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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[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?"

[gloryisbullshit]

"I'm not--!" Deep breath, a hand scrubbing over his face. "I am not jealous."

[goodluckkobra]

"Then why are you so pissed at me for having sex with someone who's brainy and smells nice, huh?" He frowns, sitting up a little. "P, there's nothing wrong with anything I've done here, 'cept maybe getting scratched by that wolf."

[gloryisbullshit]

His eyes pinch shut, and he twists his hands up into his hair on the inhale. Calm down. What do you want to say? It takes him a few seconds of quiet to put his thoughts in order.

The concern breaks down pretty simply: "You're--you're attached."

[goodluckkobra]

"'M attached to a lot of people. Doesn't have to mean what you think it does. Still more attached to you than anyone else, P." He kicks his brother under the table. He loves his stupid, crazy brother more than anything. Always has, always will.

[gloryisbullshit]

That’s not the point. That’s not the point. Party rocks against the back of his chair a few times, teeth worrying furiously over the inside of his cheek. “I know. I know. Just--just don’t--don’t get all cozy, okay?” His eyes run the perimeter of the warm, safe, stocked house they live in. Sleep in. With beds, with their own bed, and it crosses his mind that it’s probably polite if he gets clean again. “Don’t get comfortable.”

[goodluckkobra]

"Jeez, Party." He gets up, almost knocking his chair over. He comes around the table and wraps his arms around Party. "I'm always fuckin' comfortable 'long as I have you. That's what really matters, right? Us against the world. You and me and the other Killjoys."

[gloryisbullshit]

He keeps his arms stubbornly to himself at first, but not for long. One-arm hug. Just one. Party turns towards Kobra, arm around his waist and face pressed into his stomach. Okay, two-arm hug. "It's so quiet here." Without all the rest.

[goodluckkobra]

"I know." He sighs, petting Party's hair. "We could always just get louder to fill in the space." He misses them, too. He misses them so much, but that doesn't mean he can't make new friends. No one's ever replacing them, though. They're family.

[gloryisbullshit]

"Pfft." He untangles himself enough to get a practiced, expert twist on Kobra's nipple through his shirt. These are the gifts of brothers. "No one needs you getting any noiser, Casafuckinova. Y'know civilized society calls'at 'robbing the cradle.'"

[goodluckkobra]

Kobra groans and launches himself at Party with a laugh. There's no way the chair isn't toppling over from this. "She's fuckin' eighteen, you ass!" At least, he's pretty sure.

[gloryisbullshit]

He topples with the chair, laughing and kicking back. "Yeah, I bet! You pick out a tux for prom yet?"

[goodluckkobra]

"Prom is lame. Fuck you!" Like he would know. He never got the chance to go to one, but the movies make it look shitty.

He smacks at Party, hard enough to sting, but not to do any real damage.

[gloryisbullshit]

He yelps and scrambles away, out of swinging distance. "Hey, hey! Lame is whatcha get for goin with a little girl, man. I hope you like tea parties. You like tea, right? Better find you a nice shirt."

But he's done with this topic. Not gonna be able to smile about it much longer, and he's uncomfortable, and he doesn't wanna get smacked again. So: "Hey, hey: you been to the lighthouse? You ever been?"