[OPENish] ~LIFE NEEDS MORE BEACHES & BONFIRES~

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WHO: Josuke, Kaneki, Hazel, Annie, Hide, Reiner, Usagi, Jolyne, Giorno and possibly Hisoka
WHERE: Cape Canaveral Beach
WHEN: Saturday Night, February 7th
WHAT: BONFIRE! BOOZE! ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS! ...skinny dipping?
WARNINGS: Teenagers. Shenanigans. Probably mentions of nudity. TBA IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE!
NOTES: More or less OPEN? I mean, if one of the above characters would have or did invite yours (talk to the muns!) then please come join us! Opener's in prose, but feel free to use whatever works the best!

They'd come from their homes to the military base in Cape Canaveral, and that was where they'd agreed upon meeting one another. The plan from thereon in was simple. (Maybe too simple to start with—Josuke had originally under planned, after all—but thanks to some helpful 'intervention' things were on course and running smoothly.) A hop, skip, and a jump away was the beach, but in order to be sure they were appropriately distanced from military property, those who were able and willing were to visit the garage and borrow vehicles that could be used to usher their small group a little ways down the coastline. And by the time they had all arrived at the designated location—an end of the beach decorated with bits of driftwood and only a very light dappling of footprints—the sky was already beginning to darken. The bands of color that had once streaked the horizon like the layers of a sedimentary rock were now fading to a beautiful blue-grey monochrome; the rippling waves looked less like glimmering silk and more like impenetrable velvet; and the sun was barely a glowing sliver, minutes away from disappearing entirely behind the skyline. It was cool, but not cold, and as the fire was struck, as it reached brightly skyward, flames dancing and crackling, warmth soon began to fan outward. Around the bonfire were blankets and towels for people to sit on. There were snacks of all kinds: marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers, chips, and hot dogs—and there were skewers with which to stab several of these foods. There was a volleyball, too, pairs of binoculars, someone's media player and headphones, and a small cooler full of drinks on ice: water, some selections of soda, and of course...the alcohol. In short, everything anyone calling themselves a 'teenager' might need to cut loose on a Saturday night.

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Let's face it, Josuke isn't hard to find at the bonfire. He's about as social as a puppy starved for attention and needing desperately to wear off some energy, making his rounds among the party-goers and doing his absolute best to see that nobody feels left out!

Chances are he's fixed you a drink at least once—but whether it was a mixed alcoholic beverage in a red plastic cup, or the handy-dandy opening of a tricky soda pop can, he probably tried shoving an ice cube down the back of your shirt while you were distracted!

He's also been busy skewering various things onto sticks for people. Are you hungry? Come join him for a Doritohotdogmarshmallowchocolate snack. Or maybe you'd prefer a s'more made out of barbecue chips? Why are you making those grossed out faces? He has GREAT taste. He knows an Italian chef, for crying out loud, so TRUST HIM. You are going to LOVE dill pickle stuffed marshmallows with chocolate melted on top and crumbled graham cracker!

...okay, you probably won't, but at least there's lots to drink to chase the flavor of week old gym socks from your mouth?

Anyway, if you're not lucky enough to catch him doing any of that stupid stuff, you've probably found yourself roped into playing volleyball with him a little ways away from the fire, or...

Playing Chubby Bunny. You know, the game where you try to shove as many marshmallows into your mouth as you can without laughing? First one to spit 'em out or laugh loses!

[debauchewy]

A Hisoka appears.

Sits next to and-

takes a marshmallow. What was this game then? Oh right-

"Chubby Bunny-" Already laughing a little from how SILLY this is.

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A Hisoka! Wild, probably. But so too is the Josuke!

Not to mention excited by the fact that somebody knows the stupid game he wants to play.

He takes up a marshmallow and pinches it between thumb and index finger.

Grins and says with a challenging tone, "Alright. Rules? Or you brave enough to play anything goes?"

[debauchewy]

He is, watch you, he's a little over your level right now- but maybe not for this sort of battle, he really has no idea what he's in for but it's endearing so far.

His eyes slim, swallowing that first one whole, fine they'll start together.

"What sort of rules could this game even have?"

