oh hi didnt see you come in

[gloryisbullshit]

Who: Joy Bros., Inc.
What: For two guys that live together, they've got a good chunk of catching up to do!
Where: Home, sweet home~
When: Midday, day 15. Post-earthquake and a few post-quake adventures.
Warnings: Swearing, ADULT THEMES

See, he knows not to be a pest with Kobra Kid. And, yeah, maybe he's had a few instances of teasing when people worry about the guy. He's a big boy! He can take care of himself, and he doesn't need any baby-sitting. Party knows that full well. So he's pretty grateful that no one is in the kitchen with him to see his nerves showing as he waits for his brother to get back home. His knee is bouncing, hands jumping to tear at the napkins on the table and stuff the torn bits in his mouth absently. He just needs something for his energy to do.

Anyway, he doesn't usually worry about the Kid because he constantly knows what Kobra's doing. In this place, it's different. He's not sure where Kobra is or what's in his head anymore and it's starting to make him jumpy. Why isn't he home anyway? This is bullshit. He should be reporting in. He should be home. Where is he?

When Kobra finally arrives, he'll find Party Poison at the kitchen table, surrounded by half-eaten napkins, scratching out a checkerboard on a sheet of paper with a ballpoint pen. Hi.

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[goodluckkobra]

Kobra slips in a few hours after the earthquake. He'd gone out to see what all the yelling was about, but it's not like he can lift anything, so he was no help there, really. He'd checked around in a few buildings to see if anyone else needed help, but it was mostly just broken shit everywhere.

He closes the door behind him quietly. It looks like the only damage was the diner, so at least he's not too worried about any of his people.

He heads straight for the kitchen to grab a snack and... oh.

"Fuck, Party, did you eat some of those?" He snorts. "You know we have actual food, right?"

[gloryisbullshit]

"I didn't eat them." He flat out lies, scrunching further over his scribbling to keep from getting grabby the way he wants to. "Where were you?"

[goodluckkobra]

"Timmy fell down the well. I was helpin'." He flips a chair around and plops down in it backwards on the other side of the table. "What're you doodling?"

[gloryisbullshit]

"Patterns." He breathes, left arm just shifting so that Kobra can see. If he wants. It's just lines. "Thought we were home for a second, 'cept there's nothing to break that isn't broken back there." He glances up at Kobra warily, expression a little anticipatory. "Your folks okay?"

[goodluckkobra]

"Pretty sure everyone's okay, 'cept for the girl who was in the diner, but she might be fine, too." He's not too worried, actually. It seems like everything is okay right now. Of course, he can see that Party's a little anxious, but he's not so sure what he can do for that, if anything.

[gloryisbullshit]

He shrugs, because that's good. That's...okay, fine, that's good. But-- "You shoulda told me when you left."

[goodluckkobra]

He just almost manages to not roll his eyes... nope. Nope, he rolls them. Brothers are ridiculous. "Next time I'll leave a detailed note. Do you want poop reports, too?"

[gloryisbullshit]

“I’m not joking!” Ah, that’s snapping. “What if it wasn’t just the stupid diner? What if it was worse? If something happened, I got no fucking clue where you are and more’n enough people here to stop me finding you. Don’t look like I’m some hen, you little prick, how’m I supposed to do my job if I dunno where the hell you are?”

He’s just moody. And probably hungry. And this isn’t home, Kobra Kid, you can’t just wander off.

[goodluckkobra]

"Holy shit, Party. I'm fine. What the shit do you think is going to happen to me here? All we got to worry about is the fuckin' wolves. We had earthquakes in California. They aren't that big a deal. What do you want from me?" Okay, maybe he's being a dick. Party was worried, but seriously? Just 'cause Kid's in his name doesn't mean he is one. He can take care of himself!

[gloryisbullshit]

He sits up straight pen dropping to the table because he can't think about pen right now. "I want you to stop acting like this a fucking vacation!"

[goodluckkobra]

"What about this isn't a fucking vacation, P?" Any amusement is gone in a flash. "Don't you think we deserve a God damn vacation? Don't I deserve a fuckin' break? A few nights sleeping in a bed? Fucking showers!"

Every part of him is tense, ready to spring.

[gloryisbullshit]

"You don't belong here. We don't belong here! We don't know who these people are, we don't know who's watching us? Don't tell me you like the constant company--who knows what They've heard?"

Matter of fact, he leans back on his chair, arms crossing over his chest. "And shit--it's not like you don't talk enough."

[goodluckkobra]

Kobra deflates a little. "I don't know what you want from me, P. This is the best I've had it in a long time. I missed you and then you were here." He really had missed him, too, crazy and all.

[gloryisbullshit]

Ah, Kobra Kid. There’s no fun being mad if no one else is there to stoke the fire, and as his brother backs down, Party’s own ire eases up with his thinking about it. His eyes drop back to the table, jaw-setting hard in an attempt to hold onto his indignation. “Kid, this is a prison. It’s pretty, I guess, but it’s a prison. Don’t you want out?”

[goodluckkobra]

Party's right. He knows Party's right and that sucks. "I guess. I guess, yeah, but I'd want to take Lyds and Dan with me." If this is a prison, he's not going to leave them to rot if he can get out. He's taking them with him and he's getting them home.

[gloryisbullshit]

Party visibly bristles at the mention of their housemates. He shifts in his chair till he can get his heels tucked up on the seat, arms tight around his knees. A little petulantly: "Yeah. Yeah, what the fuck is she?"

[goodluckkobra]

"What do you mean?" He's playing dumb. He knows that Party knows and he'll probably call him on it, too. He doesn't want to talk about this, though. It makes him feel things that he doesn't really like thinking about.

[gloryisbullshit]

"What do you mean? Tch! I don't care who you fuck, K." A glance towards the hall, and his voice drops. "But how fucking stupid you gotta be to start shit with her? She's a baby, and those are feelings, you ass."

[goodluckkobra]

"She's my friend." Deny. Deny. Deny. "I'm allowed to have friends."

He scrubs his face with his hands. "And she's not a baby. She's fuckin' brilliant. You just don't know her yet. She's the smartest person I've met."

[gloryisbullshit]

"Did I say she wasn't fuckin brilliant? I'm not stupid. Don't treat me like I'm stupid, like I got no eyes in my head."

[goodluckkobra]

"Then what do you want me to say, P?" His voice sounded almost pained. "She's my friend and I fucked her. There are all the facts for you."

[gloryisbullshit]

"That's not it." He grinds out, tone getting tighter and thinner and quieter. "It's not one plus one is two, your sums are fucked, the two parts aren't two, man, and you know, you know it's not. It's not facts.

"She's gonna wreck you. You're gonna wreck you."

[goodluckkobra]

Kobra pouts. He doesn't mean to. It just happens. "'M stronger than you think I am."

He rests his head on his arms on the table. "'S not like that, anyway."

[gloryisbullshit]

He snorts. "Yeah? Why don't you tell me what it's like then? She make you feel like you're livin a teenage dream?"

[goodluckkobra]

Another eye roll. "No, she makes me feel like a hot girl wants to fuck me. Why are you so jealous? You've never been jealous of a fuckin' girl like this. Is it because she smells better 'n you?"