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Sean sat across the table from Funk, he pressed an ice pack against his wounded head with one hand and with the other lifted a cup of tea to his mouth, taking a sip before placing it neatly back down onto the plate without a sound. His steely Tinkerbelle green eyes stared at Funk with little more than exhausted annoyance. He was princely, more pretty like a pampered guard dog than any lethal force like his sister was. His brown hair had a beachy golden glow in the harsh kitchen lights, his outfit was clearly made by designers from the jeans to his jacket and his nails were each painted differently almost like each one was a portrait in a museum with some varying from beach waves to decoden kawaii style. His house matched his exotic style or more accurately his moms state he inherited matched his style well. The kitchen was massive with large gem stones on display, it was probably the size of someones house. There was more kitchen equipment than he probably ever used or knew how to use and the table was so long it was easy to imagine that he must have many guests to fill all the seats, however he had sat down specifically across from Funk in order not to have too much distance, but just enough where if he wanted to give him a shiner he could avoid it. The house was so big that even if you were to walk around the first main floor you still wouldn't have a complete picture of how many more rooms there were up and down.
Sean pushed the cup of tea he gave to Funk closer to him, he had already seen him make it and then pour each of them a cup. After all league brutes were always so certain they were being poisoned. "So are you still going to be mad at me for being honest with Glow? Cause like, seriously I'd rather not have an issue with a "mob boss" like you. I'd rather have someone actually interesting be a nemesis in my life, not the nemesis."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 10, 2020 18:56:11 GMT -5
The League boss watched the cup as it filled more than the tea itself. If he was to get poisoned, the cup would be the smarter way. That was how most Nemesis' would do it. Though this one had ingested so much poison, he was practically immune to it. So filling the tea would work. The two were extremely similar, enough to where it was more believable they were brothers meeting again, not a pair that just got into a fight and were vaguely considering patching things up. The Nemesis' hair was longer, red undertones shining in the expensive kitchen lights. Light celadon eyes met Sean's and Funk gave him a sharp smile. For a fancy mob boss, his clothes were far more casual and inexpensive. The seams in his jeans were coming apart, the tennis shoes were worn down to the soles, and the fur inside his jacket was frayed and stained red. Occasionally, he pats down his hips, looking for a cigarette but he had no luck. His hands were in rough shape, with callouses from playing the bass and a few of his nails were broken and covered hastily with bandages.
When he was brought into the fancy house, he didn't bother to look around. It was suffocating and too clean, it reminded Funk of his mom. Squeezing his knees into the arms of the chair so he could sit cross-legged, he put the lighter he had been playing with into his pocket before taking a drink. He couldn't tell if it was too fruity or too dark. Still drinking most of it down and ignoring the burn on his tongue, he put the cup back on its saucer. "Honest in that you think she has some mumbo jumbo hold on the family that makes everyone evil? Science is insulted, and I suppose I'm protective of my fellow 'evil people'." Funk paused to take a drink, a sip this time. There was little more cathartic than seeing this priss with an ice pack held to his head. Even if he was sitting in his house in the middle of his territory, it made Funk feel like he was in control. "That kinda stuff takes two to tango. I don't think Glow is the only guilty party in your little blood feud."
"Oh, I was the worst brother in the world to her, no doubt. Mumsy favored me, I always feared if I stood up to her she'd treat me the same as Lily," Sean said, his gaze turning to a hall nearby lined with pictures before returning his gaze back to Funk, "Now that I'm older, I get it, she was abused, our dad used her and she still doesn't recognize that, she wound up in the wrong crowd. I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I initially started insulting her for a righteous cause, because I didn't. But when I teased Lilith about how her life sucked I definitely left her no room to wallow. Despite the trash life she's had she still smiles and socializes and has this welcoming attitude before even knowing you. I don't think she would have that if I didn't force her into the habit of looking away from her sorrowful life. But that's also what I'm saying, I suck that much as a brother that the only good thing I've ever done for Glow was mock her."
Sean teetered back in his chair, his hand grabbing for a dish rag in a drawer. He gently stroked his hair free of the water that still remained, it caused his hair to look shaggy, but in a messy kind of cute way. Sean likely didn't think he looked cute though because he just stared across the table annoyed, "I swear, you're the most classless brute I've ever met, you don't look like it, but you are. That's what I get for going rock collecting with murderers, I forget what they really are," He mumbled.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 16, 2020 21:26:31 GMT -5
These people were their own breed. And he thought his family was a mess. Funk fidgeted with his mostly empty cup, drinking the last few drops before putting it on the very edge of the saucer. You know, for effect. "That's one way of looking at it." He leaned back into his chair, stretching his hands out and cracking a few knuckles, "But wouldn't it be more logical to encourage her rather than insult her to prove you wrong? Seems a little backwards, and I'm the one that leads Instinct." That was him, the doctor turned mobster. Talk about a Cinderella story.
