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[heavyhitter]

WHO: Joseph & Ramir
WHERE: paintball grounds
WHEN: backdated to july 18th!
WHAT: we suck at tagging in a timely manner so here we are. paintball and Talks.
WARNINGS: probably not!

[ Ramir is pretty sure this is a solid strategy. See a guy you've wanted to talk with for like a month, who you're pretty sure hates you, have a gun in hand, shoot him in the back! It's great. It can't go wrong. Except for all the ways it could, because Ramir is beginning to discover that she sucks at this people management thing.

She's pretty sure he's still over in the out area, and although she's not quite out yet herself, she's suddenly decided that she needs an excuse to head over there. Faulty gear would do it, right? With a quick snap of the barrel of her gun, faulty gear is exactly what she has. She strides over, heading for Joseph's general area without being quite brave enough to look directly at him as she approaches. She's working up to it, okay. ]

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[trickstar]

[Joseph's there, pouting. He had a mission, dammit. And the mission was to get Hisoka OUT of the game. He even planned to team up with Hazel to do it! Do you know how much of a sacrifice of his pride it took to do that?!

Whatever. Joseph leans on his hand as he taps his fingers his leg, fuming a little over being taken out of the game so early. At least his original reason for trying to separate Josuke and Hisoka was talked over with Josuke, so he doesn't feel quite as unabsolved, but still. Maybe a little bitter.

And now she has the audacity to come up to him?! Joseph sneers a little, looking away from Ramir as she gets closer.]

[heavyhitter]

[ Yep, things still suck, as expected. She doesn't have to be actually looking at him to catch the sneer-and-away, peripheral is fine for that. Her sigh is silent, at least, as she braces her gun against the table and starts pretending to try and figure out how to fix it.

She can't just work in silence though, even if she's still not looking over. That's too not-her. ]

Too bad you suck at this, huh?

[trickstar]

I don't suck at this. You just caught me setting up a trap before I could finish it.

[He really did have one planned. With strings and rigged guns and everything.]

[heavyhitter]

Uh, I'm pretty sure if you get shot, it means you suck.

[ oh god, what is she doing, antagonizing him more is not how to make good with someone. she forcibly switches gears. ]

What was the trap for?

[trickstar]

[Yeah, good job Ramir.]

It was for Hisoka. I wanted him out before I got out at least.

[heavyhitter]

[ oh, yeah, she's quizzed Hisoka on that feud. There weren't many juicy details to be gotten from his side of it. She's edging a little more toward curious from guarded. ]

Oh. [ She actually glances over at him, looking a little more carefully. ] Wait, did you seriously get hit twice already? You get three shots.

[trickstar]

...

I get three shots?!

[STANDING UP NOW!!]

[heavyhitter]

Dude, yeah. [ There's a grin picking up now. ] Go finish that trap, catch a clown or whatever.

[ He's not gonna get vengeful about it, right? Should she be wary right now? She eyes him a little cautiously again, just in case. ]

[trickstar]

Before I do-

You came over to me for a reason. You're also not tagged out, and your gun's broken in a stupid way. If we're going to talk, we should do it now.

[heavyhitter]

[ Oh, shit. Her half-assed on-guard hadn't prepared her for that, and she looks startled. ]

It's not broken in a stupid way... [ Yes it is. She glances down at it, a little guiltily, and sets it down. Still looking at it: ] I came over because I fucking miss you.

[trickstar]

[Yeah, surprise, Joseph's actually really perceptive when he's not being fUCKING STUPID.]

... You miss me?

[Which he didn't really expect, because he totally blew up on her, told her he hated her basically- all kinds of things.]

[heavyhitter]

Oh my god, yeah.

[ She leans for exasperated because she'll probably just start crying otherwise. Which might happen eventually anyway, but it doesn't have to be so soon. ]

I kinda thought we were friends, or something.

[trickstar]

I treated you like shit. You shouldn't miss me after all that bollocks.

[heavyhitter]

Yeah, you did, and I'm pissed.

[ She doesn't look too pissed though, more like sort of annoyed for a second or two before deflating again. ]

But I was a dick too and by now I mostly just miss you.

1/2

[trickstar]

[He seems to continue pouting, crossing his arms as he looks her over.]

[trickstar]

[And then he cracks a slight grin.]

... Well, now that we both agree you've been a proper dick, I suppose I can forgive you.

