open rp post 2.0

[spiraea]

OPEN RP POST

❖ pick a partner-in-crime

❖ pick your poison
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au • random prompts ✔︎

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[bunnyhopped]

[ She just levels a really unimpressed look at him at the weird finger-waggling before she answers, ]

Edgelands! It's about a bunch of Safe Hunters trying to find a secret thingy on this planet in outer space.

[twelveoclock]

[ He’s quiet for a beat, pressing his lips into a thin line. ]

Not sure why I asked, ‘cause I got no idea what you’re talkin’ about.

[bunnyhopped]

Well, now you know!

[ And knowing is half the battle or whatever. With McCree not giving her a particularly hard time about her staying up, Hana merely turns her attention back to the game, casting him only a momentary sidelong glance to ask, ]

Wanna sit and watch?

[twelveoclock]

Are you tryin’ to distract me from the fact that I was sent down here to send ya to bed? ‘Cause I ain’t forgotten that.

[ He will at least come into the room and lean a hip against the arm of the couch so. There’s that. ]

[bunnyhopped]

[ Progress! That is infinitely better than the time(s) 76 came in and unplugged the console on her. He's the worst. ]

I mean, you could forget. I wouldn't blame ya.

[ For real though, look how good Hana is at using these ridiculous-looking pistols to shoot dudes in the face! Aren't you proud. ]

[twelveoclock]

I could, but what's in it for me? 'Cause I'm in for an Angie-style scoldin' if we get caught, so you gotta make it worth it.

[ He did much worse than staying up too late when he was her age, so he's not really too bothered by it. He does mean it about the scolding though. Angie sure knows how to scold a guy. ]

[bunnyhopped]

[ She reaches into a Pepero box laying just beside her and pulls out a cookie stick covered in crushed almonds and dipped in chocolate, holding it out at him. ]

I'll give you snacks!

[twelveoclock]

[ He just. Kind of stares for a second. ]

That ain’t a snack. It’s a stick.

[bunnyhopped]

[ Hana just pouts before putting the controller down so she can pull a second stick out for herself, still holding the other at McCree rather insistently. ]

Come on, just try it. Please?

[twelveoclock]

[ He takes the stick- because it's still a stick- gingerly between two fingers, giving it a skeptical once over. ]

Don't see how this is supposed ta feed anybody.

[ But at last he takes a bite, starting from the chocolate end as any sane person would. It's actually pretty good- and McCree has something of a weakness for sweets anyway. Needless to say, he pretty much inhales it. ] ... It was all right.

[ Liar. ]

[bunnyhopped]

[ Hana pretty much inhales hers, too, which is why McCree gets a skeptical look on his face when he reacts with an "all right." With a laugh that nearly resembles a snort, she says, ]

You ate it in like, two seconds and it's just all right?

[ Which is why she pulls another one out for him. ]

Want another?

[ You know you want the Pepero, McCree. ]

[twelveoclock]

[ There’s a noticeable pause on his end. Of course he wants another, but Angie did send him down here to send the kid to bed. His eyes flick from the offered snack to the TV, and he decides, you know what? Fuck it. If Angie scolds him, she scolds him, but Hana should be allowed to be a kid. She should be allowed to stay up until stupid o’clock in the morning and regret it the next day. That’s just part of it.

He plucks the Pepero from her hand and moves around to plop next to her on the couch. ]

So can two people play this game or what?

[bunnyhopped]

[ With her now free hand, Hana clenches a fist, because this? This is a victory. She got McCree to join her on the couch, stop bothering her about Dr. Ziegler's bedtime, and he wants to play. ]

Hell yeah! And we can even play together. Just since you hate playing against me.

[twelveoclock]

[ He does not expect to be good at it- he hasn’t been at the small handful of games he’s ended up playing against her- but it’ll be nice to have Hana to help him out instead of beating the tar out of him. ]

That’s ‘cause ya always kick my butt. Truth be told, I’d rather be on the winnin’ team.