fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Okuyasu had chucked pumpkins in class, which had made today honestly quite fun. But then when he'd gotten a mysterious package in the mail, he was extra curious. What possibly could anyone be sending him? Was it secret orders from Jotaro? A care package from Tonio?

He brought the package into the common room and set it on a counter, where he opened it to reveal... a smaller, wrapped package. But there was a note!

Hey Okuyasu,
Just because you went off to some weird American school doesn't mean I'm going to forget your birthday! This is from me and Koichi and I guess my old man too since I used his stolen money for this. Enjoy it, and write back more!

-Josuke

"...Oh right it was my birthday," Okuyasu said, realizing he was seventeen now. "It completely slipped my mind and... well nobody here knew I guess."

He opened up the package and got just a little weepy eyed at what was inside. While the gift itself was just two new gold badges for his uniform (now with studded gemstones!), it was wrapped in newspaper from Morioh and there were even some lottery tickets inside. And then, at the bottom, a picture of Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu's dad, Tonio, and even Ronan (who did not look like he wanted to be there). That was real nice.

[ooc: Very open post! Save me, I am stuck at our call center for 2 and a half hours.]

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"Oh yeah, that can be important," Okuyasu said with a sage nod. "I don't do so good at anything that's not just... head on. But that stuff can be important too! I guess it's just a different sort of bodyguarding. Not the... stand in front of them kind. Though that way is pretty dangerous."

That's how Okuyasu died that one time.

That seemed like a good way to die lots of times, really.

Not that Prompto would have a good track record with that as the long-range guy. It helped if a long-range guy sort of stayed at long-range, but, hey, thank goodness for pheonix down, right?

"Yeah," he said, "it's more of a stand-by-each-other's-side, group effort sort of thing? We all just kind of work together as a unit, Noct included, and we've mostly just got to watch his back."

Okuyasu nodded like he really understood. "I don't exactly know how that works in real combat stuff. Though I've been in a few fights. Just not... prince protecting fights. I saved an old man from an assassin once though!"

He beamed. "I even figured out who it was even when he was pretending to be someone else."

He absolutely hadn't. He'd just gotten lucky that he punched the bad guy first.

"Hey," Prompto offered encouragingly, "that's not bad! I've never saved an old man from an assassin yet, so there's that! I mean, I hope I won't have to. And Noct's not an old man, anyway, and if I'm saving anyone from assassins, it should be him, but..." He shook his head, obviously about to get jumbled up if he kept going. "Point is, good work, man."

Prompto gave him a very emphatic, enthusiastic thumbs up.

"Yeah it's dangerous stuff," Okuyasu said with a nod, then his face sunk a little. "I mean, when things are that bad, not everyone makes it out okay, even if it's just the school year."

"I got lucky, I think. I didn't stay dead."

Just a fun, casual thing to drop into a conversation.

Uhhh, yeah! Totally.

"Errm...," said Prompto, eloquently, "yeah! For sure. I mean, not everyone...does, right?"

Most people.

Most people didn't, Prompto.

Prompto shifted over to the fridge, where he hoped to find something to talk about that maybe might be a little less...you know...death</i related? "Hey," he said, pulling out a container after opening the door, "you don't think this fried rice belongs to anyone, do you? It doesn't have a name on it, I"m pretty sure that makes it fair game for anyone else, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," Okuyasu said. "If there's no name it's fair game. Oh, that rhymes in English!" He chuckled. "But if people don't want their stuff taken, they wouldn't leave it in there."

Okuyasu had some... interesting ideals about personal property.

How did that somehow make Prompto feel worse about taking it?

But he still shrugged. "It was probably leftover from some delivery arriving with too much stuff anyway," he reasoned. He popped the container open to have a look at how much was inside before tilting it a little toward Okuyasu. "Want any?"

“It smells okay? Then I’ll take some. I won’t turn down free food, but I will be careful about upsetting my tummy.”

A term most mature teens used.

"I should probably not add the hot sauce until after I split it, then," said Prompto with a faint grin, mostly just feeling glad that Okuyasu had said he'd take some so that now he was guaranteed to not just wolf down the whole thing and went to split it into two bowls to pop into the microwave.

“Oh no, no hot sauce for me! I can’t even eat curry that’s not the kind with apples. Spicy food really doesn’t agree with me.”

He was an absolute baby when it came to food.

“So you can save all that sauce for yourself.”

"Sounds good, bro!" Prompto chirped, going to hog all that sase for himself. "I love spicy, myself, but I can totally get why it might not agree with everyone."

"I..." Okuyasu actually stopped himself from saying the 'get diarrhea tummy' that he'd been thinking. "I just have a sweet tooth, that's all." That seemed like a good way to spin it.

"Though I've had spicy spaghetti that really blew me away! But that's because it was made especially for me."

Prompto very much appreciated your discretion in this matter, Okuyasu, yes.

"Like....literally blew you away?" he asked, lifting his brows a moment before the ding of the microwave had him turning around. "Or just, like, figuratively?"

Look, the dude had mentioned not staying dead, and, you know, Fandom brought in all types....

"Literally," Okuyasu said. "My guts flew out and everything! But it's okay because that was just the step before growing new ones that were better."

It had been one hell of a dining experience.

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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