2/12/2003

01:14 AM

Logfile from Tomite.

 

Drunken Master Tavern

Despite its location, stepping into this tavern almost feels as though one is stepping back through time. Rice paper screens adorned with vistas of small villages and rolling hills have been set up to create an entryway of sorts, a space for the patrons' shoes sitting next to the small alcove that contains the ID check station. Overhead, the lights have been designed to mimic paper lanterns, the light gentle and somewhat dim.

Stepping out of the 'hallway' into the bar itself, one first notices the walls adorned with bits and pieces of armor and weaponry from ancient China. The far wall is taken up with a modern wood and brass bar and matching stools, the lights dimmed in an attempt to keep the atmosphere comfortably muted. Booths painted in shades of dark brown and black take up the opposing wall, each booth bearing a scene from Ancient China painted on the back. A few tables are scattered around the center of the room, extra chairs stacked at the end of the bar should they ever be needed.

Hikitsu is here.

Obvious exits:

Exit

 

ID? Check? Check. He is thru! Chase tips his hat to the bouncer in a cordial greeting of sorts. "Thankee kindly." He slips through the hallway and into the tavern-area proper with a broad grin of one who has just made his way into the promised land. And there are no Inami's here to scoff at the fake ID. Seeing an opening at the bar, he slides right on up to the stool and orders something. Something hard. Something good.

 

And something illegal. Suddenly, a Large Shadow lurks behind the dark-haired /boy/... "What are you doing?" Gravelly Voice! Gravelly Voice! Deep, Dark, Scaaaaaaary Gravelly Voice! Yeah, in your dreams. It's just Brice, arms folded and one finger tapping his forearm, not looking angry but rather like he's Expecting An Answer. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Yeah, he was already there, and lurking in a booth - nothing like a shadowy booth for lurking.

Chase tenses, and slowly turns about upon the bench, only to look up, up, up at Brice. "Heeeey! Big brother! Totally knew you were there. I was just waiting for you to come on over. Took you long enough." He waves a hand to the 'tender, "Set up the looming fellow with another of whatever he is having, eh?" Bright, broad, toothy smile. "Bedtime? Sure you shouldn't be looking up /Ash/ about that." Nope, won't be angsty about it. Nope. Refuse to. Can't do it.

 

Suboshi walks in from the street.

 

Which would be something even more illegal. He keeps a quarter of an eye on the glass the bartender hands him so he doesn't drop it in mid-pass, but he's focusing most of his attention on Chase - and he's amused, although he's hiding it. "Now, I'm not sure what nocturnal actitivies /you've/ been getting yourself into, otouto, but you can bet that I'm not telling you the details of mine." Oh, Bricey's feisty tonight. "And I don't think you want to know." There. Let the kid stew over that for awhile. Brice takes a seat on the stool next to Chase, taking a calm sip of his drink. In his old home, you learned to drink hard - and young. "And of /course/ you knew I was here, when I could've broken your neck at any second." Sheesh, he's /really/ getting a kick out of baiting Chase tonight, isn't he? Fun. "Anyway, what's going on with you? Kill anyone yet?"

Chase smirks, takes the shot in hand, eyes it for a long moment, and then throws the drink back with an 'Ahhhhhh!' Glass is dropped back to the bar and he is waving for another. More. Must have more. The teenager snickers though, flickering a glance askance to Brice. "I might just be scared out of my gourd, brother-mine." At the neck comment, he shakes his head from side to side. "Never mind the fact that I can tell exactly where you are to within a couple of city /blocks/ of where I'm at. Why else did you think I chose this hole-in-the-wall over the dance club a block away?" He rolls his eyes, smiling most happily as the next shot arrives. "You talking about that Byakko? Nope. I'm glad Suna has himself a boyfriend now. Does him good. Of course, I don't go launching myself at Little John's barriers and break my leg now." *cough*

 

Matt is just going to sit and drink. Yep. Women tend to have that to you. Within moments, he's got the sake lined up, and he's just going to look into it for a bit before he begins to drink. Women, mikos, and brothers. The combination is mind boggling.

