catch-all

[spaceassassin]

WHO: Keith + "friends"
WHERE: The Netherworld...? LISTEN. All over.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Event shenanigans + other
WARNINGS: Language??


( ooc: if you'd like to do something with keith ( doesn't have to be event-related! ), feel free to PM, msg/add sevenhelpings or wildcard your own! )

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[spaceassassin]

[ keith fights her as she scrambles about. sounds like a dick move, right? WELL, he’s not a dick. a dick would simply release and drop, to let her fall on her squirmy ass. keith gets her on her feet instead and once she’s steady, he backs up one, no two steps. two, to be on the safe side.

he has no idea what she’s yelling about, but it’s annoying – thinks the boy who is stuck in a yelling fit himself. at least he has a sort-of explanation at the ready. ]

Them!! [ to accentuate the accusation, he throws a very stern, very pointed pointy finger at the sprites who are still spinning about in the air. ] They cursed us!!

[ the giggling starts – TEEHEE, and how creepy is that?? – and then they are talking one after the other, one decidedly more sing-songy.

those who forsake the gods must pay.
forsakers, forsakers~
tribute to the gods will set you free.
set you free, set you free~

is keith’s eye twitching? it’s twitching, isn’t it? is this another curse placed upon him? ]

No way! I’m not performing for you creeps!

[janescayre]

[His volume finally punctures the funky grooves, only to tell her what she already knew. It had to be them. The sprites. They were the culprits!]

Th-those scheming pipsqueaks, [She growls. They're singing something at them, but they have to compete with the Backstreet Boys at the peak of their careers, and that's no mean feat.] Shut up, will you?!

[She scoops up a handful of snow and lobs it at them. She misses by three feet. God.

We're gonna bring the flavour, show you how
Got a question for you better answer no-oow, yeah yeah ♪]

Enough!

[Her tiny hands snarl into the front of Keith's coat. Her scowl is legendary, their eyes twitch in terrible synchronicity.]

I am not listening t-to this garbage pop music for the rest of my life j-just because of you! ["Life" is a flexible term. She has no idea how long this will last, or how many sprigs have been laid up all over town, but she's seen enough to know they're in a minefield. Deep in enemy territory. There is no escape.] You b-better fix this! Right now! Or else!

[spaceassassin]

[ she’s earning keith points; highly valuable things to have. see, he greatly approves of her going on the offensive. he’s mentally cheering her on through that first scoop of snow; he’s even got a sharp, twisted grin going, look! actually, don’t look, because apparently she needs massive help in her aim. she misses by a lot and keith’s favor deflates as spectacularly at that wasted snowball.

ah, fuck.

granted, he could scoop up his own bit of snow and show this chick how it’s done, but said chick is now grabbing at him and woah, how is this his fault!! ]

Me?!

[ so now they’re both yelling, both scowling, both eye twitching; this level of synchronization is rather impressive. keith breaks their mirroring, however, to grasp at her hands instead of shaking her by her coat. he pinches, hard, at her palms, wanting to force those fingers to lose strength.

there’s a combined oooooooh off to the side. ]

Or else what!? [ HOW ORIGINAL. ] Can’t be worse than having to kiss you!!

[janescayre]

[Can't believe she already lost all the keith points she's earned? This is too difficult, going to find a different s-link to level up.

But first:]

L-let go of me! Pervert! [It's different when she's the one getting grabbed. Fukawa's twisting her wrists, wresting loose with a grunt of fury. The sprites are supremely disappointed.] You th-think I want to kiss anyone?! Least of all you?

[She steps back with a tight huff. The song is still blaring in her ears but she grits her teeth and bears it through. So obnoxious. So vulgar! So infuriatingly catchy.]

Th-this place is hell enough already without some stupid c-curse making it worse. And in case you haven't noticed, this mistletoe crap is spreading faster than well-watered bamboo. There is no escape. So j-just—

[Her hands flap in impotent fury.]

Just g-get this over with already!