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Josuke pops his marshmallow into his mouth with gusto and takes up another in hand!

"One chubby bunny! That's a rule for starters, you gotta count!" And he laughs before adding around his second marshmallow as it joins the first, "I don't know, stuff like...no making faces? Tickling? Squishing cheeks?"

Or anything goes.

[debauchewy]

He laughs, picking up another marshmallow for himself.

"Counting, fine- and would you really tickle me, Josuke?" Lifts a brow, smirking at him.

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"NO!" Too loud, too loud.

Swipes a third marshmallow fiercely from the bag.

"I'm just saying! It's a thing people do when they're desperate! I don't gotta pull shit like that to win!"

Takes up a second marshmallow...and in go chubby bunnies numbers three and four at the same time.

Mad skills, Hisoka! Can you match his game!?

[debauchewy]

Laughing, his eyes slim. Actually- rather friendly laughter too, not a -i want to kill you so much- laughter. No one has ever tickled him so he certainly didn't think it'd start now, how cute though, that reaction.

"Don't you? So a fair game then?" A laugh, and he'll do the same. One- two, still- laughing here and there. Three- four.

"Hor chubbeh buhhne."

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Good. GREAT. Because I want to kill you so much laughter might make Josuke spit out his marshmallows while fixing Hisoka with a What the shit is up with you stare.

Don't spoil the game this early on, Hisoka! Not unless you want to wear chewy gooeys.

Fifth marshmallow now. He attempts to say 'no' again, but this time it sounds a lot less intelligible. "Feh shubbeh buhee!"

He makes a gesture with both hands as if to say Forget rules, it's on, and reaches for marshmallow number six!

[debauchewy]

What IS up with Hisoka? We just don't know. But he certainly doesn't want to kill Josuke yet, he's got so much growing to do. Sweet sweet ripening. Yum.

Please don't describe what chewy gooeys are to me ever. Or say it outloud because it may make Hisoka laugh even more.

"Feh shubbeh buhee!" He follows after, his eyes slim face- trying to smile but it's really not working out for him. Shouldn't he be drinking before this? This is so stupid but- rather fun.

Shit- takes his own six, giving a glance to the gesture before shoving that one in his mouth.

"Hikkhh huhhee unhee!"

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Talking about sweet, Josuke decides not to shove marshmallow number six into his mouth, but rather...

Bounces it off Hisoka's forehead instead.

Which is both a great idea and a shitty one because it means almost laughing and losing his marshmallows, so in goes the new number six and seven just so he can keep what's already there from spewing out!

"Hikkhh ung fhehgn!"

[debauchewy]

Bounces off and his eyes widen, surprised before- lifting a hand, swinging a finger, and it appears that the marshmallow that just hit him suddenly- flew from mid air into Josuke's forehead. And now is stuck there...

"Hhrk-" A laugh that ends up being somewhat of a choke. You cheat.

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Stuck! What! No way!

Josuke, with cheeks puffed and full of overly soft and melty globs of sweetness, attempts to pry the marshmallow from his head...

To no avail.

"WHAGH GUH FUGG!"

Kicks sand at!! But you better believe that's just the distraction, because oh clown, he's pulling out Crazy Diamond for this! You got too close to his hair, this means war!

[debauchewy]

Yeeeeehhh no sand, hell no. His hands lift and spread and the sand seems to just- stop, in mid air, making this sort of sand wall infront of him before suddenly dropping.

Crazy Diamond wha- he can't see shit and has no mind to use Gyo for it right now either. Just is sort of- laughing, and choking, and feeling his eyes start to water from the strain in his mouth.

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...alright, that is a cool trick. The sand wall. Although by the time it falls, Josuke's got his Stand positioned beside Hisoka.

It's cheap resorting to things like this, he knows it, but when you get too close to messing with a guy's prized do, you pretty well bring it upon yourself! So it's time for a hard lesson, Hisoka! In the form of a very pale blue and pink fist—

DORARA!

—smashing into that mouth of yours! Literally into, in fact. It'll feel kind of like a sudden pop, almost like maybe there should have been some pain but there isn't? If Hisoka's had any aches there lately, they'll ebb completely! But the real target? The marshmallows!

