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maskormenacelogs2016-05-26 07:16 pm
inchesofevil) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-05-26 07:16 pm
waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain
WHO: Duncan & Kotetsu
WHERE: Heropa, you know, somewhere
WHEN: Thursday 5/26
WHAT: Florida is literally the worst and so is still having to take the bus everywhere because you JUST FAILED YOUR DRIVER'S PERMIT TEST
WARNINGS: N/A
[Duncan is really starting to hate Florida. It's in the south but it's not Southern, the food's terrible, the culture's bland even where it does exist, and it doesn't even have nice enough weather to make up for any of that. He might be incapable of ever feeling uncomfortably warm, but he can still tell it's muggy as shit down here, because it doesn't have to be hot for the air to feel oppressively heavy and suffocating. Basically, Florida is terrible no matter how you look at it.
Currently, he is waiting at an uncovered bus stop, looking extremely surly and glaring down at his phone as he navigates through a playlist with one hand, the other in the pocket of his motorcycle jacket. One earbud is in, the other hanging loose over his shoulder, and the quiet sound of distorted guitar can be heard if you listen closely.
It might seem odd that he's wearing a jacket in this muggy-ass weather, but it's at least somewhat justified when the clouds suddenly open up and start pouring down rain.
He pauses, and then turns to look up at the sky as though it has just slapped him in the face and this is a Personal Offense.]
Are you for fucking real right now, Florida.
WHERE: Heropa, you know, somewhere
WHEN: Thursday 5/26
WHAT: Florida is literally the worst and so is still having to take the bus everywhere because you JUST FAILED YOUR DRIVER'S PERMIT TEST
WARNINGS: N/A
[Duncan is really starting to hate Florida. It's in the south but it's not Southern, the food's terrible, the culture's bland even where it does exist, and it doesn't even have nice enough weather to make up for any of that. He might be incapable of ever feeling uncomfortably warm, but he can still tell it's muggy as shit down here, because it doesn't have to be hot for the air to feel oppressively heavy and suffocating. Basically, Florida is terrible no matter how you look at it.
Currently, he is waiting at an uncovered bus stop, looking extremely surly and glaring down at his phone as he navigates through a playlist with one hand, the other in the pocket of his motorcycle jacket. One earbud is in, the other hanging loose over his shoulder, and the quiet sound of distorted guitar can be heard if you listen closely.
It might seem odd that he's wearing a jacket in this muggy-ass weather, but it's at least somewhat justified when the clouds suddenly open up and start pouring down rain.
He pauses, and then turns to look up at the sky as though it has just slapped him in the face and this is a Personal Offense.]
Are you for fucking real right now, Florida.
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Which, of course, means that he's even less prepared than Duncan for the sky to suddenly start leaking.]
Awwww man, c'mon. Now?
[The rain even feels kind of nice, except for the part where he's gonna spend the next half an hour or so with wet, sticky clothes. Why this, why him. :c]
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[turns to look at Kotetsu] When the fuck did you get here?
[as always with duncan, the language doesn't indicate harshness. that sounds perfectly casual tone-wise.]
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....Uhhhh nnnnnnnnowwwwwww???
[It's amazing what inflection can do to two instances of the same word.]
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Shit, I didn't even hear you come up.
[he pockets his phone and takes out the other earbud, letting both hang. and then also zips up his jacket and makes sure his collar is popped up correctly so the rain can't run down his back.]
You don't have a driver's license here either, huh?
[that's an assumption, because why else would you be waiting for the bus like this]
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[Though now that he's been here for over two years maybe he should start rethinking that. 8|a It's just something he'd gotten used to and not really thought too much about.]
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[and there it is, the sudden influx of real outrage in his voice.]
First, they want a shitload of documents that you don't fucking have because you're an ImPort, and they won't goddamn listen when you try to explain why you don't have them, and it takes for-fucking-ever to talk to someone who can actually fucking help you and tell you what you need to have, and then when you come back with all the documents they spring on you that actually the license you have on you doesn't count as proof that you've passed all your shit before because it says your birthdate is 2024, so they make you go through the entire process of earning your license all fucking over again!
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...Geez. Sounds like a pain in the ass.
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Fucking tell me about it!
They're making me get a learner's permit all over again and--fucking--
I've had a license since I was 16 and I fucking failed the permit test! What the fuck!
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[It's been what, 25 years or something like that? Damn.]
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[it's actually a matter of being from Texas and having a slightly different set of traffic laws to memorize, along with driving so long he's forgotten some of the more commonly ignored rules.]
Just like this fucking rain, and the fucking bus being fucking late.
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Man, I swear, it was clear like, ten minutes ago.
[Why isn't this bus stop covered, how could this happen to him, etc.]
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Man, fuck Florida.
[Is that the bus coming though? Thank goodness. he doesn't even care if it's the right bus or not, he's getting on.]
i'm laughing bc i just remembered he knows dunc's murdersecret
[...]
There are good bars?
[He doesn't know you can't get drunk, sorry bro.]
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Hah! Good bars! Nice one.
[bus stops, doors open, and Duncan's lucky it is his bus because he's not even checking before climbing on to get out of the rain.
which means the rest of his sarcasm is delivered over his shoulder while climbing on board and paying his fare.]
Good bars. You're a regular comedian.
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Youuuuu...don't drink?
[Kotetsu has similarly failed to check tbh. Luck saves the day as he winds up taking a seat next to Duncan, despite his sudden inexplicable hostility.]
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He runs his hands through his hair to try and get some of the water out of it, wipes his hands on his thighs even though his jeans are pretty much soaked too.]
No, dude, I'm fucking Texan, I drink like a goddamn fish.
But for some fucking reason this universe decided that, instead of being able to voluntarily heal anyone, I should only involuntarily heal myself.
And technically alcohol is slowly poisoning yourself, so. [gestures toward Kotetsu like "there you go." he drinks, his body heals it. that's the situation.]
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...Oh. Well, that sucks.
[...]
There's pretty good pizza, though. Plus, Heropa's got a lot of great ice cream places for beating the heat with....
[hE'S TRYING]
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The heat's never really bothered me, though.
[both times Kotetsu has met him so far, Duncan's been in long sleeves and a motorcycle jacket. maybe that made sense in January, but Florida's spring showers won't exactly cool you off. it's fucking muggy and hot and Duncan's still in a leather jacket and claiming the heat doesn't bother him.]
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Superpower thing?
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he has never really stopped to consider that his heat tolerance is abnormal.]
Huh?
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[Duncan might notice now that his attention's been drawn to it that hey, his bus partner is definitely sweating a bit.]
I mean. You're wearing a jacket. That'd be like, a one-way ticket to heatstroke city for me.
[He's not even wearing a tie today, it's that gross.]