c17h19no3 | [ "Which are we helping?" "The girl!" "Typical." ]

[When Lupin reels sideways to knock one narrow shoulder against his partner's, he's not afraid the other man will fall off the goddamn beam. That's what utility belts were for. And a gentlethief's balance, for starters. Have no doubt the two of them are fitting in nicely with the rest of the construction worker staff, among saws and drills and steel and rusty-in-themselves supervisors.

Plus, it's lunch time. They can't die during lunch! It'd be embarrassing.]

Hey, look. A tool with a tool. [with a jut of his chin and a curl of his lips he indicates a fellow 'coworker' nearby. He's got a drill, of course.]

[Though it may seem his eyes are peeled for tomfoolery around here, that dark gaze is sharply trained on the building directly across from them. It towers over all the small businesses in the surrounding area and there's a great view of all the little blue collar workers on each floor....

The blinds are drawn on the room set aside for important board meetings. Interesting.]

[ It's a good thing that if there was ever a time when either of them were squeamish about heights, they've passed that juncture ages ago; shaky footing comes with the territory, and Jigen doesn't flinch at the jostling as much as he raises a brow under the shade that his hat casts over his eyes. He knows his partner can read the sentiment.

But, the more important issue of this shady guy comes into play, which requires his momentary attention... and sure enough, it's strange that amidst all the other workers who seem happy enough to put their tools down and sit with their deli sandwiches, this guy is still looking for some work to do. ]

Above and beyond the call of duty.

[ His tone is bone-dry, as he inches a little closer towards Lupin. ] Who's he trying to impress, huh?

[Lupin unsuccessfully smothers a snicker into his ham and turkey sandwich, it's a wonder nothing goes down the wrong pipe. He keeps his shoulder pressed against Jigen's, shrugs, eyes flickering to the street below.]

Too high up for normal guys like that to chase skirts. You've got to be a professional in most things, my good man.

[Having a free hand is real handy; he pushes the safety goggles he didn't bother to remove further up the bridge of his nose with one finger, smirks when the lens magnifies on the grounds below. The hustle and bustle may be distracting but it's easy enough to spot the suits hanging about.]

That's probably it. Wonder what the competition rep here thinks of all this...mighty kind of him, coming all this way.

[he trails off with a giggle, having spotted more interesting things]

Hmm, nice legs there...

[ Where there are suits, there's trouble. It's the cardinal rule, and Jigen rolls his eyes as he unwraps his own sandwich, keeping his other hand trained against his belt in case he's required to shoot something out of someone's hands at a moment's notice. It wouldn't be the first time. ]

Hey. If you keep watching the legs, you're gonna miss this guy's act.

[ Their "coworker" inches a little further along the beam, polishing his drill as if he's just doing maintenance on it. Nothing too big in terms of movement, but it's worth keeping an eye on.

A thoughtful bite of his sandwich, and then, a beat later: ]

—Watercress?

Child's play, man~ They've come to throw their muscle and green power around but we both know they're here for similar interests: our pie.

[he really should have put a less mayo on this thing, there's already a smear on the arms of the glasses. Bright eyes follow the trail The Man and his entourage make into the office down below, more or less the finest RV money can buy. Their coworkers mumble among themselves, gossip about the tactless men in identical suits and glasses. The type anyone would recognize.]

There's going to be an offer they can't refuse, but that old man is pretty sentimental and stubborn as a goat, so surprise surprise~ The script won't pass the round table.

[Lupin's eyebrows raise, expression the picture of innocence as he curves one noodle-y arm around Jigen in order to go for his tupperware and the potato chips inside.]

It's good for your tummy trouble.

Good to know that some people living in skyscrapers still know how to be sentimental.

[ Which is convenient for them, all things considered. He won't pretend to take the moral high ground here, even if he might have a gooey center: that's under wraps.

When Lupin does the good ol' reacharound to try to pilfer his chips, Jigen retaliates with a quick (very quick) slap to the back of his friend's hand, accompanied by a nudge of his leg to move his precious crisps farther away from Mr. Master Thief.