 

... Oooooooooooooooh, Chase is so toast. "Don't worry, I'll break it for you one of these days." Ah, brotherly love. Be glad the world doesn't run on it. "And go easy on that stuff, little boys can't hold their liquor." Ouch, the shots are getting lower and lower. "If I've scared you, more's the better. And forget the dance club, if we go there I'm gonna have a migraine." And he too drains his glass and gestures for another - Brice Brice Brice, aren't you the one who barely has enough to pay for food, room, and books? What're you doing running up a bar bill? "Yeah, it's a good thing 'Suna's stopped pining. Looked like he would've gone after /you/ there for awhile." Now that's not teasing - that's just fact. "Anyway, what'd you wanna do?" But then... oh good grief, a Solitary Figure Deep in Despair. And one he knows. "...Matt, what're you doing?" His voice is loud enough to be heard where Matt's sitting, but not disturb the other people in the place.

 

Chase flickers a looks askance at Brice, dark eyebrows arching up for his hairline at the 'ol boy. He chuckles softly, reaching to take the shot glass in his hand, "After me? That'd be new." But, he does smooth a hand over the front of his shirt though as a bit of a preen. Well. "Want to do? Here will work, as long as you don't bust me." But, he turns to look at who Brice is calling to, voice dropping to a stage-whisper, "Who is that?"

Matt looks up from his sake, giving a half grin at the two Genbu.  "Hi, uh.. nothin'. Just had it out with Tori..er.. I think. Long story, she's just a little pissed off at me, so I figured I'd just go have a drink or ten. Looks like you got a good start on me, though. Thought I'd go lookin' for aniki, though, in a bit."  He's had a rough couple of days, and it really shows.  "'Sides, gotta work off my hangover."  This is given a grin.  "Somewhere where I wouldn't get told on." 

 

THUD. Brice really feels like tossing Matt in a vat of cold water right now. "That's Matt, or Suboshi - one of the Seiryuu twins," he explains sotto voce to his pseudo-sibling. "Who's apparently had a hell of a time." He shakes his head and stands up, moving over next to Matt to give him a closer inspection. Eyes, bloodshot; skin, kinda clammy; doesn't look completely there. Drunk, or on the way to being so. "Well, you're not driving any time soon, that I'll tell you. And I don't envy you, Tori's one I wouldn't like having pissed off at me." One more look convinces him that it might not even be safe for the guy to /walk/. Likely to get mugged or knifed or something... Or someone'd try it and get a really nasty surprise. So while he hates to break his own brother-bonding time, he feels like he has to offer. "If you tell me where he is, I could go get him. Or we could call him." There's gotta be a pay phone around somewhere.

 

Now, it'd be real nice for Matt to answer, but he nearly falls from his stool, and it's not from drinking. "Oh hell!"  O_O Ok, something's definitely amiss in Seiryuuville.  "Uh... yeah, well.. uh.. I think I know where he is now. Shit. SHIT!"  He's just going to run for the door now.  "Uh, sorry, guys," is said hastily as he waves to the other Genbu.  "Uh, sorry to just run. Look, sake's paid for, have at. I'm gettin' a cab. Uh.."  And the last thing that's heard as he heads for the door? "God frickin'.."

Chase turns upon his stool to watch Brice with Matt, the boy lifting a hand to wave at the Seiryuu. "Nice to meet you, Matt. I'm Chase." He flashes him a smile before being handed another drink. Mmmm. "I swear I won't tell, so you can trust me on that. Just as long as you keep from telling on me, my friend." Shot glass is raised to Matt, head is bobbed, and down the hatch it goes.

 

Suboshi leaves to go someplace else.

 

Aaaaaaaaaand... that was weird. Very weird. All of a sudden he's standing next to an empty chair and feeling very sorry for any random passerbys that bump into Matt on the way to... wherever he's going. Kai. Just leave it at that. Nothing else could make the violent twin behave like that. Brice glances back at Chase and waves a hand at the sake. "Want any?" He picks up one of the traditional shallow cups its served in, looking at it with an idly amused expression - he hasn't had it in this life, but he's beginning to remember how it tastes. "Kampai." And down the hatch. Set the saucer-thingy down. Nod. "You know what? Let's go. I need to walk around tonight." And do weird things.

 

Chase blinks after the fleeing Matt, wincing. His gaze draws back to Brice, chuckling softly at the antics of the Seiryuu. He slides from the bench with a little bobble to join his brother to enjoy a bit of what Matt left behind. Had it /plenty/ of times. But it is the rice wine his grandma always produces that you really need to watch out for. He drinks down one. places it back on the bar, and gives Brice his widest, most crooked grin next. "Sure thing. I hold you up and you hold me up, 'k?"

 

"Why do I get the feeling that I'll end up carrying you when you're unconscious?" Ahh, he's just teasing. He picks up another saucer and drinks it quickly, amazingly not showing the affects of the alcohol yet - and he was drinking before Chase got there, too. Maybe he's just got high tolerance or something. "Know anywhere to go?"

