awashlogs | [closed-ish?] behold: a catchall post

[Okuyasu is much closer to Dave than she is, and so she simply nods, knowing that this is his call to make. At least he's actually considering it! He is, without a doubt, a good person. A big ol' softy.

And hey, it's friendly prying!]

Well, [She begins slowly, turning her attention back to her orange as she begins to separate the segments,] I'm glad that you won't try to hide it. But that's what friends are for, don't you think? If you feel bad, you should talk to them about it.

[And that's that! She's not even going to crack a joke about him only acting cool some of time time. Knowing that the chances of him whining about how lame that sounded are extremely high, she just presses forward as quickly as she can.]

You should tell me more about your best friend!

[He's a big soft boy and he can't deny it, but he will definitely try if he must. He'll even let this sappy friend speech go without comment, just shrugging and looking at his orange.

It would sound lame if she called him out on his coolness... so, thanks.]

Oh—Josuke! [Now he's enthusiastic—] He's great! We hang out all the time!

[Josuke might as well barf rainbows for how earnestly Okuyasu says he's great, but he suddenly doesn't know... where to begin?!]

What do you wanna know?

[That enthusiasm is cute, actually? Super cute. Friendship is one of Ochako's favorite topics, and so she smiles encouragingly over at him. Go ahead and gush...]

Hmm... what's he like? And how did you two meet?

[He's not cute, he's tough... But more importantly, Josuke!!]

I was gonna kick his ass but he kicked mine instead. [#boys] Then—well, it's a long story... but he helped me out when he really didn't have to, 'cause he's that kinda good guy. He spends too much time on his hair and he cries about socks that come in a 6-pack, but he's real nice, y'know? Helps people out just because.

[Chews orange slice........] Oh, and his Stand can fix anything—even people! Like me!

[Ah, so it all started with a fight. As someone who witnesses these fated battles between men on the regular, she completely understands. The last piece, though—]

Really? [She pauses mid-bite, leaning forward excitedly. Healing quirks are so rare, and yet everyone here either can heal or knows someone who can heal. Sugoi.] Tell me that story! Did you fall and hurt your face back then, too?

[Is she teasing? ...No.]

Did I what? [Hang on, he needs to remember that really good lie—] Oh, nah.

[But as it so happens, Josuke has patched him up way more than once, and every time has been, hmm... somewhat awful. Ochako doesn't even like punching wolves, so she definitely wouldn't like hearing about getting a chunk torn out of his middle—]

I got hit pretty hard and kinda blacked out? [Technically, not a lie-] Josuke really saved my ass.

[That's weak, honestly, but she doesn't do anything aside from narrow her eyes the tiniest bit as she pops the last bit of orange into her mouth. Some stories are hard to tell! It's fine.]

That sounds terrible, but I'm glad he was there to help you. Josuke sounds like a very nice person. [And she's glad he has someone to watch out for him back home, but she keeps that part quiet.] You know, you should tell me about a happy memory now. What's something really fun that you two did?

Yeah, really took a lot outta me. [JOKES... things Okuyasu says with a completely straight face rather than tell the whole truth. Nobody has to know he's making this level of dark joke, so—this plan will never go wrong for him, ever.

Something fun, though... He leans back on one hand, looking up at the ceiling to seriously Think.]

Uh... we get ice cream on Monday mornings. [which is weird, but he is a simple boy with simple needs] That's fun.

That does sound fun. I bet that makes Mondays a little better, right? It's always hard for me to get out of bed. [She heaves a sigh as she thinks about the many delicious, expensive treats she would kill to have right now. Does she have any orange left? A hopeful look down toward her empty hands reminds her that no, she definitely does not. This is tragic.] Ice cream would be so good!

[Look what you did.]

[Oh shit, he broke the good mood?? What to do????

He tosses an orange slice at her. Seriously, this is his immediate reaction. It would probably be his reaction even if he thought about it for a couple seconds.]

[Ochako puts her training to good use and snatches that orange slice right out of the air!

...Just kidding. She's far too caught up in her ice cream dream to realize that something is sailing her way—until it, you know, bounces right off her face. Then she's pulled back to reality just in time to watch that precious commodity land on the floor. Has he swept? Survey says... probably not.]

Hey! I would have eaten that if you didn't want it!

[The temptation to throw something back is strong...]

[Greatest expression of friendship and support: throw food at her face. Okuyasu holds his hands up like he's totally innocent, and also like he isn't holding about half of a peeled orange in one of those hands, and also like he isn't the only other person in the room.

She can't prove anything!!]

You could've caught it! Are you saying I am some kind of food waster? For shame.