Which seem to react almost instantly. Saliva slipping back out of them one at a time, their shapes returning to normal as they seemingly squish and push around inside Hisoka's mouth with a life of their own!

Meanwhile, Josuke's picking up another marshmallow and pushing it into his mouth.

"Eaghff."

[goldenlegacy]

Okay. Josuke may know an Italian Chef but Giorno is Italian (kind of), and he's pretty sure that has nothing to do with Doritos being mixed with marshmallows which oh my god why. So he just kind of watches Josuke for a while, becoming increasingly frownie faced at the bizarre combinations, until he finally...

...has to say something.

Something like, "S'mores are made with graham crackers, not tortilla chips. Aren't they?" Yeah, they are. He knows they are. Not that he's ever made one... or maybe he has.

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"I know how they're made!" Slightly huffy as he defiantly squishes the marshmallow in hand between two zesty Dorito chips. A big glob of melty chocolate oozes out one side and drips down into the firepit where it promptly begins to bubble. "This is how I'm making them, though. Gotta keep things interesting."

And he thrusts his concoction at Giorno.

"Here, you eat it! It's great."

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Giorno just kind of. Stares at that.

"I'm not eating that." He really isn't. And to punctuate this point, he grabs a dorito and eats it in a pure, non-marshmallowed, non-chocolatey form. "You can eat it."

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"Are you seriously wussing out?"

Josuke shakes his head before drawing back his hand and looking down at the bizarre mess he's put together. He seems to be second guessing himself before he takes a look back at Giorno...and then stubbornly shoves the 'desert' into his own mouth.

Totally great. Look at him enjoying it. So...globby and crunchy. You're missing out, Giorno.

(But your taste buds are probably thanking you for saying no.)

"Mmmmmm." Blegh!!

[goldenlegacy]

"I'm seriously refusing to eat that, yes. If you'd like to describe that as wussing out, feel free." Talk about overdramatic with your food. Besides, when did he even volunteer to eat toxic waste like that?

"Generally, it's best to stick to preapproved dessert recipes!" For example, no nacho cheese in your marshmallow treats. "Unless you're a chef." And you aren't, Josuke. You aren't.

Giorno munches another dorito which, in fairness, is also a bit like toxic waste, but at least it doesn't have chocolate on it.

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Giorno, it's a party, being dramatic is a prerequisite!

"I know a chef, that's good enough!"

No, no it isn't. At all. In fact, Tonio would probably threaten him for trying to feed anybody this garbage. And rightfully so, too. All this junk is bound to screw up taste buds, cause bloating and gas or other stomach-related issues, not to mention the total energy bust that'll come from it...but none of that stops Josuke.

"Besides, I preapproved this recipe." Wishing right now that he hadn't. 'Toxic waste' really is a good description of it. Which is probably why he's reaching for a drink, cracking it open, and gulping back a huge sip.

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Yeah, no, still not buying the drama over dorito-chocolate-mallows. He refuses to refer to them as s'mores even in his own head.

"Knowing is not being." For example, he knows a vampire and yet he is not a vampire. See how that works? He watches that somewhat desperate drink and gives a little sigh before pushing a second one over in Josuke's direction. Probably going to need more at the rate he's going.

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Josuke eyes the offered drink before polishing off his first and picking up the second can.

"Fine, fine...you want a proper s'more? I can make those just fine."

He can be an ace campfire chef when he wants to be, okay? He just likes experimenting with his food. Nothing wrong with that! You'd be amazed at some of the hideous looking things that actually taste really damn good, Giorno! ...or, at least, most people would be. You might not be because you're never really amazed much by anything.

[goldenlegacy]

Yeah, he thought you might want that. No offense, Josuke.

"I can make s'mores myself." He thinks. Actually, campfire food is a little weird to him, but that's not to say it's bad. Just different. It's true, though, that things rarely amaze him. It's difficult to top Diavolo.

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"Man, I'm not offering 'cause I think you're incapable, I'm just trying to be nice."

But you know what, Giorno? G'head and make yourself a s'more. In fact, here. Let Josuke pass you the marshmallows to do so with!

One by one as he tosses them at your head.

...he gets points if he gets it in a donut, right?