He rubbed the front of his glasses lends with the sleeve of his jacket as Sean attempted to dry his hair. He didn't leave their scuffle unscathed, but he didn't bother asking for a towel. Knowing he'd be left with his damp hair and jacket he didn't bother to take off. "I'm the most classless brute? You don't get out much, do you? Not from this place where it's all order and ironed morals." Funk had become uncomfortable, shifting around to where his legs hung off the side and he leaned against the other arm. "If any other member got their hands on you, they would have done worse than a little bump on your forehead and some water in your coiffured hair. Besides, you're cuter now."
Sean scoffed, "I'm a sentinel and while I like to keep my manicure," He said flexing a hand admiringly, "I've lived most of my life with the league and Toxicity as my neighbors. I didn't fight back because I didn't want to." His nose wrinkled watching Funk laze across the chair, but didn't mention it, it wasn't like he was all manners either, "Maybe I look cute to you, but you're not looking your finest. Look at you," He tsked, "I was the one in the water, yet you're more of a mess than I am! It's because of that longer coat of yours dripping all over my kitchen," He said accusingly before lifting up his own damp leather sleeve. He tipped his head back in his chair with a long sigh, "Why couldn't you beat me up behind an alley like a normal person?" He said leaning his head up right again thoughtfully before pushing himself out of the chair, "I'm changing clothes, maybe pajamas or something, I'm not going out anymore tonight," He said throwing the dish rag playfully at Funk, but turned to look at him with a sneaky smile, "Y'knooow, if you let me dress you up I'll give you some dry clothes to wear. Just saying."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 17, 2020 1:13:19 GMT -5
"Sure. I'll believe that when you actually bite back." Funk rolled his eyes. He'd never expect Sean too. He talked a big game, that was it though. At the mention of his ratty jacket, Funk pulled one of his arms out of his coat, revealing the long-sleeved black shirt he wore underneath it, "Sorry I don't dress in my Sunday best when I come to waterboard you." Rotating to sit normally, he pulled the other sleeve off before resting it on the table, letting the wet ends continue to run off onto the floor. Come on, waterboarding was a classic maneuver. If he wanted to get beat up in an alley, he should have insulted Innocentia. Funk glanced at his hands. Any finger that didn't have a bandaid wrapped around it was riddled with callouses and little circular scars. Not as bad as the ones on his arms but ones that made him seem like an overly paranoid diabetic.
The Nemesis' eyebrows raised as Sean began to walk away. "Pajamas? With a guest here? Rather bold choice, Sentinel. I thought all of the Regime was too stuffy, but who knows? Maybe you'll change my mind." Guess this little tea party was over for now. It wasn't quite what he expected; some arguing into the night and at least one broken cup. Oh well, maybe later. Funk caught the dish rag and stood up, draping the coat over a chair and throwing the rag underneath it, but not before actually drying his glasses. What was the Sentinel getting at? No way he wanted to just dress him up. There was surely more. Funk smiled and figured it was time to stir the pot a little, "What's the point in dressing me up if I'll just take it all off anyway?" Even his returned smile held dubious motives.
Sean's face turned red, "Stop bringing that up, that was humiliating! Any other day I would have passed up your offer, but I felt sorry for you and fell for it." His expression went from an agonized one to an annoyed stare, "Hmph, yeah you're right, normally I wouldn't get into pajamas with a gentlemen or lady present, but you're neither of those things. Plus I'm not hanging out with you in these damp clothes when this was all your fault. I only invited you back after you said this was about Glow. Normally my tormentors don't get served $80 tea. I'll be just a moment though, don't leave just um," he looked around before something must have caught his eye and he momentarily left the room and came back with a hamster inside of a ball, "Here, this is my best friend Snowy, she'll keep you company."