 

Because Chase is so much more easier to carry? If he tried to carry Brice about, big brother's hair would drag in the sidewalk, and there would be no end to the snarls. It wouldn't be a pretty sight at all. "Uhm... mmmmmm. Sure. I know a place." And the devilry that lurks in his eyes bodes nothing good at that. "Come on." He reaches over to try to drape an arm over Brice's shoulders. Of course, Brice would need to walk slumped over to do so.

 

Brice is NOT cutting the knots out of his hair. You know how long it took him to get it this long in the first place?! He's rub some very unpleasant stuff in Chase's own scalp for that. And he sees the look in his eyes. "Why do I not trust the place you wanna go?" But hey, it's tonight! To /vast/ surprise, he grins! "Which means I think I'll like it even more. And yeah, me carrying you - like you seem to want me to do now." And he glances with a bit of ironic amusement down at Chase - for the younger boy has to raise himself on his tiptoes to try and "sling an arm over his shoulder."

 

So Chase is a little smaller. So what? Anana has pink hair! Chase flashes him  a broad grin, and then leads him out.

 

You walk into The Pink Pussycat.

The Pink Pussycat

The stark white walls seem to accentuate the rather risque merchandise that fills the store. Never mind the plastic dummy suspended from the ceiling by chains and leather straps in a black lace teddy and gimp mask.

Only in this section of the city are such wares on open display, just about anything related to 'relational recreation and fantasies'. From costumes to funky assessories, kinky candies to other sexual aides. The proprietors here however are dressed normal enough and can even help customers find whatever it is they are looking for with a completely straight face.

Obvious exits:

Exit

 

Hikitsu walks in from the street.

 

Chase is beaming near from ear to ear as he directs Brice into The Store. "They don't have these in Montana. This girl showed me it the other day after picking me up in the 'Lamb. And then she promptly left me on the curb. But... anyway, that's besides the point. Just... /look/." Wow, eh?

 

Brice glances around this, er, new place, face blank. For a full minute. Then he turns to Chase, face still completely expressionless, but somehow conveys that He Wants An Answer Right Now.

 

Chase blinks at The Look, and then dissolves into laughter. "Gawd, I sure wish I had a camera. Come /on/." He then proceeds to tug on Brice's sleeve to drag him further within. "You should have /seen/ what she put on. Leather and straps and... it was something right out of-" Uh. *cough* "Something I clearly have never seen before because I'm just a teenager."

 

And he's tugged. This seems to be a recurring theme, like the Genbu Girls snuggling him, or being late for work. And he chooses to ignore that last statement - because the truth is, he's a college senior and yes he /does/ have hormones this time around. They DEFINITELY didn't have stuff like this where he comes from! He stays mute, interest getting the better of him and starting to look around... and it's VERY apparent that he's picturing someone *coughAshcough* wearing some of that stuff. Heh... Bad boy.

 

Chase, inevitably, drags him over to the edible area. Yes, edible. Many, many edible things. "See this? Can you even believe that they /make/ stuff like this around here?" *snicker* "If I ever see that girl again... " But then a hand is pointing over to a rack on the other side of the store. "Heh?"

 

No, Brice canNOT believe it. So he just stares. This is pushing things a little. He turns around, only to be confronted with a rack of "toys" - and Chase's hand, pointing to something that's... definitely /not/ something one would wear on the streets. Down goes the jaw, wide go the eyes, and "Oh damn!" goes the mouth. Hey, it's his first time. And while he honestly doesn't think he's into the S&M stuff (hasn't had an opportunity to try anything out yet in any genre), he caaaaaaaan't help a little "Ash wearing /that/... Good Christ..." out. Hey, maybe it's the exposed skin idea. ;) Have fun, Chase.

 

Chase was looking most enviously at the leather, but then Brice had to go say that about Ash. "D'oh! Watch what you say about her!" And he is reaching over to thump Brice with the heel of his hand in the forehead. "For shame. A little respect for the miko." His mind simply doesn't make the jump from the stuff around here to Ash. Ugh. Poor miko. "Dirty old man." But, his eyes alite upon something else, and like a bouncing Puck, he is moving to a counter. "Oh! Brice! Check it out. Tattoos!"

