[log] New Year's Mingle [open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker
Location: Bunker
Date: Let's go with January...
Summary: Mingling in the Bunker
Warnings: Add to subject line!

[All of the rooms within the Bunker have been opened. The latest, Room 19, contains computer parts. They'll need to use those, the soldering gun and other equipment in that room to create some sort of interface with the last locked door in Room 4. There are cables to connect up to the tablets, so maybe that will help, as well. And they still have other computers in Room 24 and 26 to use.

There are other things to be about, as well. The Bunker is, as ever, cold, slightly glowing, and moldy. And there are plenty of other rooms to check in on.]

Comments

[sharktrash]

[ there's a slight jolt to the blender that implies it took all of Squalo's self control not to SMASH IT INTO HOUSE'S FACE but he's behaving. for now. ]

I didn't exactly plan for boning.

[ IT JUST KIND OF HAPPENED??? ]

[rubikscomplex]

What was the point of kidnapping her, then? Personal power source? And you found out you really liked the hook-up?

[sharktrash]

Why the fuck would I explain myself to you?

[ Mostly, though, his reasoning had been kind of sappy in a way and he's got a reputation to protect. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Isn't this how you humans do conversation? I ask a thing you respond. We go back and forth.

[sharktrash]

I'm not that kind of human. [ BUT this seems like the perfect opportunity to talk some shit, so; ] Usually it's like -- I stab you, you miss. We go back and forth.

[rubikscomplex]

Your conversations sound very short. [He does tense up a bit, eyeing Squalo with just a bit of wariness.]

[sharktrash]

[ He either doesn't notice or doesn't care. ]

They usually consist of orders, so, yeah.

[ Except his long-winded conversations with Angel that are basically the equivalent of verbal shitposting and there's definitely nothing efficient about that. Crushes make you do funny things? ]

[rubikscomplex]

[House has been subject to the 'crushes make you dumb' phenomenon. He knows how it is.]

A guy like you stands around taking orders all the time? [And because he can't help it.] Did she order you around?

[sharktrash]

[ They should high-five with their missing hands over this. ]

I was issuing them most of the time.

[ Look at that suspicious lack of response to the second part, though. Look at it. He enjoys being stepped on doesn't he. ]

[rubikscomplex]

How about in bed, tiger?

[sharktrash]

[ uhm ]

[ yeah his grip on that blender gets just a bit tighter even if he doesn't exactly look too distressed or anything. he's no Angel ]

...I guess not.

[rubikscomplex]

Hey. I like a girl who can tie me to a bed and make me beg as much as the next guy. No shame, bro.

[sharktrash]

[ probably the only reason that blender's not being smudged into House's face by now is that Squalo's suddenly imagining Angel in a more leathery version of the Space Dress tying him up, gagging him, and whipping him with an USB cord. ]

[ UHM. ]

[ Right, present, reality, all that. ]

[ This is more information about House's preferences than Squalo ever needed, honestly, but he can repay favor with favor. ]

Dunno about begging, but screaming's fine.

[ He might like a bit of torture to go with it, who's keeping count. ]

[rubikscomplex]

I guess I should've pegged you for a screamer. Is she loud, too?

[sharktrash]

I guess you'll never know, huh?

[ Look he doesn't care about giving off details of his bed life, but without Angel mentioning that she's cool with being discussed in bro company in this capacity, he's not going to. Mafia, respect for women, something something. Not that he's ever followed that rule before, but he only knew like one woman worthy of respect back home. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Remains to be seen. I think she's got the hot-for-the-teacher thing going for me.

[She has nothing of the sort.]

[sharktrash]

[ oh should he ]

[ maybe try wearing glasses sometime ]

[ lmao nah ]

Yeah, no.

[rubikscomplex]

You don't know what we had before you came along, Rapunzel. You might be able to wrap her up in a full head of hair, but the bod' that lies beneath these layers would put Adonis, himself to shame.

[sharktrash]

Ah, I guess that's why she suggested I don't kill you.

[ what a conversational topic ]

[rubikscomplex]

See? She's totally in love with me.

[Totally.]

No wonder she keeps saying you're not her boyfriend.

not here; meanwhile

[phaseshifter]

[sharktrash]

Well, she's not my girlfriend either, so that's fine.

[ he also gets the mysterious urge to punch House in the face, however. since he doesn't really make a habit of restraining himself, he's gonna do just that. ]

[ well, it's more sort of dully hitting him with the blender, but it's the thought that counts. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[House can see it coming, at least, and puts and arm up to block the blender. His tone is mock-earnest as he stumbles back and out of immediate reach.]

You can't stop our love with your violence! Vive le coeur!

[sharktrash]

I could stop your heart with it, though. Close enough.

[ IT'S A SHOVE-OF-WAR and then the slippery bastard's out of reach, damn ]

[rubikscomplex]

For a guy who's not her boyfriend, you sure are jealous. You clearly need to get laid by someone else.

[A pause.]

That's not me volunteering, FYI.