002 / action / all around campus

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Goose has been in some odd sorts as of late.

He was grumpy. He was finding himself losing his luster. Here he is, an ace pilot in his prime, and he's suddenly finding himself unable to understand basic concepts in his new training. Even the basics of flight and aerial combat were things he couldn't possibly retain in his poor mind.

That wasn't the weirdest of it, though. It is certainly the worst of it, but not the weirdest.

Said weirdest part was, well...

Let's just say that anyone who passes him by may notice his hair moving at his will, grabbing at things and pressing buttons and doing everything his hands should be doing. At times, Goose gets bewildered or just plain facepalms at the possibilities his now prehensile hair can reach.

Approach?]

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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[His hands come up as if to grab the tentacle of hair wrapped around his horn, but they stop short. He's so used to not touching that he's still hesitant to do it now, even though he knows he can]

It's connected to your head, Goose! [whines, attempting to untangle it with his nails] Can't you just concentrate harder, or something?

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'! What, you think I'm just shitting around here?!

[He was beginning to get pretty frustrated, but finally, at long last, the hair relinquished Equius's horn and slid back to its rightful owner.

SIGH. OF. RELIEF.]

...

I dunno if I hate my hair right now, but I sure as hell ain't happy with it.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Finally! The instant his horn is release, Equius slumps, one hand coming up to protectively cup his horn]

I think you're an udder ignoramus and nincompoop. I ought to take a knife to those... foalish blond tendrils you call hair! Then I'll trot have to suffer this indigneighty ever again!

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[He was going to laugh at those horse puns, but...

His hair. Oh god. His hair. He brought his hands up and attempted horribly to cover it.]

What no. You ain't getting your sweaty mitts on my hair. My hair's great. You're just... just a neighsayer.

[... Oh fuck it's contagious??]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

That hair just MOLESTED ME! [stomps his foot, pointing rudely at Goose's hair like a boss] There is nothing great about that!

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

But it looks great! When I get this shit under control, it'll be the damn greatest hair you ever did see. Ain't that right, hair?

[Nope. The hair is waving at Equius. Seductively.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[wibble]

Goose, I truly hope your hair is not acting on behalf of your subconscious, as that would indicate the presence of latent physical desire for me, and I am not sure how I feel about that.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

... I think it's really kinda obvious that my hair's got a mind of its own now.

[The hair nods.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Because you've never, ever tried to fill pails with me before. [pout]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

That's the past, okay? Damn, I ain't a fucking diaper-snatcher.

[I SEE YOUR POUT AND I THROW DOWN ANOTHER POUT]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[scoffs and cocks his hips to the side, tossing his head]

Oh please, Goose. It's as plain as night that I am the most prized showpony this school has to offer. Losing to that bald head proves only one thing; I am far too stunning for the likes of these pink plebeian monkeys. [pauses, examining his nails haughtily] Even Tavros thinks so, even if he'll not say anything out loud. I know I'm his polly little filly.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

...

Holy fucking shit you are even gayer than me.

How's that even possible?

... and how come it's making me wanna out-gay that?

[ACTUALLY NO GOOSE HAS ALREADY DONE FAR GAYER.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[blank stare]

As usual, I have absolutely no idea what you're blabbering on about, but I assure you, you could not out-do me at anything if you tried.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Well. I'll have you know that this? This ain't fact, mister. Sorry to tell ya.

[He places a fist on his hip, leans forward, and... oh god he totally z-snapped.

His HAIR totally z-snapped. Somehow.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Goose does these things like he expects Equius to understand their significance. He doesn't. They make no sense, and only serve to make Goose looking even more ludicrous than he normally does.]

You're right Goose, excuse my mistake. There is no way I could ever top your ability to make a fool of yourself.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

What you don't get...

[Wink.] Is that this is how you get a man to fall head over heels for you.

[A pause.]

... Just a demonstration, though. I ain't gonna flirt with some prepubescent steroidal kid.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Somehow, I honestly doubt that, as I am the one with a lover and you... [pauses, smirking as he looks Goose over] are still painfully single, I see.

Someone is doing SOMEthing right, and it certainly is not you.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey, I want a real lover, not a kiss... kizz...

Whatever the fuck that word was again. C'mon, what was it?

[Kismesis, dumbass. KIS. ME. SIS.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

A kismesis is a real lover. It doesn't matter if it's based out of hate, it still requires all the effort and devotion as one based on pity. I want all the same basic things from him that I'd expect from a red lover; loyalty, acknowledgment, appreciation. But I can understand if that's too much for your puny human thought cortex to comprehend.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

It's more that it seems kinda fucked up to me.

How in hell can you love and hate at the same time? Ain't that kind of an oxymoron or whatever they call it? 'Cause it suuuuuuuure sounds like it.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Quite easily, I assure you. [His confidence falters slightly, but he tries not to let it show. It is very easy for him... but it's sort of a problem as far as quadrants go.]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Okay, so if I said I hated you and wanted to bang, that's basically it?

... Hypothetically.

[He just wants to see Equius start sweating and getting all "holy shit what" again. IT'S FUNNY OKAY.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Blushing and sweating, because oh gosh, this is such a lewd subject, even if Goose wasn't talking about him specifically. And he's focusing on that "hypothetically" part, because the alternative is just... no!]

No, that's not it at all! Wanting... [flail] buckets is not the same as wanting a relationship with a person! I want Tavros in my life! I want to torment him and make him uncomfortable! I want to trade insults with him, to fight with him and be seen in public with him! I want remind him how inferior he is to me, and for him to, well... [clears his throat and looks away, folding his arms over his chest] Anyway, as nice as sloppy make-outs are, they aren't the only facet of a relationship. And it IS a relationship, Goose.

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[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

PfffffaahahahahaahahahahaHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA--

[He's just going to stand her and laugh his ass off.]

You are TOO fucking priceless, sweaty!