 

Hey, they're dating! And they've already slept... on the same couch. Yes, fully clothed. But still, they're dating, he's a college senior, and she doesn't have a bad figure. Allow him a little room. Brice rubs his forehead where Chase thumped it. "She wouldn't go for it, and really I don't think I'd want her to, but come on, give me a break." And a pause... "Wait a sec, tattoos?" He moves up beside his brother to look; this is another one of those things they didn't have down south.

 

Chase refuses to imagine the miko in any of this stuff. Ack. There are just some things that don't compute. But, it is the pictures that gather his attention. Tribal, pictures, little images. "Ohhhhh, damn. Would you look at this stuff." He points to a tiny picture of a angle. "You need all the help you can get, buddy. You should get this." Wouldn't Genbu be proud.

"No. You can get the tattoo." Bluntness time. Brice does /not/ want vibrating needles poking at his skin. He refused to even get his ears pierced with the rest of the boys in his town at a time they were all trying to "rebel." He just shook his head and went on rebelling the right way. "Besides, I'm broke." He's not afraid of needles - he just doesn't want one.

 

Chase gives Brice a broad grin, digs a hand into his pocket, and then pulls out quite the wad of bills. Ohhhh, someone is flush. "Just finished a job yesterday 'n I got payed right fine. Come on. It'll be on me." Book is paged through. "So, maybe not the angel... how about a kitten? Oh! Or we can find one with a little green turtle copulating with a snake. Think they got one of those?" Uh... yeah.

 

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Brice reaches out and quickly and very firmly shuts the book, not caring if Chase got his hand out of the way or not. "I don't think they do. And I'm not going into debt for something that's going to be stuck on my skin for the rest of my life and which a lot of people will freak out over." Namely his family.

Chase is quick, even when drunk. And so the fingers just /barely/ make it out from the book before they are squashed flat. Awww. He shoots a curious look at Brice, a grin still playing at the corners of his lips. "No? But it'll be fun. Just imagine all the times people will ask to see it. It'll be great."

 

"You're planning something. I know it." That little grin is unmistakable. "And I never trust that - I was always the one getting our butts out of danger after you 'planned' something. And besides, where the freakin' hell would I /put/ it?" No, not far down, uncomfortable! "Nowhere I'd have to strip to show it!" He'll only do that for Ash - and not that even for a long time.

Chase blinks at him for a long moment. "You are stressing about where you would put it? Man. They can put stuff like that /anywhere/. Your back, arm, ankle, wrist, chest. It doesn't matter. Me? I'd be getting one right /here/." And so, he jacks up his shirt and pulls down the waistline of his pants to show a hip bone. "Although, I dunno what I'd get. Hrm..."

 

Brice groans. He doesn't get it. "Look, Chase. 'Nowhere I'd have to strip' basically means /nowhere/. It's /winter/. We're covered head to freakin' toe with various pieces of clothing to keep us warm. So the only options are face, neck, or hands, and it's illegal to get tattoos on your hands in this country-" somehow he knows that "-so that means face or neck and that means HELL NO."

 

Chase facepalms at Brice. "You are absolutely no fun at all. What happened to the guy I knew all that time ago. Huh?" He blinks, takes a long step back, and then chuckles, "You're scared to. That's it, isn't it? Can't handle the needle."

 

"What about just now in the bar?" Brice shoots back as a challenge to hte no-fun thing. "I just don't want one." But then comes... Dun dun DUUUNNNNNNN! The Accusation! His eyes narrow and his face turns pale, then slightly reddish in ticked off-ed-ness. "I ain't scared." Oh dang, he's reverted to Southern phrasing - it's serious.

 

Chase lifts his chin, straightens the hat. "Good. Then you can prove it by getting a tattoo with me. Because otherwise I'd have to start calling you a nancing needle-woose or something." A glance to the book. "So, what're we getting?"

 

"Fine." Hand goes plunk down on the book. Opens it up. Pages through. Then gets a better idea. "Wait... not the same thing. What about..." Brice glances around, looking for... Good, there's paper and pens set out nearby for people to try and draw customized tattoos. He grabs one of each, closes his eyes for a long moment, then quickly starts scratching at the paper. After about a minute, he's sure it's right, and he slides it across the counter so Chase can see it. "That." It's a drawing of the kanji "kyo," or emptiness - Tomite's kanji. "For you, at least." He's getting his memories back, good boy.

 

Chase blinks at the paper and then blinks back at Brice. "Eh? But I've already got one of those on my back." And in all of Chase's inebriated bliss, the proceeds to actually begin removal of his shirt to show Brice exactly where the silly thing is. "At least, it was back there last time I checked." He twists around to try to get a look. Kanji on the back... difficult as hell to see.

