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Holly Heights Mailbox + Phone + Inventory

1448
Gau Meguro

Father:
Mother: Dahlia Hawthorne (

coreopsideae )
Sibling: Minatsuki Tamaki (

medacium )

Voicemail
(555) 587-8423

"Hello, this is Gau Meguro! I'm sorry that I can't answer you right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!"

Beep!

Earned inventory:

-- Salary from the Agito, working as a waiter/staff from November 10th 2013 onward
-- Regain coupon, gained from the sticker event
-- Regain coupon + $1200, gained from being on island 11 for the castaway event.
--Receipt for $200 + banner with COMPLETE FAILURE on it from paintball event

--$200 receipt + t-shirt that reads I SURVIVED DARE-PALOOZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT from dare event

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

i aint known a asshole gave it 2 me until later n then it turned out i needed a fucking eyepatch is knowing the entire history of my fucking eyepatch gonna make u mend it faster

Fine, fine! I'll do it!

[But don't worry, he'll be asking more questions later- specifically why Badou needed the eyepatch in the first place.]

now ?

You said it had to be now didn't you?

cool omw

[and soon, there's a loud knock at your door, Badou slumming around the stoop in a hoodie and basketball shorts; the eyepatch is stuffed in his pocket, but a shock of that stupid orange hair obscures the right side of his face]

[it's a blessing that some of it is covered up, frankly; his nose is splinted with a thick bandage, a scab arcs across his cheek, his mouth is split at both corners, and his visible eye and left side of his jaw are ringed with a vicious purplegreen -- somebody's beat the everloving shit out of this kid's face]

Meguuuro. Open up.

[not like it's 3 am or anything]

Edited 2013-09-13 22:01 (UTC)

[Tromp tromp tromp. As soon as Badou knocks on the door Gau is there to answer it. Apparently he'd been waiting by it so that Badou wouldn't have to keep knocking and thus wake up the other members of his household, as evidenced by the weary way he rubs his eyes as he opens the door.]

Badou-san, it's 3'o clock in the morning! Can you please-

[When he finally opens his eyes and the door all the way, they go wide wide and for once, Gau is left speechless at the too-familiar sight of Badou before him.]

[of course, the boy doesn't give a single explanation or thought to his nightmarish appearance, only responds with a short;]

Yo. Lemme in.

What... What happened to you?!

[He doesn't move from the spot, Gau Meguro yields for no one when something is Wrong.

And something is Wrong here.

You are staying out on the porch until some context is given.]

[the redhead had already taken a step forward, comes up too close to a blockade of Gau Motherfucking Meguro, and steps back again, scowling]

Ballet accident.

[Putting Hands on Hips, the blockade of Motherfucking Meguro has now become Wall Meguro.]

You know I don't believe that for a second! What is the truth, Badou-san?!

What the fuck do you think happened? A bullshit fight, lemme in.

[maybe he should have just slapped a sticker on his face or something, this was already too annoying]

[Well, he didn't doubt that, or that the reason for it was bullshit either. Finally, he steps aside, still eyeing Badou intently.]

[the redhead steps in, glancing around the house curiously]

Who d'ya live with other'n Raichu-san anyway?

...Rokujo-kun. He's not the sort of person to introduce himself at a time like this, so you won't be seeing him!

[As Gau speaks, he's marching past Badou to get the sewing kit- as well as a first aid kit.]

Aizawa-san used to live here, but he disappeared a few days ago.

Rokujo? Ain't that the really weird kid?

[he's one to talk; he's also just walking into the kitchen regardless of social niceties (all the layouts are the same -- it was just like a bizarro world of 1470, where there wasn't alligator blood on the floor or trash all over the place)]

["Weird", well... That didn't cover a percentage of his strange circumstances.]

Well, yes, Rokujo-kun has his own way of doing things. But I don't think you have any right to accuse him of that!

[Going to the neatly organize "kit" cabinet to take out the neatly organized sewing kit next to the neatly organized first aid kit in an organized fashion.

Bizarro world over here.]

Who's accusin'? It ain't like it ain't true, he's a totally weird kid. He talked about ninjas an' shit. I dunno if it was real or him just bein' nuts, though.

[sound of the fridge, sound of shit being moved around]

[Gau drops a spool of thread.

It shouldn't be so significant, but with how carefully he was taking everything out there was no way he would have dropped something unless it was by mistake, or by reflex. A reflex, incidentally, caused by shock he shouldn't be showing.

As if to cover for his telling mistake, he immediately picks up the spool and doesn't turn around as he speaks.]

He is very strange, isn't he?

[To his immediate relief, he realized he never told Badou that they were from the same world- and hopefully Miharu hadn't mentioned it either.

He could play the "just housemates" card until he had a Talk with Miharu about confidentiality.]

Maybe in his world such people exist!

[Badou is a keen observer, but not so keen that he'd pick up on such a soft clatter, while he's busying pouring himself some cream soda]

[by the time he's back in the living room, sipping it, he just shrugs in response (close call, Gau)]

I still -- it's hard, believin' that. The "world" thing.

[With an almost telling exhale, Gau bends over to pick up the dropped spool as Badou pours himself a drink (saves him the trouble of doing so, at least).

Conversation successfully diverted. This time, he cranes his head around to say-]

What do you mean?

Edited 2013-10-07 07:39 (UTC)

That most people believe we come from different versions of the same place. I guess it's harder to deny if you're from Japan, since there seems to be so many'a you guys with different backgrounds...

[he trails off, plopping on the couch like he owns the place]

[after digging in his hoodie pocket, he produces the eyepatch]

It's like some sci-fi shit, y'know? My vote when I really think about it is still drugs or --

[twirls a bruised finger next to his broken face]

-- y'know, cuckoo, cuckoo. We dunno what's in the air here, an' we dunno what's in everybody's heads.

...You think this is some sort of mass hallucination?

[He stands up, and begins walking towards the couch with the first aid kit in tow. For him, changing the very fabric of reality wasn't an impossible concept to understand, even if he made sure that this was not the doing of the shinrabanshou or Miharu.

In other words, it wasn't so hard to accept that the landlord was all-powerful.]

But that doesn't make sense! If we're all hallucinating, then why would we hallucinate exactly the same thing without some sort of all-powerful force controlling what we see?

[a one-shouldered shrug]

I dunno. Just seems like it's more likely for people t'be crazy or roofied as fuck than ...some daddy-and-mommy-issues wizard asshole hijackin' us from across time an' space.

[he rubs the snapped eyepatch against his thumb, frowning]

Shit's for the movies. It don't happen.

[He sits down on the couch, placing the first aid kit next to the sewing kit carefully on the cushion beside him.

He stares at Badou, somewhat expectantly, and somewhat with an emotion that can't be paired with the expression.]

So you think none of this is real, Badou-san?

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