[There was no way to catch that! She presses her lips together into a thin line, staring him down from across the room. Not that she's really mad; the girl is just hungry. Giving him her second-to-last orange was such a nice thing to do, and this... this is how he repays her...]

You are if you don't eat that piece. [She points! At it! For emphasis!] Give me the rest of the orange if you don't want it!

[Oh, is that how it's going to go, very interesting. Well, watch as he laboriously gets up, crosses the room to pick up that orange piece, and very pointedly shoves the whole thing right in his mouth, pointedly. All up in that gob. He has had worse!!

But this time he holds out... another piece, because he wants his orange present, but he can offer one piece as an olive branch.]

Don't sulk about it. Here.

[And big surprise—as soon as he pops that into his mouth Ochako is turning right away, pulling an exaggerated face of disgust.]

You didn't really have to eat it!

[Blech. The only reason she looks back his way is because of his stupid sulking comment, which, um, no way? That's fake news. She's totally prepared to tell him as much, but instead of setting him straight she finds herself blinking down at a dust-free orange slice. Way to make her feel silly.]

I-It's okay. [Okay, okay, now she's smiling again, albeit a bit sheepishly.] I was just joking, you know? So keep it!

[It's too late, he's eaten it!! It could have been worse - if he didn't live with Iida this room would probably not have seen much cleaning the other week, so the floor is... not as dusty as it once was. Look, he's fine.

And no, she's going to eat this orange slice because she made such a big deal out of the other one!! He will wait here - he will straight up slav squat here on the floor by the chair, holding up this orange slice, and wait. Waiting. Waiting.]

I got all day, y'know...

[Wow, so he's seriously going to be like this. Ochako briefly considers telling him no, just to see how long he'll actually stay there before he gets bored... but that would be mean, and she is not a mean person. So fine! He wins! She reaches out and plucks the piece of fruit from his hand.]

Thank you! That's very nice of you. [Before she actually eats it, though, she gives him one last look, clearly amused by something. Should she say it? Hmm.] But... you look kind of silly, you know.

[Aaaaand the orange is going right into her mouth before he can take it back.]

[He will indeed be like this... in fact, he's going to stay right here, sitting on the floor with the rest of his orange. He's won, he thinks—until she calls him silly, which makes him pull a face and sort of wobble in his thug crouch position, then flop uselessly onto his back. On the floor.

Look what Ochako has done...]

You try to be nice, and this is what you get... damn.

[Turtle Okuyasu!!! This is too much, honestly, but at least she manages to clap her hand over her mouth before she sprays orange chunks all over his room. He had to know that this was coming...]

Sorry! [No, she's not.] Sitting like that does look silly, though! It can't be comfortable.

[Plus it makes him look like a delinquent!]

[Well, now he's staying here in this new and exciting pose on the floor, the floor he just ate an orange off of. It's alright.]

It's just sitting! [also he is a thug] Don't knock it 'til you try it, Ochako!

[squat with him]

[He's going to get his new tank top dirty. Such a shame. Also, imagining herself posing like a delinquent is ridiculous, and she snorts extra loudly. Now she's just going to do what Ochako does best: make it even more ridiculous.]

W-Would I have to make a mean face, too? And say something rude?

[Thug Ochako. She's definitely laughing about this with her friends later.]

Are you saying I got a mean face? [Well.... that's only fair. Get out of that chair and delinquent squat with him. He makes a fist and lightly punches it into his other hand, to emphasize how serious and cool this is.]

Yeah, saying rude stuff's half the point. Maybe even swearing.

No, not you. But people who sit like that usually do look mean, you know? There's this one person in my class— [Pfffft. She sputters a bit as she pictures him.] He always has this face, and he's rude to everyone.

[Her true model for this exercise, obviously. Ochako rocks forward a bit in her chair, seriously considering this. She's a nice girl, okay. It's going to take her a second.]

I don't know what to say, though. Give me an idea!

[Thanks, that's very kind, saying he doesn't look mean. He waves a hand, gesturing for her to wait while he thinks of something super rude to say.

Well, that's not hard, as such...]

What's your classmate say? Give me one of those!

[Bakugou says a lot of mean things, but he does say one line more than any other. And it's a simple line, so. Hmm. She presses her lips together, giving this serious thought... and slowly climbs to her feet.]

Okay, but you have to promise that you won't tell anyone about this.

[He even gets a look, because that's a serious request. This is a friendship test!!

But okay, okay. She awkwardly slav squats(!) across from him, immediately ducking her head so that she isn't tempted to laugh. This isn't so bad, right? It's not very comfortable, but she can do this. Deep breath. She can do this. Three... two... one.]

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1/2 i can't believe i have the perfect icon for this... sighs at myself