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un: weaseling

so bumble got me thinking
well first of all maverick's the "cafe" run by (you fucking guessed it) maverick (that's me) will still be just inside the lum dorms for weekdays even though there'll be fucking cameras around I guess

no more popsicles since that one asshole took off and won't answer his fucking phone but there's plenty of hot chocolate, temp tattoos, and bumble has so graciously agreed to provide cookies on occasion.
the tats are kinda in limited supply but hey that's what markers are for
and if you want someone educating on tattoos, it's gotta be me I'm great
all this cafe shit is supposed to be for rounding up loose kids but if you need a sugar rush I ain't gonna stop you
unless like...it sounds super fucking funny at the time

anyway second of all, the part she actually got me thinking about
I checked with Mama and she said the camera crew is staying somewhere else so her base has space

if you need some time (like a couple days) minus a kiddo or they just can't fucking be around during that tv shit because they look or act like a freak show
reserve a room at INN OF ATROPOS
weirdo-friendly, respects your privacy, nice as shit, food's kickass, the manager's a total babe, you get the idea
normally she'd super fucking frown on just dumping a kid at her doors but she gets this shit is kinda a weird circumstance

also let it be known I will literally bash your fucking head in if you fuck up Mama's inn, whether that you is big or little just saying

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You wanna try fighting a fucking kilometer of red tape? You can't hit that with a baseball bat.

[But fine. He lets go of Mav with a rough shove, though not enough to risk knocking him off the bed.]

...You know, I don't really see a lot of guys with pierced ears.

[Says the guy who's checking his false nails to make sure they didn't get loosened in that brawl.]

[Mav can hit whatever the fuck he wants with a baseball bat, but Akechi is saved from that commentary by the shove. He sits up a bit and props himself on an elbow.]

I got pierced everything, princess. Who gives a shit? My body. Got nothing to do with anyone else, nothing to do with gender.

That's...not an entirely common opinion in Japan. The older generations consider body modification to be an insult to the parents who gave you your body. Some women get their ears pierced anyway, and it's tolerated, but...

[He huffs, but is evidently satisfied with the integrity of his manicure.]

Shitty old men look down on anything more than that, so most guys decide it's not worth it. It's fucking stupid, especially since you don't hear them complaining about people smoking or fucking drinking and ruining the lungs and livers their parents gave them, but it's not likely to change until the conservative assholes stop being the ones in charge.

[mmmm]

Yeah? So fucking what? [He flops down again, staring up at the ceiling.] The people that gave birth to me would have a fuckton of other shit to be disappointed in me about, but they ain't gonna say shit about it now. I'm the one that's gotta live in this body. I'll do whatever I fucking want.

And my parents didn't even want me, so I doubt they'd give a shit. I've considered going ahead and getting my ears pierced, but it didn't seem worth it when I wouldn't be able to wear them in public without assholes who could affect my career looking down their noses at me.

[Mav thinks it's rude as shit to say that in front of his younger self, even if he's already thinking it, but ther nothing to do about that now. He'll shift onto his side slide a hand into Akechi's hair to push it away from his ear and inspect it.]

Pretty sure you can get away with it, with hair this long. You should, it's hot.

[His younger self already realizes it. 'Dad dumped mom by the side of the road because she got pregnant' sends a pretty clear message.

He turns pink at both the hand in his hair and the comment and quickly clears his throat.]

It seemed like a waste of money if nobody would be able to see the earrings. I have read that other countries give less of a shit, though, so I might.

[It's still rude! But then, so is the self-satisfied smirk curling on Maverick's face, probably. Still, he'll be nice for now and retract his hand again while he scoffs.]

Can't see most of my shit, but I am gonna get more that are obvious. I do it for me, though.

I don't really have a lot of money to spare on self-indulgence. If I'm going to spend money on jewelry, it's sure as fuck going to be something I'm willing to show off.

[Maverick hums as he sinks himself into the mattress again, getting nice and cozy.]

Mm, then you should wait. If you're gonna get it, you gotta get it done right. You should start saving now, though, maybe you can come with when I get my tongue done.

It'll be easier here than back in Japan, at least. Tokyo rent is expensive as hell, and food wasn't exactly cheap, either. Most of my income was going to expenses I don't have to worry about here.

Vive la France, or whatever.

[Vive la Daybreak, more like, but it's harder to be sarcastic when something isn't already a phrase.]

So what're you thinking? Lobe? Helix? Lay it on me.

The lobe heals faster, right? I should probably start with one that's easier to take care of.

Yeah, about a month or two. Tongue's faster, but with how much you fucking talk sometimes, not exactly lowkey.

[After a pause, his stupid crooked grin is back.]

Now, you want something with a fast healing time and something people won't fucking catch you with by chance? Princess needs a prince albert.

A...what?

[Look, his sex life is nonexistent, he wouldn't be looking these things up even if he did know he'd some day get a chance to get something pierced.]

[That's okay, Akechi, Maverick's got your back. And easy access to your phone, still, so here we go on over to google to look at some dicks with metal in them. Enjoy that being in your search history.]

[As soon as he sees what's on the phone, he turns bright red all the way up to his ears and chokes. He looks away, covering his face with one hand.]

I-I said I didn't want to spend money on something nobody's ever going to see!

[He cackles, because of course he does, and rests the phone screen-down on his stomach. Okay, okay, the dick is gone, now. Relax.]

Damn, dude, dunking on yourself before I even get the fucking chance. Hard for that to affect your precious public image, though, gotta admit.

[The younger Akechi looks up in curiosity, but the older one shakes his head violently no.]

The only people who show interest in me are just fans of that public image. I'm not going to date someone who only knows the fake me, and even beyond that...that's not exactly something you should show off early in a relationship!

[He gives an amused hum.]

On the other hand, you get around to showing it off to someone, obviously you trust 'em enough to like the real you, don't you? It's like an all new level of appreciation~

I...really doubt that's going to happen. The only person I've seriously considered asking out is married to her job. And she's six years older than me, anyway, so I'm probably too young for her on top of it.

[Mental note that Akechi is, in fact, attracted to women, then. Good to know.]

Married to the job is way fucking better than being married, but yeah, she sounds waaay outta your fucking league.

And my prospects otherwise are real fucking slim, considering Japanese women are taught to steer clear of people like the real me.

[hmmmm]

Like that's your only fucking option, or none of 'em got brains? Fuck's sake.

[Actually, yeah, laying here isn't much fun anymore, he's just carelessly toss the phone at Akechi's stomach instead and move back to his bed to -- wait. Fuck. Ricky has his laptop. Dammit.]

If they do, they turn them off whenever they're around a celebrity. It's useful when I want to convince people to let me bend rules, but a pain in the ass when I want to actually talk to someone.

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