[ BANG BANG BANG goes the door to the Phoenix door. On the camera, there is a tiny gremlin now sporting a large, bright yellow fireman's jacket that she picked up from the costume shop and perhaps maybe even real clothes underneath... it is a mystery. More notably, she also has her big ol' hands back. ]
[ The door swings open after a moment. There is Juzo, hale and whole. He doesn't have his usual trench coat on, but that tight black shirt he's so fond of wearing is back. ]
[ At least he guides her away from the door and to an area of the common room they're not likely to break anything - it's a nest of blankets and pillows stolen from the motel shoved off into a corner. ]
'Course not. I saw all that shit come out of you the other day. Don't even know how it all fit in there, but I guess it's not that shocking considering you're built like a fucking Militech tank.
[ meanwhile, she is rolling her shoulders back and stretching her arms. gotta prepare!! ]
[ The whole Gun Slave Unit thing... Well, upon remembering that, she's pretty sure she won't be able to budge him even the tiniest bit, but she's not about to back down now. ]
Well, here we go!
[ She's going to just. Wrap her arms around his midsection, which is only possible in the first place because her hands are fucking enormous right now. And then she will try to lift... properly, with her legs, not her back! ]
[ She is honestly just as surprised that she's managed even that much. As soon as she gets those few inches, she puts him back down before she lets go and then howls in laughter. ]
Yo! Did you see that!? I still fucking got it! Hah!
[ She can respect that. Well, if she's going to be drinking alone, then she'd rather just sit and like... actually listen to him. So instead she looks around and... realizes how completely lame this dorm looks. How can it look so lame compared to Basilisk's?? ]
Jesus, can I actually sit on these couches or are they like, off-limits like a fucking museum exhibit?
[ ...stills he's going to go ahead and flop down onto one, immediately slouching, legs spread and bent in a very gremlin-like form with her arms folded behind her head. ]
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after juzo's happy funtime marathon (day 75)
Yo, Juzo! You there, old man!?
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What the hell, kid? Just text me next time!
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[ she pulls her big big hands out of conveniently-equally-big jacket pockets!! ]
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[ But first, like, come inside. He steps aside to let her in. ]
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Wait, like, for serious or? 'Cause I'm serious about tryin'!
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Call me curious to see how your tech measures up to mine.
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Well. Alright then! Let's fucking go!
[ she claps her large cybernetic hands together, rubbing them excitedly. ]
You ready? Don't wanna accidentally break your hip or something, old man.
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I don't actually fall apart that easy, kid.
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[ meanwhile, she is rolling her shoulders back and stretching her arms. gotta prepare!! ]
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[ The whole Gun Slave Unit thing... Well, upon remembering that, she's pretty sure she won't be able to budge him even the tiniest bit, but she's not about to back down now. ]
Well, here we go!
[ She's going to just. Wrap her arms around his midsection, which is only possible in the first place because her hands are fucking enormous right now. And then she will try to lift... properly, with her legs, not her back! ]
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[ He knew she was going to try, but he didn't think she'd actually manage it. He only gets a few inches off the ground, but it's enough. ]
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Yo! Did you see that!? I still fucking got it! Hah!
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Color me impressed.
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[ she flexes her lil arms (but big hands)! ]
Figure I could pick you up over my damn head with just a few more upgrades, but fuuuuuck that. Anyway, what were you sayin'?
[ something about his origin story? ]
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[ that's it??? that's it. ]
Does your team have an in-house bar too, or nah?
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No, we just have a kitchen.
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Can you even drink or would that, like, mess with your gun head or something.
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[ He lifts his cigarette away from his mouth, exhaling a plume of smoke. ]
One vice is enough for me.
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[ She can respect that. Well, if she's going to be drinking alone, then she'd rather just sit and like... actually listen to him. So instead she looks around and... realizes how completely lame this dorm looks. How can it look so lame compared to Basilisk's?? ]
Jesus, can I actually sit on these couches or are they like, off-limits like a fucking museum exhibit?
[ ...stills he's going to go ahead and flop down onto one, immediately slouching, legs spread and bent in a very gremlin-like form with her arms folded behind her head. ]
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You didn't even wait for an answer, did you? I was gonna tell you to make yourself at home.
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Yeah, yeah. So what's the story? You scared the shit outta me with all that GSU crap.
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