[heavyhitter]

[ She'd glanced over sidelong to catch that slight grin, and it's encouraging. For a while there she thought she'd never see a smile from him again. She half turns toward him, really wanting to go for it and stop giving a shit about any of this, but there's still something weighing on it all. ]

What about you?

[trickstar]

What about me?

[Spit it our, Ramir. He's not psychic- wait. Yes, he is. Spit it out anyway.]

[heavyhitter]

I mean, I was an asshole, but I was an asshole that still wanted to be friends. And you were just done. [ She frowns uncomfortably. ] Okay, look, I'm a badass that doesn't have feelings, but that totally fucking hurt my non existent feelings. I thought we were better friends than you getting pissed and being done with me.

[trickstar]

...

[It's true. He was pretty ready to just be done with her. It would have been a decision he regretted, too.]

You know how before, I said I'm not a good person? I wasn't kidding, you know? I'll have friends, and then I won't. I'll have people who were important to me at some point, and then they aren't. I'm a shitty person, Ramir. In the future, I cheat on my wife with another woman, and I probably didn't care about it until I was told about Josuke. And, if I know myself as much as I do, that probably wasn't the first time.

I figure sometimes people are better off without me. You probably are too.

[He gives a half-hearted shrug and rubs the back of his neck.]

We could start over. But you'd have to be a real glutton for punishment to agree to that.

[heavyhitter]

[ This isn't an issue she's had before. She can usually be convincing enough to make someone like her as much as she likes them — or it's mutual, a slow fade on both ends. She stares down at the gun, trying to figure out what her grandma would do, like, always, and coming up blank. That happens a lot, too. ]

Yeah, I guess I would be. [ Not that it would stop her. She hazards a glance over at him again. ] I don't really half-ass things, you know? Is that gonna fuck me over with you?

[trickstar]

I don't know.

We could find out?

[heavyhitter]

[ The answer is going to be yes whether she wants it to be or not. But still, she should know just how bad an idea it is. She finally sets the gun down for good and turns fully toward him. ]

Are you sorry?

[trickstar]

Of course I am!

[He still does totally feel bad it all happened like this. Even if he's an asshole and he knows it, and he makes bad decisions- he knows he makes them after the fact.]

[heavyhitter]

[ Well, that cinches it. There's literally no way she can say no now. She finally smiles, but it's still tentative. ]

Alright.

Friends again? [ She says it with a hand out, like it's a deal to be shaken on to make official. ]

[trickstar]

[Wrong. No handshakes will be had. This is a hug. You're getting hugged.]

I missed being friends with you but then I was mad for so long it was like I couldn't stop being mad, and then I felt bad about it which just made me feel worse!!

[Is he crying.

Maybe a little. The tears are there, in the corners of his eyes. It seems whenever he makes up with someone he's going to cry.]

[heavyhitter]

[ aw yeah, hugs are the good shit. She's quick to return that, and tightly. She really missed this. ]

You're fucking stupid. But you're a loveable fucking stupid.

[ Joseph doesn't have to face his shame alone, Ramir's totally tearing up too. She at least has her face buried against him to hide it, though. ]

[trickstar]

[It's okay he can wipe away his tears on his scarf later.]

Shut up, I know!

[heavyhitter]

[ She pulls away, but doesn't go far, and keeps both hands knotted into his shirt. She's not done here. She directs a frown up at him. ]

But next time [ and there will totally be a next time, they're too alike for there not to be ] we're gonna fucking talk, okay? I don't want a stupid little Cold War between us again, that was bullshit.

[trickstar]

Fine, fine, we'll talk!

... But what the fuck is a Cold War?

[Okay, he learned about WW2, alright. He pretty much stopped there though, history-wise.]

[heavyhitter]

Oh my god, nevermind.

[ she's so not getting into politics right now, or ever, and also she got what she wanted. She finally drops his shirt again, back to a grin. ]

Do you want help with that trap?

[trickstar]

I'll need you to be the lookout. I can't have him or my son sneaking up on me while I'm setting it!

[heavyhitter]

Hell yeah, I'm on it. [ She goes to grab her gun, then... pauses, eyes on the broken parts. ]

Oh. God, I didn't plan that out very well.

[trickstar]

Yeah, no, you didn't. I don't think even Hamon can fix that...

[heavyhitter]

[ She stares at it for a second, makes a face, and just... twists the metal back into place. It's not a very permanent solution, but it's in at least the right shape. And hopefully Joseph doesn't think too much about it — just those arm-wrestling muscles, right. ]

There. [ good enough ] Let's go!

[trickstar]

...

[Sure, why not.]

Alright!