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[blowfish]

"Yo, there's no beep on this thing."

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[slushfund]

Don't get cocky now, that was a toss-up between a couple of idiots. You simply happened to be the less stunned of the two.

[he has to look over at that sleepy goading, reaching up to pinch jesse's nose closed with an index finger and thumb. there's a wicked little squeeze.]

I didn't think you'd show for February's fire. Wasn't exactly a conventional party, what with the ass-kicking and hand immolation we got, but it was fun.

[letting up a bit, hiruma smirks.]

Right?

[blowfish]

[How dare you. In the middle of a soft chuckle when his nose is nabbed, it turns the sound into a garble. He's about to protest more, but Hiruma's follow-up explanation leaves him pausing to try and fit the pieces together.]

I-- [Wow that's a nasal voice. Jesse huffs and tugs Hiruma's hand away at the wrist.] Wait, a party? Don't tell me that was your birthday or somethin'.

[Yeah, it was fun. More fun than it had any right to be. The smile he's wearing says so.]

[slushfund]

Ah, you figured it out. Your IQ must be well over sixty.

[eyebrow raising with his taunt, hiruma sniffs with a great deal of amusement. it'd been at the end of his first full month in haven, yet it still turned out better than his last two birthdays. irony at its finest.]

I was right to trust you.

[blowfish]

[He scoffs-- not at the insult, at the revelation.]

Seriously? It really was?

[February... what was the date? He can't recall.]

One hell of a way to celebrate. We're just gonna have to do it again next year.

[slushfund]

[if there is a next year.

despite the dreary thought of a no doubt harrowing future, hiruma returns jesse's refreshing (surprising) optimism with a slow smile, fingers flexing under the touch at his wrist.]

That's not impossible, per say, but don't tell me yours has passed? We'll have to cause twice the trouble.

[blowfish]

[He keeps that wrist pinned, although he's not sure why. Jesse watches forward with eyes lidded from exhaustion. When he cottons onto what's been said, he ducks his head a bit in a poor attempt to hide a growing grin.]

Nah. Mine's in September. Coming up, I guess...

[He can't believe how long he's been in Haven. He knows there's a greater chance of one or both of them being in storage this time next year. In this quiet little space it's easier, necessary, to pretend otherwise.]

Who says we can't still cause twice the trouble?

[slushfund]

Five months, huh.

[a low whistle. he can do it, if it comes down to staying that long—optimally, if things go their way, yao will keep making mistakes enough for them to get a handle on thing, or access to whatever mechanism drew them here. michaelis warned him that much effort was expended in bringing them here, and being sent back wasn't exactly a priority for them.

he knows it's a stretch, but one who doubts everything gets nothing.]

It's a date, then.

[loftily said, as presumptuous as always. chaos has always been a favourite activity of hiruma's, and the firm pulse under the hand on his wrist stands a testament to that.]

However, you can't cause a quarter of the fucking trouble without a few hours of sleep. Our schedule doesn't stop, even if you've get gross bags under your eyes. Keep that in mind, Pinkman.