Seriously. Watercress? ]

Sheesh, you bring me here for work and all I get is watercress. I'll come back to haunt you if this turns out to be my Last Supper.

[Lupin pushes the glasses up until they settle at his hair line to ruffle the short locks there, rolls one shoulder, then the other. He points up.]

How can you not when that's the view. Probably likes to think it's only London bridges that come down like this. How to remove a root like this could be up in the air without that last nudge.

[Get it? In the air? Ah, he kills him.

Speak for yourself, Mr. Gooey McCenterfluff. The swat rewards Jigen with nothing but a long, drawn out whine in his ear. Lupin won't be deterred, though. He sulks for a good .8 seconds before making a grab for the chips, leaning over Jigen]

I'm only looking out for all your Suppers, man! I made it with love, too. [a sniff and a put upon pouty lower lip]

Ghost you had better start paying rent for riding on my coattails, then. You're not allowed.

[ He'll take a moment to humor that first joke with a slight exhale, bordering on a laugh, which only disappears when Lupin interrupts it with his whining and his continued efforts to steal the only highlight of Jigen's frugal meal. Not today, mister. ]

You have love left for little old me, huh. Color me flattered.

[ Not that he doubts Lupin's endless reserves of amorous feelings for every woman with a nice rack and a pulse, but he'll make a snide comment when he can make one. It's harmless, though, and punctuated with him leaning over Lupin's lap to get at his box of juice. This means food war. ]

I'll start paying rent when you start paying me.

[ Listen, doing heists together, basically living together, and splitting their winnings in their day-to-day-lives doesn't necessarily count as getting paid.

Semantics, though. ]

Edited 2015-01-21 08:43 (UTC)

Somehow I do in this big ol' heart of mine. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Remember that, Jigen- chan-- hey you asshole, I packed that Hawaiin Punch specifically for the view!

[Cue Lupin's grubby mitts curling around Jigen's juice box since he went and left himself wide open, what a gift! (its the nasty kiwi kind that no one actually likes but they deal with it anyway), gives it a squeeze and sprays Jigen's grubby mitt.]

[They're literally five years old. Lupin's lip is buttoned in a scowl.]

I pay you with good clean association and all the booze you could ever want. You could have a tub of the stuff with a side of diamonds! Am I just your sugar daddy now?

[addressed oh so mournfully, dear ol' loyal partner, HE SEES HOW IT IS!

uHM WHAT about bathtubs of booze is not computing beneath that hat?? Do you need an airvent, man?]

[ Undoubtedly, Fujiko is watching this from some vantage point and shaking her pretty head at how she manages to associate with these literal nerdlords on a semi-regular basis.

One of two of these nerdlords is now trying to wipe his kiwi juice-sodden hand on Lupin's shirt, almost spilling the meager contents of his watercress sandwich onto his lap. No love lost, but he'd rather not have to scrape mayonnaise stains out of his slacks, so he bobbles his lunch and tosses it back into his paper bag. While he's doing this, he'll also try to get a few bites of chips in, before Lupin manages to steal them all. ]

Hah, "clean association"! You're as dirty as your underwear drawer.

[ He's seen that underwear drawer, he knows what he's talking about. The joke's on Jigen, though, because he's the one that's making a conscious choice to keep partnering with Arsene "Dirty Drawers" Lupin III.

The bathtub full of booze is a nice perk. ]

I'm gonna take that as a guarantee that I'm getting a bathtub full of booze, after this.

[She's seen both their underwear drawers and Goemon's and she still wonders what life would be like if only they hadn't met, quite wistfully.

have another squirt of juice boxy for your troubles, man, bam! right on the beard. Lupin's mouth curls into a grimace at the mess on his shirt but that's alright, it's not the suit, everything's good!

Until it isn't]

I'll have you know our samurai friendo mixed the detergent with some chemicals I was working on. [another sniff, chin lifted in a regal and snooty expression he has no right carrying on] You just can't understand the elegance that is the Isley Housewives Backdoor Poolparties, man.

[but he rolls his eyes and gives Jigen a little mercy; he waits a few beats before rescuing the chips from his friends' clutches, shovels handfuls into his mouth as soon as the plastic touches his fingers.]