 

If he ever felt like sweatdropping, it's now. He's holding his liquor much better than the otouto, it seems. "I know where it is. Keep your shirt on - literally." He plucks the hem of the shirt out of Chase's grasp and tugs it back in place. "At least until you're in the back room. Never mind, it was just a suggestion." And he props Chase up against the counter so they can go back to looking at the book.

 

Chase is being clothed by his brother. Isn't that sweet?! Now /that/ is brotherly love, or something. "No? Well... okay." Shirt is back on, and the ladies in the store don't have to worry about the half-clothed teenager. Hey, he has an /archer's/ upper body. Nice. He peeps at the book and abruptly finds something. Finger jabs, "That!" Book is grabbed and he is bobbling for the back room.

 

And guess who shows up?  He has a knack for these things, you see, and he enters, wearing his usual outfit, walking up to the counter with his lazy stride and peering at the shop. "....Hi."

 

"What the hell- Come back here you!" And it's off to chase the brother, the wonderful brother of weird...! But look, Big Man shows up! "Gah! Come on! Before he does something incredibly dumb!" He didn't get to see Chase's pick before the smaller boy went bobbing away, and truthfully he doesn't trust it until he does - Chase has already proved he's inebriated. So, in a complete turn of events from leg-breaking day, he grabs John's wrist and pulls the big seishi after him - if John'll move, that is.

 

Chase shoves the book at the tattoo artist, pointing out the picture once more. The woman there grunts something and then points to the chair. And without further ado, Chase is scrambling up and yanking down on his beltline to show off the spot on the front left side. "There." Fist-full of money is tossed down as well. The artist grunts again and gets the needle ready with the right ink. With a most delighted grin on his face, he waves a hand to John. "Looking for edible underwear too?" But the artist starts in, and he is wincing. Ow.

 

John tails after as he's pulled, wide-eyed. "Huh?"  He asks, bobbing along after the terrible duo.  Isn't dumb and chase redundant, anyways?  "Edible.. Undewear?"

 

"Damnit, Chase! You're drunk! You don't get tattoos when you're drunk, at least not without talking to other people first!" And by 'other people' Brice mostly meant himself, but it's a bit too late. He just groans and gives up. "At least show me what you picked." Then he finally gets around to the all-important question John session. "What're you doing here?" Not angry, just inquisitive.

 

"Yes, I am. And who didn't' stop me, hrm?" See, Chase can twist this right on back on Brice if he so wanted. "Ohhhhh, come on. You know you are going to enjoy this. I..." *wince* "Ouch" That's smarts. But, eventually, the artist finishes, care is taken and Chase rolls off the table walking a little carefully. "Your turn, Brice."

 

"Guess who /tried/ to stop you?" He can get in retorts, too. Especially ones that are true. "And something tells me you should be screaming in a little more agony." Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. One glance at John is all he needs - he turns his eyes politely (and quickly) away. "Oh yeah? Of what, big guy?" Yeah, he's decided to go through with it - but he's going to get something he knows he won't grow to detest. He doesn't care if Chase says it's too little. Brice pulls off the outer two layers of sweater-thing and jacket and clinbs into the chair, pushing up his left sleeve and explaining just what he wants. And then closes his eyes (and grits his teeth) as the woman changes needles and gets to work.

 

Chase is still walking a bit gingerly, his pants open. With Inami's gut and Tomite's hip-bones showing, it is getting to be quite the show around here. "Check it out." He tugs down a little on the boxers to show the... the lips tattooed there. Yes, lips. A woman's lips. Like lipstick, only permanent and in a dark red. "They didn't have any turtles copulating with a snake." A suggestion, "How about a hula girl. Think you could make it dance?"

John tugs at his whiskers, lowering his shirt.  "Of something I like." He grunts, leaning against a wall and watching, fascinated.  "Wow."  Lips. Gosh. Is the big guy turning a little red?

 

Brice just gives the tattoo a look - then turns away. Not saying anything.

 

Chase eyes John, and then Brice. He curiously watches the transformation of Brice's new tat. But, he adds. "I've got to show this to Suna. Maybe he'll like it too."

None too soon for Brice's taste, the woman's done, everything's cleaned up, and she can stand up - which he does, pulling down his sleeve. He's not showing until Chase begs. "He might, at that - and you might want to make him do that to Dylan. All right, your turn." And he picks up his discarded outerwear and moves out of John's way, somewhat interested to see what he wants.