Sean placed the ball on the floor and walked upstairs, but then called back down at Funk's last comment, "Wait, really? I guess if you want I could throw your clothes in the dryer so you can leave with them on again, but only if you behave yourself, goggles," Sean called back down mockingly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 17, 2020 19:57:21 GMT -5
"Just admit you fell for it cause I told you there was a cool rock I found." Funk could only smile at Sean's receding back, though his voice held enough cockiness for it. That was the whole of the exchange. Funk found a bucket of water, led Sean told it and said there was a rock in it, Sean leaned down and Funk just gently shoved his head underwater. And punched him, for good mob effect. As you do when you lead the mob. Funk shrugged, leaning against the chair and raising an eyebrow at Sean. He was less than a brute but what still being allowed to stay in this living room by himself? He could do so much. He could put the hamster in the oven. He could break Sean's tv. He could just leave. A different move, but really, he wanted to get through to him about Glow somehow. His shoes squeaked against the tile and finally he sighed. "Fine. If I'm gonna be stuck in this gaudy house, I should look the part." Really he hated this feeling of wet clothes. So he grabbed the hamster ball and walked up the few steps. "If you give me some fuzzy slippers, I'll turn this thing into one."
Sena threw a shirt over his head, biting at the side of his mouth, "I didn't come for some stupid rock, I really did pity you, dummy," Sean responded back earnestly. He looked himself in the mirror, somehow in a matter of minutes he had gone through six outfits trying to figure out which one he should wear. finally he settled on a navy blue shirt with NAP in large white letters printed at the front and pulled on some thinly striped grey and white pants with light brown ugg slippers that had the creamy white wool around the inner and out rim.
"GAUDY!?" He exclaimed in horror, "Don't you dare come up here Funk, you give me moment to breathe before I see you again," Sean said pinching the bridge of his nose. He grabbed two blankets from the closet and walked back down the stairs to Funk and handed him a blanket with a white T-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants, "Here, you can change out in that room," He said pointing to the bathroom, I'll wait for you and dry our clothes."
Beneath the pile of clothes were fuzzy socks, so not slippers. Sean held his other hand out, "Snowy, please," He said waiting for the hamster to be given to him.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 17, 2020 22:17:32 GMT -5
"Then that's your own fault. Only an idiot pities the Nemesis." He sneered. The light haired man was never one for pity. Not when he led one of the top mobs in the area and had the emotional depth of a puddle. Was Funk stopping? No. Did Sean's gaudy house have an obscene amount of stairs that made his knees hurt? Yes. And he had to consider not throwing the hamster up and then catching him. And subsequently falling down the stairs. So he walked up, finally reaching the top and stretching his back.
"I said what I said." He put the hamster ball on his hip and walked into the room just in time for Sean to open the door. "Pfft, a crappy wanna be college shirt and uggs and you say I'm a wreck?" Snowy's ball was now covered by the blanket and clothes Sean had given him. A blanket? And Funk was the classless one. Least he knew what a towel was. "It's downstairs." Funk replied simply before brushing by him and barricading himself in the bathroom.
Sean's face lit up at Funk's insult, "Hey, good eye!" He exclaimed and pulled at the shirt, "Yes, I love ugly ironic outfits, guilty pleasure. Like those ugly Christmas sweaters, okay I can't do crocs, they're a step too awful." He leaned against a wall waiting for Funk while holding his own wet clothes, "Well I pitied you since you wanted to find this plant before we all died from that flood that ended up not happening. I wanted to help you fulfill your dream before we all died, but turns out I was helping you with your revenge plot before we all died and not gonna lie, that was nightmarish."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 17, 2020 23:24:13 GMT -5
Funk tilted his head, a bit surprised by Sean's exuberance for his outfit, but he let a soft smile through, "If you can't do socks and sandals or crocs, they'll revoke your license, you know." He lightly chided with a wink before headng into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Gently, he placed Snowy's ball into one of the empty sinks before throwing everything onto the counter. He fiddled through the cabinets, looking for an actual towel but only finding blankets. He was in a mad house. The bitter silence gave him a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His already ridiculously floofy hair has become even more messed up, frizz standing out every which was. The light color of his eyes contrasted with the dark circles underneath them. Funk could barely make out Sean talking from the bathroom. His shirt was mostly dry, so he took it off and used it to dry his hair rather than the blanket. "That's sweet of you. A nice gesture, but you're a very poor judge of character." Funk closed his eyes and threw the white shirt on. They were the same size. "I can't change... Hmmm guess it's time for me to back out of that race." Snowy rolled around in the sink as he sat on the edge of counter putting the blue plaid pajama pants before grabbing his wet clothes and Snowy and leaving the bathroom.