When this is over you'll have a swimming pool full of booze and a pool girl to make eyes at while pretending you're not.

[ So that was the source of the frankly abhorrent smell... Jigen wrinkles his nose against the memory of Lupin's mutant laundry, mouthing a quick "hey" at the loss of his precious chips. Rest in pieces. ]

You let Goemon do the laundry?

[ Not that Goemon can't be domestic as fuck, but. Still. All he can imagine is the guy near a river scrubbing Lupin's underwear with a 500 year old bar of soap. He would laugh about it, but his lunch is quickly becoming his partner's lunch, so he takes that moment to, instead, drink most of the remaining punch. ]

And take the damn pool girl, you'll wind up scaring her off before I get to do anything with her. Which is nothing, by the way.

[If he's a good boy, Lupin might leave him a few crumbs. They're damn good, not as great as the bbq ones but they're really hitting the spot. He holds them close to his chest, knees up, like he's a wild dog and he's sure Jigen's going to take his prey.]

It was either that or let him air out the mattresses like he was so determined to do. I did us both a favor, you're welcome.

[when that guy had it in his head to do something, it took a lot to distract him. Sometimes, sacrifices had to be made. The sacrifice of a shitton of fabreeze infesting the drawer, for example. (he's pretty sure Goemon just does it to be an asshole so)]

[Lupin spares him a glance and lets a chuckle tear from his throat, along with a nice sprinkle of chips]

Can I have that in writing? I can't let her delicate and pretty hands clean that thing all by herself...Maybe I'll make a day of it. Gentleman, remember? Take a page out of that book, Jigen-chan.

[ Those chips are quickly becoming a lesson in futility, so Jigen reaches for Lupin's half-eaten ham sandwich instead, using impeccable manners to take just the protein out of the mix. See how you like eating a cheese-only sandwich now, prince of thieves!!!!

He mulls over the thought of Goemon febreezing the entire apartment, though, and can't help but snort quietly as he munches on his well-deserved meat. ]

You should be the one thanking Goemon, you've got a recipe for one hell of a stink bomb now.

[ Really, they should set fire to one of Lupin's old pairs of boxers one day, Jigen's pretty sure it'll serve as both a smoke screen and a stink bomb. Combination man-musk and febreze.

He wipes some crumbs out of his beard, and tries to wring some juice out of it, while he's at it. This is what he suffers for friendship. ]

And, which book? The one where you get your ass handed to you by Fujiko all the time?

At least leave a piece of ham, you monster!

[pissbaby gentleman isn't too thrilled with this development, so, tongue between his teeth for concentration (all for show, of course), he flicks a chip into Jigen's beard and when it lands true in that bush of mass destruction, he pumps a fist victoriously.]

[the victory turns into a thoughtful look] I'd have to find a way to make sure it's delayed upon ignition...[a smirk slides across his face as slick as oil] Shall we test it out later? He owes me more underwear, too. He'll have to surrender to my terms.

[a scoff and a wave of his hands, more crumbs everydamnwhere. why doesn't Jigen understand it's all part of the game?! Well the refusal of the pool girl, for one. That's why]

No! Sometimes I l- I mean, uh...[how to not incriminate yourself in front of your partner who will kick your ass for actually admitting it aloud by: Aresene Lupin III]

You just don't understand love like I do! The passion, the daring, the will they or won't they~! [here, he sets down the empty tupperware to wind his arms around himself, squirming disgustingly] Fujiko keeps coming back to me, like a hot, curvy boomerang aussie! And I'm her strapping diamond incrusted crocodile purse hunter. Put that in a book!

[ The rest of the workers are giving them looks, but in the kind of way where it's clear that the duo look less suspicious and more... well, kind of stupidly funny, really. It's the kind of fond exasperation that comes along with the territory, a quiet "man those two are nerdy as hell... you do you".

Jigen's given up on trying to piece together the fragments of his dignity, so he flicks the chip that was previously embedded into his facial hair back at Lupin like a flimsy frisbee. It hits his partner's already-stained shirt and falls off the beam, down into oblivion. ]

Huh. I'll take up publishing when you bite the bullet.

