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Atasuke took the handgun from Amami, holding it gingerly as he wrapped his fingers around the grip. Slowly, he extended his arm and raised so that he could aim down the sights, a slight frown forming on his face as he did so. Weapons were nothing like the movies, real ones had weight, drag, and multiple bits and pieces that had to be maintained regularly. He kept his finger off the trigger, rolling around the weapon in his palm, getting used to the feeling of the cold steel tingling his nerves.
It would be easy.
All he had to do was load a clip into it, chamber a round, and squeeze the trigger. And just like that, a life would be gone, the flame of the soul extinguished, and all he would hear would be the hollow jingle of a brass casing.
But he didn't let that show in his facial expressions, instead opting to keep a fixed grin on his face.
Turning to Amami, he nodded. "I shall try my best. Though you'll have to forgive me if I'll never be as proficient in this area as you are, Amami-san."
Just then, the tiger-fish collapsed, and the Neko-boy was slicing the refrigerator in half.
Ruining the kitchen he had just cleaned.
"Koneko-kun, you are making a mess." Atasuke stated flatly.
'And trying my patience you little shit. I'm going to kill you.'
Wait a minute, that was a disturbing thought that had just crossed his mind.
"Your fish should be on the counter, where you had left it to thaw."
'My one day off and I have to put up with this. One day I'm going to slice you open with a letter opener.'
Atasuke paused, and rubbed his head. "I think I feel a headache coming on. I'm going to take a hot shower."
Stuffing the pistol in his overcoat, he took off his cleaning gloves, rolled down the sleeves of his suit, and trudged back into his bedroom.
He needed to take his medication; kept him calm.
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Inb4 sushi.
Welp, tomorrows Saturday so hopefully we can get a nice pace going on then. :)
Atasuke had been idly sweeping the floor, sighing as he moved the debris into a corner so that he could properly toss it in the trash when the table shards were picked up. He was nearly finished, only stopping when he noticed that Amami was having a difficult time with a single shard, raising an eyebrow as he watched her face slowly begin to redden the more frustrated she got. It was humorous, in a sense, knowing that these kids were having a difficult time sweeping floors and cooking rice. After all, how pathetic did you have to be to not know the basics of living? Yet, he wasn't angry or upset; he was happy, rather, seeing as the youth of today were still as persistent and focused as ever.
"Amami-san, you are over-thinking it." Atasuke informed her, smiling as he bent down to pick up the shard of wood, and placing it into the trashcan that was near him. He shrugged, before giving her a quick wink. "Remember, getting frustrated serves no purpose. A master has failed more times than a beginner has even tried."
Isabella was an exception, however. She was probably doomed from the start.
He was about to return to his work, but Shuu spoke up, saying something that the Worker's blood run cold.
"T-Tournament?" Atasuke stammered, letting the broom clatter audibly to the floor before raising his hands in front of him. "I-I'm useless! You know I don't have any special powers, Shuu-kun."
I'm going to post Sanic speed.
And a tournament!
My guy is useless as fugg!
On the verge of a mental breakdown.
It'll take more than one fight to bend a straight man.
Dawnstar and cunfuzzler, I think.
The chaos had stopped as quickly as it started. Kei left the room in annoyance (with Shuu in her arms for some reason), and everyone else opted to stand there in a prolonged awkward silence. Atasuke could only sigh, placing both of his hands against his head, massaging his temples in an effort to cease the roaring headache that flared up when debris started flying. A few moments later, after the fire had been put out, he crossed his arms, nodding in appreciation that Hajime shared his sentiment. With Vernon trying to get his attention, however, the salaryman could only shake his head when asked about any side effects.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Vernon-kun." He chuckled, knowing fully well that the youthful inventor was always trying to stir something up.
Returning his gaze back to the floor, he couldn't help but grimace at the mess the fight had made; there was always work that needed to be done, despite whatever 'vacation' the company gave him.
"Everyone," He began, pointing to the mess. "Why don't you find something else to do while I clean this up? I'll make us all something wonderful to eat, something that isn't poisonous, alive, whatever. It was I who picked up the groceries yesterday; they're in the pantry."
He turned to the closet, flinging it up and retrieving a mop and various other cleaning equipment.
"After this, we'll have some steamed rice with broiled fish, tamagoyaki on the side with some fermented soybeans."
He flashed everyone a large smile.
"I'll call everyone down in about an hour or so. Since the table is destroyed, breakfast will served on the balcony upstairs."
Atasuke then retrieved some rubber gloves and an apron, before rolling up his sleeves and beginning to mop up the floor.
I can tell this is probably going to be a weekend rp lol
EST side muthafuckas
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