"I knew exactly who you were and what you're like, I'm not an idiot," Sean said narrowing his eyes, but they broke into a neutral expression, "I'd rather risk that 1% chance that maybe I'll make a positive difference or an impact on a life even if it means paying with my life, I got lives to spare. It's why I have this scar over my face, risks and all that."
He trailed his hand along the wall, "I'm throwing this in the dryer you can meet me in there, also I don't know where Snowy is, but you better hope for the sake of that pretty little face of yours that she's safe. Senescence and Lucistic stole me that hamster from a child's bedroom, I've never gotten a better gift in my life, as most stolen things are."
Sean dumped his clothes into the dryer and sat on the washing machine, the mob boss had a point though, he was way too comfortable with killers. Wasn't his fault his family were all a part of the league, he got way too comfortable around monsters. Okay actually it was his fault when he decided his first sweetheart would be a league proxy.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 18, 2020 0:36:41 GMT -5
Funk didn't think. Really, what was he supposed to think? That kind of thinking, that kind of risk-taking, was so foreign to him he couldn't really process it. The risk was too high, and it wasn't worth it. Not for something positive, not for something that didn't benefit him in any way. He figured he'd always be a plague on society, so what's the point in trying to change that? This job only compounded it, only made him worse. He never minded, and he only somewhat minded now. Shaking his head, it was all he could think of, "I don't get you at all." He whispered, freeing one of his hands to run it through his hair. It made no sense. He came here to give Sean a piece of his mind, to tell him to leave Glow alone, to stop barging into the restaurants where him and Glow were eating and antagonizing them. Not get guilted for waterboarding him. It only somewhat worked, leading Funk to the way too clean laundry room and throwing his clothes into the dryer.
The corner of his lip twitched, a little intrigued with the Sentinel. He didn't say a thing as he revealed the ball that held Snowy. Completely unharmed. "I get it. You're a good guy and all... Look, I'll make you a deal. You stop going out of your way to harass Glow and her friends, and I'll stop chasing after her. I'll even throw Snowy in here as a bonus." Funk was expressionless, though he held out Snowy's ball safely.
"Intriguing offer," He said wagging a finger at him to toss him the clothes, "But you have nothing to offer me that'll make me stop harassing Glow." A slow devilish smirk cut across his lips as his eyes watched Funks reaction like he were prey, "Drown every life I've got, nemesis, I ain't budging. What would even be the point of living if I don't trash talk her?"
He tapped a finger to his own chin thinking, "Besides," his exotic green gaze gleamed in the bright lighting, "I'm doing this as a courtesy. I always knew Deal and her wouldn't work out, they both got too many issues, but you and Glow? That's scary, that could actually work." He looked ore closely at Funk, "Our mom and dad believed they were in love, when she was pregnant dad asked for money for a car, to take care of her and get her to a hospital. But he took the car and the money meant for us. So we weren't born in a hospital like other kids, I got a prison on my birth certificate, Renegade doesn't like moms who give birth to half bloods. But what Glow got out of that was that true love doesn't exist even when you think you feel it. She doesn't know how to love with all her heart and I'm not sure if you do either. Don't mess up each others lives by thinking you can fall in love, you can't if you don't know how."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 18, 2020 1:58:56 GMT -5
Funk let out a whistle, overly long as he put his hands back on his hips and tossed his clothes in. No wonder these two were twins. They always had something new under some other layer. Like some horribly large onions. Least he liked onions. Snowy had no idea what was going on, but Funk rested their ball on his hip as he leaned against the doorway.
"I could but that almost seems too good for slime like you." Funk's gaze was dark despite the bright lights. "You talk such a big game, you know. Awww. I knew the kind of person you were but I went along with it despite the danger cause i wanna spread love and positivity and all that bull. Grow up. You can whine about your tragic backstory and how good and right you are and how evil and wrong Glow is, but we all know you're lying. You're the kind of person that will throw their life on the line to give anyone positivity, yet you go straight back and harass others when it's convenient for you. When you think they deserve it. You must have a lot of lives, no? You must be half-assing your job. Cause a guy of that standing with your power would already be dead. You're nothing more than a hypocrite, no better than us at the League." Funk turned on his heel and left the laundry room, hamster in tow. "I suppose I'll give you one. I don't know how to love with my full heart. I won't pretend I know what that is." He stopped at the head of the stairs and looked back at Sean, "But you? You're the guy who'll chase everyone away. That full heart of yours will pour out. And no one will be there to mop it up except for you. I'll see you later, Party Peasant."
