maskormenacelogs | [OPENish] ~LIFE NEEDS MORE BEACHES & BONFIRES~

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[OPENish] ~LIFE NEEDS MORE BEACHES & BONFIRES~

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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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?"

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?"

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.

He laughs, picking up another marshmallow for himself.

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

"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!?

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."

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!

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!"

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!"

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.

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!

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.

...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."

hey now, he didn't know the do would get him CHOKING. He certainly doesn't see it coming, the fist, the punch, he literally can't see it so- it happens. Why would he suspect something like that when this was so playful? And it's- Josuke, gosh, he's adorable so far if anything. And while he's aware Josuke has some- figure that stands beside him as his ability (though he doesn't know what it can do quite yet.) He doesn't expect the invisible hand that comes upon him.

"Hrk--!" His jaw suddenly doesn't hurt which is- odd, but now his mouth is a LOT more wide and his eyes widen. The marshmallows back to their normal sizes and all the saliva seeping out, he can't stop himself from drooling and coughing, closing his eyes tight.

And yes- he- loses. Coughing and tugging out the marshmallows making it impossible to breathe for the time being only to see that they are- relatively dry...

And whole.

Slowly looks up to him.

Pouts. he doesn't really know how but-

"You cheated."

Josuke's reaction is a reflection of perfect innocence, shoulders raising and falling in a helpless shrug. May as well chew up and swallow his marshmallows now, he's won!

And when he can speak again? He says with a grin, "I'm not sure what you're talking about! Looks to me like you choked. Not my fault you...bit off more than you could chew!"

And besides, it's only cheating if you're caught.

....

Throws a marshmallow at.

Throws a few more.

Each one sticking to Josuke's front and not- falling off.

"Hey!"

He swats at them as they come, but it's...not helping. Why isn't it helping! What the hell kind of crap is this!

"Hey, I said!! Quit that—Hisoka!"

Fine, you wanna play like that? Do you?? He's going for the bag! Try throwing marshmallows when you don't have any more left!

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, it looks to me like those marshmallows are staying there on their own." SLIM STARE.

"Did you get hair gel anywhere else, by chance?" Whoa! Bag, no, balls back, holding the bag up in the air and away from him! Though- still sitting, so he supposes all he has to do is get on his knees- or stand, or something. But then things start to get a little awkward. Won't tickle him but you'll get up that close Josuke? Oh my~

Hisoka, just joking about the product he uses in his hair is gonna land you in trouble!

The clown's slim-eyed stare is matched with a determined one of Josuke's own. He looks at Hisoka, then the bag of marshmallows all too quickly snatched out of his reach, then back at Hisoka.

Forget standing. Forget getting on his knees. Forget the marshmallows completely—why not—and go for broke! Better believe he'll get up close, this is personal. A large arm shooting out for Hisoka's neck! Put that clown in a headlock—sure, great idea! That's just what he'll do!

Head-lock...

...

All right didn't expect that.

He is- definitely in this head lock now and despite a slightly annoyed expression for a few moments he smiles, glancing up, a hand braced on one of Josuke's before the other turns a hand, attaching Bungee Gum from Josuke's chip to- the ground, and activates, yanking his head down to the ground hard.

He doesn't feel.

A. Thing.

Until he feels his face crash into the sand! Thanks, asshole!

Too bad he's not letting go, so you're going down with him!

Yep, felt or saw. And that's fine- actually as soon as his arm lightens up in surprise he'll- yank back and out of the grip, sitting back behind him now and slicking a hand through his hair.

Josuke spits out some sand as he sits up...and hastily grabs for a bottle of water from the nearby cooler. Not. Talking to the clown for a second. Too busy washing the gritty grains from his mouth. Blegh! But then...he shoots Hisoka a look. And grins.

"Guess I asked for that. But seriously! Sticking marshmallows to a guy? Not awesome."

Are they still stuck even? He's...checking. And ignoring a slightly sore jaw. At least the sand was kind of soft!

They are.

"And cheating is? Just what did you do?" A smirk, sitting with his hands up by his mouth, eyes sultry as they look up to Josuke. Yes, just what WAS that ability exactly? It- didn't quite make sense to him at all.

Ugh, totally rude. He fidgets and tries pulling them off...to no avail. Yet again.

"Wasn't cheating, we never agreed on any rules!"

That's his story and he's sticking to it!

...but as for Hisoka's question...

"You unstick these and I'll tell you, how's that for a deal?"

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