pawnstorm | ( closed. ) you had one job

Who: asano keigo & karakurenai
When: end of september.
Where: delivery locations...
What: rejections upon rejections.
Rating: n/a!

( jobs and all they inevitably required were... a pain in the ass.

while they were something he discovered to be imperative in this world, whether for personal wealth, or in harvesting more working knowledge of these lands and its varying degrees of intricacies— they were still inherently troublesome af. to begin with, while he's vanquished malicious entities under the guise of working under the tiger house, he's never actually held a job before. he's never been required to, really. he was blessed with a vast amount of social influence, as well as hard, cold, money ( jumin voice: i only get checks ), and so he's never really thought too deeply on it. until, arriving within the ranks of this newfound republic, that is.

hence, here is is. in the middle of handing our rejections for the bird blooded magic school of mana studies.... or some crap. he honestly couldn't care less, even if he exerted the desire to. regardless, after the first and the second, he finds there's an obnoxious pattern to dropping these off. a pattern defined by screams, wailing, and ... bouts of incredible despair. while he's walked out of them unscathed, it didn't make it any less exhausting. hence, the minute he finds someone... with a similar garb and with a familiar animal at their side, he immediately... ropes them into his efforts notome style. ) You.

Follow me, punk. ( he grasps the back of his collar... and he pretty much drags. what a wonderful way to spark cr and this log, am i right? aka, i'm so sorry, he's a disaster. )

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[ keigo didn't like bringing discomfort to those he didn't know. at least, in the sense of soul-crushing despair; calling someone out for wearing something hideous was fair game, as far as he was concerned. but when he'd agreed to undertake this job, he had been under the impression that he wouldn't be interacting directly with any of the poor bastards that were receiving these letters. he was wrong. indescribably wrong. some of the people were angry, understandably, but others... cried. and keigo couldn't deal with that kind of genuine emotion from strangers!

naturally, when he felt someone's hand close around the back of his uniform, he expected it to be yet another poor bastard working through the torrent of emotions that came along with such blunt and unapologetic rejection. but rather than stand there and shake him angrily, this person was... dragging him off?! ]

O-oi!! Wh-what're you doing!!

[ keigo, predictably (to those who knew him, at any rate), squirmed and fussed in the stranger's grip, the little courier pig following after him dutifully. but twisting his head around proved to impart enough information for keigo to still his struggling for the time being: it appeared to be another hero. keigo stumbled along as he was dragged, eyes narrowing as he tried to identify the other... was he supposed to know this person? ]

What's going on?

( the complaints simply roll of his proverbial shoulders. to begin with, he wasn't very keen on listening to the wills and wants of others. especially, not if they conflicted with his own dogmatic motivations. in this case, of utilizing him for some simple grunt work. hence, he carries forth, his tugs equally as sharp as they were when he's initially sparked this (backwards) exchange. there's no pause in his step, and he doesn't even seem all too keen in directing him that cleanly. those potholes... easily being stumbled into. the cobblestone loose beneath their feet.

still, when the other was this... vocal, in time, it was hard not to respond with something. ... and kurenai didn't dislike the sound of his own voice. ) Isn't that obvious? Open your eyes. Where do you think we're going, idiot? ( he replies snappily. for someone who's being so demanding... it probably seems horrifically unreasonable. and to be completely honest, it is. )

It's just a bit further. ( suddenly, he'll stop.

good luck, not running into his back, keigo. )

[ keigo was, sadly enough, rather used to his protests being ignored. it was an unfortunate and inevitable part of his life; no matter how loudly he shouted, chances were that no one was going to listen. he'd learned that the only way he could ensure to be heard was to just get louder and louder in the first place, but even then, there was no guarantee of success. people learned to filter his voice out.

amazing that even a complete stranger would do the same!!

or at the very least, it was clear he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer right now. keigo looked around them as he was dragged along, trying to see what, exactly, he was missing out on. if it was really that obvious, he should have been able to figure it out, right? he wasn't stupid...

...but sadly, he was truly lost on this one.

once the guy stopped, keigo skid on his feet, righting himself abruptly. he clenched his fists, as well as his jaw, and scowled. ]

Well?! What is it?!

( he's actually just pausing to double check the address. to be perfectly honest, though he's roamed around aimlessly on multiple occasions, not all the roads stuck to him as easily as the ones back home. .. and particularly of the crowded streets of goto-gai. the whole infrastructure of this place differed, and he hardly saw many areas of cohesion. regardless, he only eyes it once more before solidifying the numbers in his head. he cranes his neck to double check once more, until... keigo's voice manages to distract him. his brows furrow. ) .... can you not shut up for a second?

( granted, he's the one who kidnapped him, but well, that was inconsequential as far as kurenai was concerned. hence, he gives a flippant shrug before he releases completely. he then, gives a gesture with his head. as if to tell keigo to go ahead on this road. ) It's your next job. ( he begins picking his feet up once more.

but, its measured, as if waiting for keigo to go first. ) And take this.

( he's holding... what looks like one of those rejection letters.

ah. his plan revealed. )

[ it was on the tip of keigo's tongue to retort in a similarly acidic fashion, as he was often wont to do, but before he could so much as scoff in the haughty manner that he so itched to, he was released from the impromptu capture. immediately, he straightened up and brushed his clothing off, as if this guy had imparted some kind of infectious disease, or dust, at the very least. remnants of a higher standard of existence were left in faint traces in keigo's behavior, but his improper stance and speaking patterns trashed any real image he could have easily kept up.

case in point, keigo's indignant scowl remained, followed quickly by a glare of daggers to the guy's hand, as if it personally offended him.

it sort of did. the implication wasn't lost on him. ]

You expect me to do your job for you?! I'm doing my own already!!

( if he notices these shifts in expression, he clearly pretends not to. he evades any culpability by simply brushing it off. there's a dismissive wave of his hand; his wrist loose, as if projecting how little he cared ... by physical motions alone. if anything, he follows it up with words that are clearly meant to be convincing. ) Huh? I didn't say you'd do it for free, did I?

Obviously your repayment is... ( wait 4 it. ) I'll watch you. ( and that's that.

he brings up his extended hand to firmly press the letter up against his chest. he puts more pressure after every single second that ticks by. but, probably the most concerning thing about this is the fact that he honestly seems to believe himself to be persuasive. it's actually evident in his motions that he somehow... thinks this is some Good Deal. to follow that up: ) You should be honored this Kurenai-sama is willing to forfeit this much time.

[ keigo had encountered quite a few strange characters in his life, though none really came close to this... maybe tsukishima, but admittedly, keigo's memories of tsukishima were warped to start with. this guy sort of gave him the same vibe... creepy... self-satisfied.

it only became more prevalent with the way his hand pressed against him. keigo's brow quirked, his jaw set, like he wasn't sure what kind of expression he wanted to wear. confused? disgusted? flustered? angry? it took bits and pieces from all columns, to be honest. though he was not uncomfortable with physical contact, the way this guy did it... was unsettling. plus, he didn't know him! ]

What kind of compensation is that?!

[ plus... the way he said "i'll watch you..." keigo felt like his blood iced over. ]

Having someone watch me isn't what I'd call a privilege! I don't even know you!

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