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goneawayworld2020-12-27 07:13 pm
runes_brand) wrote in goneawayworld2020-12-27 07:13 pm
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[closed] Dispose of your trash safely
Who: Brand, Kokichi
What: Brand and Kokichi have their second encounter, then form an alliance
Where: the hallways, a more secure location
When: a few days after Brand's arrival
Warnings/Notes: Swearing, a grown man stuffing a teenager into a trash can
Brand has held his tongue and made an effort to not stomp on any more toes after his introduction to "the team" (ugh), but it's going to be awhile before the aftershocks of that first impression fade. The fact that he's very good at what he does will eventually work in his favor, but he hasn't been here long enough to prove that yet.
But while he waits to become tolerable in the eyes of the people he's being forced to work with (and, to be fair, are being forced to work with him), he's got a job to do. A calling to attend. A fucking purpose that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to. And that means he needs to talk to a particular little shit who doesn't seem to have gotten an answer about a hole he's pointed at.
And he spots that little shit conveniently near a trashcan. It's almost poetry.
"Kokichi, right?"
What: Brand and Kokichi have their second encounter, then form an alliance
Where: the hallways, a more secure location
When: a few days after Brand's arrival
Warnings/Notes: Swearing, a grown man stuffing a teenager into a trash can
Brand has held his tongue and made an effort to not stomp on any more toes after his introduction to "the team" (ugh), but it's going to be awhile before the aftershocks of that first impression fade. The fact that he's very good at what he does will eventually work in his favor, but he hasn't been here long enough to prove that yet.
But while he waits to become tolerable in the eyes of the people he's being forced to work with (and, to be fair, are being forced to work with him), he's got a job to do. A calling to attend. A fucking purpose that he couldn't ignore even if he wanted to. And that means he needs to talk to a particular little shit who doesn't seem to have gotten an answer about a hole he's pointed at.
And he spots that little shit conveniently near a trashcan. It's almost poetry.
"Kokichi, right?"