NEXT YOU'RE GONNA SAY "THIS WAS A HUGE MISTAKE"

[ironbuttmonkey]

WHO: Uzu Sanageyama and Joseph Joestar
WHERE: The Red Branch, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 7th November, 7p.m.
WHAT: Sanageyama continues on the path of "fight everyone in-game at least once"
WARNINGS: nothing. in fact even for a fight this'll be pretty light-hearted ultimately

[Despite having been told to arrive at seven, Sanageyama makes his way out to the Red Branch immediately. Once he's there? He just sits outside, legs crossed, sword on the ground...he's making this needlessly dramatic, because that's pretty much how he operates. But a duel was a duel, and with his schedule for the rest of the day free, it's not like he's missing anything.

...and as much as he'd like to say he was shounen enough to wait it out just sitting there, that is definitely a pair of earphones he's wearing, hooked up to something in his jacket pocket.]

Comments

[trickstar]

[This was certainly poorly planned, because Joseph works in the Red Branch as a waiter. He sees Uzu arrive and sit outside the restaurant, because ... well. It's already slow enough as it is. So at around 4pm, still three hours before the supposed fight, Joseph steps outside the restaurant for a moment, peering over at Uzu.]

Hey, can you like either come in, or go somewhere else? A guy with a sword and all those spikes sitting outside the restaurant is bad for business. I'm working off tips, man.

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Sorry Joseph, can't even hear you trying to get rid of him. Sanageyama must be really enjoying his music, cause he can't hear a thing over these sik jamz his earphones are putting out.]

[trickstar]

Hey. Hey!

[Pokes with his foot.]

Pick it up, or order food!

[ironbuttmonkey]

Eh?? Oi, oi--!

[He removes both earphones, leaving them dangling around the back of his neck.]

What the hell are you doing? You said seven!

[STILL DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING.]

[trickstar]

[Kicks slightly once more because he's an ass.]

Pack up, or order food!! You're scaring customers away! We'll fight at seven, but until then, you can't just hang around outside!

[ironbuttmonkey]

Tch! ...alright, alright.

[THIS IS DUMB. But he stands up, dusting off his pants.]

I'll come inside. But I'm pretty sure I'm not the problem here.

[trickstar]

The problem is today's slow as shit, and I need at least twenty dollars more today to get groceries!

[Ranting, as he walks back into the restaurant. He might have seemed tall and imposing before Uzu stood up, but... Nah, he's still tall and imposing. A little like Gamagori, even. If this is a Joseph Joestar cosplayer, he sure worked for the part.]

Sit down somewhere. I'll get you a menu.

[ironbuttmonkey]

Yeah yeah, I know how it works.

[He is super into this though, isn't he? He couldn't imagine buffing up just for a cosplay though...although he has spent time building his own physique for speed rather than power, so it's probably different for cosplayers.

What a mysterious culture you have, con-goers.

Anyway, he grabs himself a window seat and lays his sword in the chair beside him, popping one of the earphones back in while he waits.]

[trickstar]

[When Joseph makes his way back over, he unceremoniously drops the menu at the table, and pours Sanageyama a glass of water.]

Okay, what are you getting.

[Even though he... Just dropped the menu off.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[Wow, rude.

IN FACT, SO RUDE THAT HE GETS AN IDEA.]

Hey, easy on the attitude. Don't make me report you for poor customer service.

[He picks up the menu, looking it over...slooooooooooooooowly...]

Hm.

[trickstar]

...

[report him for poor customer service?? Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Still, he'll stand here. WAITING. Arms crossed. Foot tapping.]

SURPRISE I DIDNT FORGET ABOUT THIS THREAD

[ironbuttmonkey]

Okay, okay.

[eleven days later i mean after a minute or two.]

...chicken on rye, as plainly as possible. You got that?

i sure as hell did

[trickstar]

Yeah, got it.

[OLLIES OUT. To go give that order to the cook. And maybe make sure to tell the cook to add... a few extra ingredients.

Give it about ten minutes, and it's done. Freshly cooked chicken on nicely toasted rye, with butter. Nothing at all strange here. So it seems. Joseph arrives with the same dour expression as he had on earlier, and slides the plate in front of Sanageyama.]

That's it for now? Mustard, Ketchup, Mayo, anything?

ive been a terrible monkey this month

[ironbuttmonkey]

[He waves his hand in Joseph's face, dismissively.]

No, no, nothing. It's fine as it is.

[ASSUMING HE DID IT HOW HE FUCKIN' TOLD HIM TO.

So just gonna...pick up and take a bite out of his sandwich...]

[trickstar]

[Well.



Can Sanageyama smell spit?]

[ironbuttmonkey]

[NOPE.

GUESS HE'S EATING THIS SANDWICH.

YUM. DELICIOUS.]

[trickstar]

[A small, quiet grin. Because he can wait until Sanageyama finishes the whole thing before telling him.]

Call me if you need anything else.