fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

Why don't we just put an end to this right now, Booker?

[squeezes that fist hard enough to make the bones crack a little, but only so he can quickly release it and firmly grip his wrist instead.

and starts dragging him to Cirrus.]

[ok well

now he's very confused

dragged???]

[he's not being particularly gentle about this. when they're at the door, he presses Booker's palm against the reader to open the door.]

Go get your visions. Let's hold a proper funeral for Jae.

[oh

I see]

...You're really just the worst.

[gestures impatiently with his head for Booker to do the thing, he's already released his wrist]

I am.

I'm also tired.

[he's not moving]

Maybe you would be less tired if you didn't keep setting yourself up to be miserable and then walking face first into the misery trap you just set up.

Oh, thanks for the advice. I'll make sure to keep it in mind for the future.

Are we doing this, or not?

I'm not killing your fucking boyfriend.

And for the record, I never 'rejected' him in the first place.

Getting cold feet now?

Please "kill my fucking boyfriend".

...would that be easier for you? Is not knowing when you'll see him again worse than him just being dead?

It would be easier for me to have you leave me alone, but since that's not happening.

[going inside Cirrus, bee lining for Booker's room]

[mental mathing. not sure if visions even CAN be destroyed but I absolutely cannot beat Shasa in a fight if he's really determined to take them and throw them overboard

so

tackles him]

Why are you fucking like this??

[well he was not expecting that, so I guess we're going down?? ow]

[but then immediately turns around to try and shove and kick him off]

This was your idea in the first place!

[stabbing him with many little fleshwounds with his claws to keep from being thrown off, grabbing his arms tight]

I wasn't threatening to kill him??

[hisses, he's lying on his back now, so trying to knee him in the gut]

Chuck the visions into the ocean, Booker Storm.

[his tail is getting involved, wrapping around Shasa's legs to tangle him up. He shoves at the knee to try to limit the hit but it still drives some wind out of him, some of that wind is smokey]

No, and I'm n--

[cough cough]

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[poofs into a fox to more easily squeeze out of his grip, skittering towards his room once more]

[ok well he wasn't expecting that, what the shit]

Asura??!

[how are you going to open the door, buddy]

[ez, by turning back into a person again

except he's like. 90% fox. this is a whole ass fox furry like the ones in Goldi's porn.

anyway letting himself into the room and going for the first set of drawers he can get his paws on]

[oh my god, scrambling to go after him.

So here is the thing, Booker has a fully customized nice ass room. With a desk for all his streaming, a couch and sitting area, large windows, beige and blues and whites, a fancy rug, and stairs leading up to a full ass bedroom loft.

The first set of drawers he can find are probably his desk, but the visions won't be in there. Just pens, notepads, random cords, nail files...]

I'm not letting you murder your boyfriend either. Are you even thinking?

[USELESS!! looking around the room, how about digging around the closet next. his large fluffy tail swishes back and forth rapidly, and when he speaks, his voice comes out as half a growl]

He won't mind, he's died plenty of times before.

[not in the closet either]

...yeah, he wouldn't take it personally. He'd just think that he deserves it.

Do you agree?

[not going to try to stop him instead grabbing a chair and shoving it under the door handle. and locking the door. doesn't work as well from this end but if it slows Asura down if he tries to leave with the visions, he'll take it]

[briefly distracted by whatever Booker is doing with the door, but since the visions don't seem to be there he is now... moving up towards the loft]

Whatever I think ultimately doesn't matter.

I mean, it's going to matter a little bit to him whenever he gets back.

Even if you throw those out, I'm just going to win more.

[following him up to the loft]

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