mollymocked | IC CONTACT; un: mollymauk

[He kinda sounds like he miiight have actually been sleeping. Also he's the worst roommate taking voice calls while everyone else is sleeping.]

It's just not fun if you're expecting it. I have to keep you off-balance or else it's just a routine. Ugh. Can't have that.

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[ he wishes he could text molly back in response to a voice call just to be! a petulant! piece of shit! instead he takes it. ]

Maybe I wanted to be proactive this time! In any case, I didn't realize you had such an early bedtime tonight.

I might have gotten into a bit of a scuffle earlier. Tends to make me not want to do anything but sleep.

[HOWEVER...] Unless you're up to some shit. I could limp that way if you're entertaining guests on your own terms for once.

I could open my door yeah. You don't need bandaids or anything do you? [ we have first aid in this house but do we use it? very rarely. ]

I've got whiskey.

The whiskey and conversation will do. I'll be right there.

[AND HE'S OFF. He doesn't like using these things more than he has to. They're weird. Eventually, there will come sharp rocks against the window, because why break with tradition?

He booms theatrically, possibly alerting the neighborhood to his presence.]

I received a summons from the lady of the house!

[ oh.

yeah.

here are the rocks. juno asked for these didn't he? the rocks? great. he's regretting them, like he regrets everything in his life. but somehow he's not regretting it As Much as maybe he would a couple of months ago. opening his window, he ducks an on-coming rock and sticks his head out. ]

Door's open - get your ass up here before they call the cops.

[ is that a bottle in his hand? yes. did he start without you? always. ]

Rude of you to start having fun without me. [He didn't even take his time! Gosh, Juno, you're so insensitive. He flounces to the door and makes his way up with as much flourish as one can when they're kind of limping. He's not in awful shape, but he's, you know, clearly been in a scrap.]

Gimme the bottle. I was promised alcohol and company, and I will take both now, thank you.

[ he's incredibly insensitive, but he definitely doesn't hesitate to pass the bottle along, pushing it into molly's hand easily and snapping the window shut as molly makes his way further inside. the place itself is pretty small, wanting for furniture with just enough to accommodate two people, maybe a third if you improvise.

thankfully juno takes a seat on the window sill now that it's closed, the portion that juts inward is enough. ]

So. Scuffle. Who with?

[Molly downs some of the liquor with gusto, and definitely more and too quickly than he should have.] Oh, you know. Some days people are being shitty to people who don't deserve it as you're minding your own business, and you just have to insert yourself into it, and that tends to escalate things.

[Worth it, though. Even if he did get hit right in the leg with somebody's makeshift chairleg maul. Who walks around threatening people with heavy chair legs? People with no finesse that's who.]

Oh yeah. Yeah, you know they say it's better to "de-escalate" but personally I've found that to be pretty useless in those situations. [ it's easier to throw a punch than it is to wait for words. especially ones that either end up lying to your face or are simply used to stall for time. or, you know, it's just more satisfying to fight back than to try and talk them down. ]

You think you're gonna live? [ he glances down at the leg, holding out a hand. pass the bottle. ]

Who de-escalates? That sounds boring. [And in this moment, anyone can tell why Molly and Ren are friends.

He passes the bottle and Molly proceeds to unlace his boot, roll up his pant leg, and drop said leg right onto Juno's lap. It's not bloody, but there is a massive blue-black and yellow bruise marring his lavender skin.] You tell me.

[ do you know how long it takes a person to unlace a boot that long? normally a really long time, but in molly's case, apparently it's not that long at all - clearly well-practiced (you probably have to be). the weight of his leg fills his lap and for a second, juno stares at the colorful bruise on molly's skin, bottle held aloft. ]

Fashionable.

[ he takes another swig and once he's through, looks like he's giving molly's leg one more very tender, loving look over

before very soundly smacking it off his lap. ]

You'll survive, but just barely. Do you go throwing your leg up into every lady's lap? Or just the one's that ask you over?

[Molly makes an agonized sound as Juno's hand claps down on the bruise to shove his leg off.] Fuck. Ow. No, just you, Juno. Just you. I come to expect this kind of brutality, and yet I convince myself this time, this time Juno Steel will be tender and indulgent.

[Yeah, he's hamming up the theatrics.]

[ juno looks thoroughly unamused as he leans back just a bit more from his window perch, eye just vaguely trailing over molly's leg. he knows he doesn't have room to scold or be disappointed or whatever so he reacts the only way he knows how: like an ass. so instead he just shakes his head. ]

"Tender and indulgent" means they replaced the real me with some weird tube clone. Keep dreaming.

[ also hamming it up because he lowkey cares about u i guess??? ]

I barely know what that means, but if it comes down to that... I may have to keep the duplicate.

[Caring about people means taking the piss out of them a lot.]

[ apparently. juno snorts a little bit at that, leaning back and shutting his eyes a second. there's a real thought that gets him rubbing the side of his temples with his fingertips a second. ]

Yeah? Wouldn't everyone who's ever met me. Good thing it's just me, regular old pain in the ass.

[Molly slow blinks and then picks up whatever object is soft enough not to harm him, but hard enough to make a good projectile and tosses it at Juno with fervor.]

Oh fuck you. Don't turn my sarcasm into some self-flagellating bullshit. You'll bring the whole mood down.

[ it lands home because juno's not even trying to duck it. he knows he deserves it and takes it as gracefully as he can. ]

My mood's just fine.

[ catch, now! ]

[With a "hup!" noise, Molly catches it before it can clock him in the horns and snag his jewelry.]

So you say, but, personally, I think you need another dance on a bar. Not specifically that one, since we've got a lifetime ban, but another one.

[ dick. ]

Why, so we can get banned from another bar? Pass. I kind of like not being kicked out of every bar I wanna go to. [ a beat ] Just some of them.

That's why you pick shitty pubs you wouldn't want to go back to anyway to terrorize. I don't piss where I sleep. That's just ridiculous.

I should've guessed. Terrorizing people is like your job.

[ a sigh, this one less stubborn-sounding as he leans back a bit. there's a lengthy silence a moment before his expression softens (a little.) ]

I wouldn't say no. It's was kinda fun.

[Molly leans forward a bit, driven by a need to both confirm he's fond of terrorizing people and also to just be a bastard.] Even with that bruise I left on your arse?

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FUCK YOU JUNO HE'S NOT TEXTING BACK

FUCK U MOLLY UR OVER IT!!!!

THIS IS DISCRIMINATION AGAINST THE ILLITERATE.

THE ILLITERATE AND THE PURPLE.

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