 

John peers at the rules, itches his belly, and is informed that he's too hairy to have a tattoo in that particular location.  So, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a brawny arm that a quarterback would envy, he forks out some money.  "I want.." He pauses, grinning widely. "A cookie."

 

Chase squints at Brice, trying to make out what he got. Bah. But, at John, he laughs. "Oh? Chocolate chip or peanut butter? Or one of those Oreo kinds?"

 

"And how big? A cookie cake might cover your entire arm. Hm, I promised Anana I'd get her one of those..." Yep, you're an aniki. Brice presses his hand against the fresh tattoo, not sure if it's safe to rub yet or not.

 

John removes his hat, stoically. "Sometimes..." He rumbles, shrugging casually, "A cookie is just a cookie." He's surprised that Chase and Brice are getting tattoos too, though. Especially, the hula girl. He's possibly the only sober person here.  Which makes a funny grin quirk at his lips.  Hula girl. Lips. Hee!  Of course those will be embarrasing in a few years, if they take that long.. But cookies, cookies are everlasting.  Cookies are his philosiphy.  "Go ahead." He addresses the artist, firmly.  And get a new needle, pal.. The other Genbies, who knows where they've been?

 

Brice did not get a hula girl.

 

Chase is as pure as the driven snow, or some other analogy. Or, maybe not. He toddles over to Brice. "Let me see. I'll let you get a better look at mine if you show me yours." Please don't read too far into that.

 

"I don't /want/ a better look at yours. If I get one, you're going to get socked in the face." And that is pure, undeniable fact. "And you're not getting to see until you're sober." Brice is going to see just how long it takes Chase to regret those lips. But he gives John a congenial nod. "You can see if you like."

 

Chase is feeling a pout coming on here. Either that or possibly he is getting a wee bit lightheaded after the shots, sake, edible underwear, and now the tattoo. He blinks a bit before slumping against a well. Getting heavier. Getting heavier. "I can't see you now, Brice." Maybe because his eyes are shut. "Where'd you go?"

 

John sighs over at Chase. Boy can't hold his b00z30r.  "Okay." He answers, looking curious.  Unfortunately, the tattoo artist breaks a tip on his hide, cursing at this point.

Oh, GROAN. He /knew/ this would happen. "All right, you are officially not allowed to mix alcohol again for three years." Despite the words, Brice's tone isn't angry or resigned, but rather somewhat indulgent. As weird as it sounds, especially standing in the middle of this place, he

 

Oh, GROAN. He /knew/ this would happen. "All right, you are officially not allowed to mix alcohol again for three years." Despite the words, Brice's tone isn't angry or resigned, but rather somewhat indulgent. As weird as it sounds, especially standing in the middle of this place, he's getting definite Aniki feelings - he has to take care of Chase. Who looks a bit like a little boy at the moment... But his pants are still open. Thanks Chase. Only one thing to do. He sacrifices dignity and gets him and his otouto pulled together, then pulls one arm over his shoulder and supports him around the waist. "John, I better take him home."

 

John gives it up around the time the third needle breaks, sighing mournfully. Waste of fifty bucks. "I'll help." He offers, putting his hat back on.  "Carry?"  He offers an arm. Not the one they were trying to stab.

 

Brice can't help but grin. "Tell you what, we'll get you a few fake ones made and you can put them on with water." Sheesh, it's a good thing he doesn't have his powers yet, or the same thing might've been happening to him. "And it's all right, I think I'm just gonna stuff him in a taxi and jump in front. You can come if you want."

Chase was more than happy to find a place on the floor for a bit of a nap. Eyes are closed, feeling a bit dizzy. Good place to be. But, he is being lifted, and is, by now, quite unconscious. zzzzzzzzz.....

 

John shakes his head, and snags one of the tracing pens. "Nope." He answers-- If it's not a real tattoo, it's no fun.  So to soothe himself, he pulls up Chase's shirt, and writes, 'I was here, Nakago.' With an arrow pointing down.  Now he feels better, artistic-wise.  "Ok. Bye."

 

Brice stares in shock at the pen - then bursts out into /howls/ of laughter and nearly winds up dropping Chase. "John, you're the /best/!" Never mind that Chase'll probably think he did it when the younger boy wakes up - it's definitely worth it. And, still laughing, he drags the otouto back through the strange shop and to the street outside and into a taxi and home.

 

Just for that, Chase is going to drool now. Pah.

 

Good thing Brice did not let Chase lie across him - Chase is only drooling on himself.

 

John rumbles, "I aim to please." He heads out, just like nothing happened.