Sean reached up behind him into a cabinet as Funk gave his little speech. He removed a hand painted metallic fan and began fanning himself listening to his rant, he let out a scoff, but allowed the guy to continue. This was insane, like he wasn't going to demand people to call him a saint, but he would be damned if he wasn't one. Like that time Glow and him met again with that rat nest of hair, someone had to tell her she could do better than becoming a shelter for vermin. Or that other time when someone was going to go into battle with combat boots, c'mon, was this a deviantart page? Get some high grade military boots, the kind with the nice rubbery black finish. Don't be afraid to invest in good clothing, jeez. He blinked noticing him leaving, "HEY!"
Sean followed him out in the hallway and mouthed don't you dare as Funk turned to flee down the stairs with Snowy.
"SNOWYYYY!" Sean screamed and immediately tackled Funk into the stairs, but his eyes widened as they tumbled further downward.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 18, 2020 15:39:47 GMT -5
Sean was lucky Funk was holding Snowy hostage, or else he would have punched him the instant that stupid fan came out. Now he stood on the edge of the stairs, thinking about how he was going to jump down all these stairs without breaking something. The fear in the Sentinel's eyes and the vague threat he mouthed was only met with a smile from Funk. He didn't get much of a chance to turn around before Sean tackled him, arms wrapping around Funk's torso.
Everything slowed down. There was no way he could stop this now, catch himself or anything. His gaze slipped to the plastic ball in his hand, and he considered it. Either option he took was a risk; throwing the ball or holding onto it. Rolling it to support the weight mostly on his fingertips of his dominant hand, he threw Snowy's ball like a basketball. 'Kobe." He whispered as Snowy flew. His back hit the stairs and knocked the wind out of him before he could see what happened. Snowy was grateful for his owner's many blankets as the ball landed safely in a pile of them.
Sean hit the bottom of the stairs, but barely winced, he had his hand raised with the fan, but when Snowy landed neatly he instead accidentally slit part of Funks arm and rolled him over. Before Funk could react Sean was holding the sharp metal edges of the fan up to Funks neck, his elbow digging casually into Funks chest as he leaned in over him, "You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking it would be really fun to torture the heck out of you until you inevitably bend to my will and Glow has to come back and look at what I did to you."
His fan folded back in, tapping the smooth end against Funks cheek, "But I'll think about it," He smiled, getting up, "If you try and leave again I will restrain you and honestly I think you have unfinished business with me too so I doubt that will be a problem. My goal is to get you to leave me alone whether that means for you to not attack me again or ensure that you can never win Glow's heart. While your goal is to make sure is top being mean, the same goal as a third grader at recess, very valiant."
Snowy decided to take this opportunity to begin slowly wheeling away in her ball.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 18, 2020 17:11:43 GMT -5
Funk had pulled his head in, cushioning it somewhat with his arms as the pair fell. Each step surely causing some harm to one of them. Least they were carpeted. When they finally reached the bottom, it took him a second to process it. A few bruises were blooming purple on his arms and back, but was otherwise unscathed and somehow kneeling over Sean. Well, for a moment. He wished he could have appreciated it for a little longer, though he didn't get to react in time before his arm was split open and he was back on his back, wincing as he hit a bruise and the fan was pressed against his neck.
Even with every ache running through him, the elbow in his chest and that wild look in Sean's eyes, Funk couldn't take him seriously. Some hair had fallen in front of the Sentinel's face and Funk casually blew it away, grabbing Sean's hand with his good one and pulling the fan closer to his neck. "Please. Sentinel. Torture the heck out of me? You don't belong up there. Just try." His adam's apple bobbed a little as he could feel the slight prick of the blade dig into his skin somewhat. He let go when Sean moved away, though not before kicking him in the back of the thigh.
Funk pulled himself up to sit, looking at his slit arm as Sean talked. It went with the other scars nicely and wasn't bleeding much. Must have went through the fatty tissue. "You're really only proving my point with that, my third rate bully." Funk rose to his feet and took a look around. There was no way he was going to have medical supplies Funk wanted. He'd more likely be told to wrap it up in some linen and call it a day. So the Nemesis figured he may as well deal with it himself. Blood began to pool on his skin as he took off his shirt and wrapped it around the wound. It'd stain red, but surely Sean knew how to get bloodstains out by now. Funk tied the top half around to stem the bleeding before covering the wound in his makeshift tourniquet. "You had the opportunity to take my offer and never see me again. But you're stuck in your pride, so I'm not too surprised you turned me down." He'd switch gears. Now he wanted little more than to make Sean's life a living hell.
