13 April 2012 @ 04:28 pm
2nd Movement  

A. » Action 「5723 Cunningham Lane」

[Good morning, nicely organized room! It’s a beautiful--]

[Wait. Something isn’t right.]

[Lots of things aren’t right. That picture frame is in the wrong place. The books on the desk are all over the place. Some of them are even on the floor. And there are clothes not in the hamper, and the sheets are a mess and Oh God what is happening.]

[It takes Kid a minute to catch up beyond oh shit, oh shit, oh shit to realize that he is not in his very meticulously organized room but in Black☆Star’s room--he would know, he knows how disorganized Black☆Star is and this insanity could only belong to him. It takes another few seconds for him to realize everything feels funny. His head feels heavier and he feels like the ceiling is just a little bit further away...]

[Yes well, I hope everyone at 5723 Cunningham has had a nice quiet morning, because it is about to be shattered by sounds of mass hysteria coming from Black☆Star’s room. The strange noises are a combination of shouting about things being out of place, and there is a tattoo on one shoulder, and ultimately the noise dissolves into nothing short of mass hysteria. Any housemates will find Black☆Star Kid face down on the floor after fifteen minutes of attempting to make sense of the room, still nothing short of hysterical.]


[Sleep? What is sleep? Soul used to know what that was like once upon a time. It was nice and quiet and Maka never bothered him unless... ok well sometimes Maka bothered him, but that wasn’t often. Only if he like left dishes out or he was going to be late to class (because that would mean SHE would be late to class and SOUL THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE). But that... that was neither here nor there at the moment.

Because sleep was something that he learned did not exist when you lived with Death the Kid.

He was switched to a different house when he got back, but damn if he didn’t remember what that scream sounded like.

It was a scream of desperation. Oh. And panic. A lot of panicking. It was weird though because it... well it kind of sounded like Black☆Star. What even.

Regardless of the reason he and Kid were in the same house again, if Kid was flipping out someone had to calm him down before he did something stupid. Not that freaking out because a picture was off center by less than a centimeter wasn’t stupid already, but the world did not need a panicking reaper at this ungodly hour in the morning.

Soul gets up with a sigh and rubs the back of his neck and --
Why was his hair so long?

And why did he feel... heavier? And wait.

Wait wait wait.

OH MY GOD WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL THESE WERE NOT THERE YESTERDAY.

WOULD HAVE NOTICED.

HARD NOT TO NOTICE.

HOLY SHIT WHEN DID HE GROW BOOBS?! WHY DID HE GROW BOOBS? WHAT THE HELL JFKLASJFDKA.

And then there’s a strangled scream, one loud enough to rival Kid’s, and... strange how it sounds like Tsubaki.
]




B. » Action 「High School」


[Kid!Black☆Star is not feeling it, today. There was not one single wearable item of clothing in Black☆Star’s closet, and no matter what he did he could not fix the hair. So you might see Black☆Star sulking in the hall, wearing an oversized hat, the only black slacks he could find, and a large sweater because heaven help him if Kid remembers Black☆Star has a tattoo on one shoulder. Approach?]

[And following Kid!Black☆Star around a bit like a slouchy, lost puppy would be Soul!Tsubaki. To say he’s uncomfortable is an understatement. Bras suck and he feels really top heavy and his hair keeps turning itself into a chain scythe and HE CAN’T GET IT TO STOP what the hell he’s a death scythe why can he not control this? UGH.]

Just.... Try to keep cool, ok dude?

I’m trying. But. Black☆Star’s hair, and all of his clothes have--

[JFKDSL KID SHUT UP. Soul quickly pulls Kid to the side and covers Kid’s mouth with his hand. Who is this mysterious person approaching them?]

Shut up! I think they know us ---

uh... them.



C. » Action 「Park」

[Yeah Kid’s not feeling the park, either. He’s just going to sit on a bench and read this book and try really hard to pretend this isn’t happening. He can’t fix it he’s been thinking of ways to do so all day but he can at least try to ignore it!]

Soul...you don’t think we’re stuck like this, do you? Because if we are, there must be a tattoo parlor in this stupid town that will fix Black☆Star’s hideous one-sided tattoo...


What? Dude, no! You’re not getting Black☆Star another tattoo! This is Mayfield, remember? I really don’t think this is going to be permanent.

[And then his ponytail turns into a chain scythe and he grumbles. It takes a minute, but he manages to change it back.]

It better not be permanent.


[Snrk.]

But you make a very becoming Tsubaki, Soul.


 
 
13 February 2012 @ 08:35 pm
1st Movement  
A. Action ♫ 「503 Ricardo Street」

[For most people waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room that did not belong to you and finding yourself wearing clothes that were definitely not yoursa would be... disconcerting to say the least.

But Soul wasn't most people and this wasn't the first time he's found himself in this particular situation.

One look at the "family" picture on the dresser was all the confirmation he needed. This was Mayfield.

His life what even.

He rolls out of bed with a heavy, mildly annoyed sigh and trudges downstairs to meet his new not!family.
]


B. Phone ♫ 「Morning」

So, I guess I'm back. This is Soul, by the way.

Is this a normal thing? Going home for five minutes and then waking back up here? 'Cause this kind of sucks, man.