[ we are in the kitchen! Dan, newlyoutfitted along with a variety of spiked bracelets, is idly grabbing knives out of the cutlery drawer and throwing them at the opposite wall
none of them are sticking on account of the wall is brick. two of the knives have slightly dented tips, but all five of them are just in a small sad pile as they fall to the counter. ]
jiaoqiu, in his tragically boring canon outfit, comes into the kitchen to make food, as you do, and then stops and watches dan do this. after a moment, he just marches right over and attempts to take dan by the wrist before he can throw the knife. yes, this is dangerous. no, he does not care. ]
[ he is now being held by his bony, bony wrist! he tries to tug out of jiaoqiu's grip, but i'm not even gonna roll for it and say that he's too weak for it ]
[ aw, buddy. jiaoqiu would be lying if he didn't think he didn't deserve it at least a little, but he's unfortunately a squishy thing on the inside, so he comes to check.
he folds his arms, standing close by. he'd crouch, but if he did he would never stand back up again. ]
it's this asshole, screaming himself hoarse as he makes the hugest mess that he can. Throwing vinyl records to the floor, smashing them to the ground, not caring if the shards slice him up.
it's fine, because he's already injured! Bloody knuckles and an absolutely massive swollen black eye. ]
jiaoqiu can hear him from a mile away, and when he comes up, he rubs at his face briefly before just. standing a bit away. far enough that he isn't going to get sliced, theoretically, though he can't stop brimstone from hitting him if he's gonna. ]
Brimstone. [ sharp, like knuckles rapped against a desk. but not unkind. ]
[ i was joking about the grinch earlier but fuck it let's actually do that, his hair is now grinch green and styled to match. so i guess kinda jimmy neutron-esque???
[ we are in: the corgi car! brimstone just kind of stands there, watching it all happen before him. he's back in human form btw, not that jiaoqiu can apparently realize it ]
w0, saturday
none of them are sticking on account of the wall is brick. two of the knives have slightly dented tips, but all five of them are just in a small sad pile as they fall to the counter. ]
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jiaoqiu, in his tragically boring canon outfit, comes into the kitchen to make food, as you do, and then stops and watches dan do this. after a moment, he just marches right over and attempts to take dan by the wrist before he can throw the knife. yes, this is dangerous. no, he does not care. ]
What are you doing, child.
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What do you care? What are you, the police?
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w0, monday
but wherever it is, the second he spots jiaoqiu, he is going to approach him from behind and try to get a handful of that fluffy ass tail ]
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well, he can do this, but jiaoqiu's instinct is to bite whatever is touching his tail, which he will attempt to do with a 13, and also a small yelp. ]
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but it does trigger his own instincts to bite back, which he tries to do with a 14 ]
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w0, tuesday
he's just laying here curled up in a tight little ball facing the mansion wall. ]
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he folds his arms, standing close by. he'd crouch, but if he did he would never stand back up again. ]
Is your head bothering you, or are we pouting?
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w0, friday
it's this asshole, screaming himself hoarse as he makes the hugest mess that he can. Throwing vinyl records to the floor, smashing them to the ground, not caring if the shards slice him up.
it's fine, because he's already injured! Bloody knuckles and an absolutely massive swollen black eye. ]
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jiaoqiu can hear him from a mile away, and when he comes up, he rubs at his face briefly before just. standing a bit away. far enough that he isn't going to get sliced, theoretically, though he can't stop brimstone from hitting him if he's gonna. ]
Brimstone. [ sharp, like knuckles rapped against a desk. but not unkind. ]
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w0, saturday
i'm sorry ]
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he dies ]
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but then he's going in to punch jiaoqiu wherever he can manage to get a hit in--although he's loosely aiming for the face ]
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w0, sunday
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anyway the peas hit him where he's curled up on his bed in his room. ]
... Will you please stop throwing things at me. [ exhausted. ]
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Fix yourself. [ gestures vaguely at the bag of peas and then him overall ]
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w1, monday
he's also got the weird pointed furry seuss fingers. which looks kinda weird through the fingerless gloves of his outfit.
he is at the christmas tree where he spots his own gift. and just. immediately stomps on it to crush it into the snow. ]
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at him do this
thinks about not approaching, and then sighs and heads over. he's see-through today, like a ghost. haha, wild. ]
Surely it can't be that bad.
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It's definitely not the worst. But it is bad. And the obnoxiousness makes it worse.
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w7, monday
So this is what you all kept talking about.
[ brimstone's chao is playing with the corgis! ]
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I thought that you were all able to see things on this side. [ curiously. he watches the chao play with the corgis with an amused look.
he is staying. far away from the corgis, for the record. ]
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Oh, we were. But it's different to actually see it in person. We got most of the same places you all did, eventually, but not this train.
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