coffee instead of alcohol. Must have been a rough morning.

He's also got a sketchbook out in front of him, and few scattered pages are ripped and balled up around him. He starts to sketch, but is clearly frustrated by something, and when he's not ripping out more pages, he's very vigorously scribbling over drawings of these three women. He isn't the best artist, but he was passable enough to teach it credibly.]

Meditations on... what, exactly, am I doing? Wish I had that painting to destroy, now...

June 3

[Surprisingly enough, he's back in the same spot. He's already turned the waitress away twice, though, as he checks under the table and all the chairs, looking frantically for something.]

I know I've ripped it half to shreds by this point but is this any way to...

[He knocks a few balled up papers and swears as he bends over to pick them all up.]

Where is my damn sketchbook?

Comments

[slantedcross]

Well, I do when someone is trying to take something I bought from me.

[Otherwise, well. Apathy usually prevents him from comparing himself too much.]

[kokuyoyo]

[With idle curiosity and no real rush, he starts to reach for the bottle. This isn’t a serious attempt, but he’s interested enough to make the effort.]

[slantedcross]

[Perversely, it's the lack of being a serious attempt that keeps Youji from making any effort besides lazily reaching for the bottleneck himself.]

[kokuyoyo]

[And thus they are at a Mexican Standoff. Chikusa tilts his head, almost as if amused, before he suddenly tries to twist it out of Youji’s grip. Time to test if he can catch him off-guard.]

[slantedcross]

[Youji jerks back, hard, and kicks at the leg of his chair, hoping the backward motion combined with the forward motion of him pulling the bottle will set him off-balance.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So he's more than just a drunkard- Chikusa keeps it in mind even as his chair suddenly leaves him off-balance and hastily slamming one foot down so that he stays upright. His free hand goes down to the table for additional balance, and he's already trying to jerk the bottle upwards to see if that does it.]

[slantedcross]

[Youji briefly contemplates his options, including using his other hand... but he opts to right himself and stand up quickly, and see if he has a height advantage over this kid he can use.]

[kokuyoyo]

[For a split second, it’s debatable if Chikusa will even stand up, because his hand just follows the bottle up. However, at the last moment, he heaves out a sigh and sways up to his feet.]

[How tall are you, Youji? Because this shitty 15 year old is a little over six foot.]