[ Which is bro code for "and that's never, so don't expect that biography to ever get written". This is what it is. ]

—So. What's the game plan, by the way?

[Lupin clicks his tongue at the soft sensation of chip-meets-chest, but otherwise doesn't retaliate. Even with the supervisor gesturing at them from down below, the atmosphere has changed. There's something in the air, almost a palpable electrical current stirring the hairs on the back of his beck.]

It goes like this: those suits are going to try to wrestle the old man, right? He's going to refuse. Later tonight, when all the little men go home to their wives or tv dinners, there's going to be a maintenance session for the air conditioners in the board room. [gives Jigen a side glance] It's been sweltering lately. While that happens, I imagine more suits will come 'round to the old man...but he's going to be mysteriously missing. Along with the heat, there's been strange holes opening up around here...

[lifts shoulders in a shrug, wiping the last of the mayo and crumbs from his mouth with the back of one hand] It'll be a home run, for sure.

[so jigen is turk basically]

Edited 2015-01-22 04:01 (UTC)

[ With his lunch mostly demolished and his juice mostly on himself and not in himself, Jigen calls it quits; the remainder of Lupin’s juice is left for him to finish, and Jigen reaches inside his pocket for a quick smoke. ]

“Strange holes”.

[ He parrots with a stale cigarette between his lips, ignoring the stinkeye he’s getting from some of the others below him. It’s just a few puffs, he’s not going to be setting anything on fire (knock on wood). ]

Well, as always, I’m followin’ your lead. I already followed you all the way up here.

[ A curl of smoke rises up from his stub of a cig, tracing a nice thin line into the sky. ]

Scientists thought they were regular sink holes but after a bit of research it was determined that's not the case.

[snaking an arm over, he plucks a cigarette all quick-like from his friend's pack, perching it in the corner of his mouth. His eyes follow the trail of smoke he leaves behind as his hands fiddle for a lighter; he goes for his breast pocket first, remembers he's not in his suit, then looks in the lunch bag.]

It's a good thing we've never been afraid of heights, then. [metaphorically and physically. except for real romances, occasional gunmen's superstition and that one time Fujiko got amnesia and was kind of sweet, he's not afraid, much. Not even of hangovers.]

[ A huff, at that first bit. ]

Anyone could've told them that it was the work of giant "rats".

[ Cynical humor, ha ha. There'd be a reprimand here about Lupin getting his own smokes, but Jigen knows when not to fight an uphill battle. Besides, it's not bad— a smoke with his partner, topped off with a view. Somehow, it feels like a preemptive victory celebration. ]

And I'd be a lousy gunman if I were afraid of heights. Imagine a sniper whose personal limit is the third floor of a building.

Pretty snazzy rats with great taste if I do say so myself.

[Lupin finally finds a lighter, a cheap, plastic doohickey that sputters to life after two tries. The nicotine rushes through his veins, nice and smooth. Pursing his lips and tilting his head, he lets a stream of smoke puff above in a cloud. Nothing quite beats this (besides tubs of money and jewels and a tub with Fujiko).

He jostles Jigen's shoulder again, snerks] And they've got a golf cap on instead. What a disgrace~

[ Jigen swings his legs a few times, tapping the heel of his nice shoes against the beam. Being so painfully blue-collar is refreshing; maybe this is how it feels to be a normal civilian.

Not that he'd trade his current standing for this, of course.

Keeping his shoulders relaxed, he answers the nudge with an elbow, painfully accustomed to not having personal space when it comes to his partner and his antics. ]

Call me old-fashioned, but being well-dressed is a part of professionalism.

Well sure, you can't go out half dressed for a party. It'd be just embarrassing. Unless it's a job like that.

[Trails off with a grin and a nudge nudge and a goddamn wink wink. He plucks the cigarette from his mouth to exhale a new stream of smoke, already feeling the tar settle wonderfully. Lupin's expression smooths out.

Down below it looks like the supervisor has given up and he's not even blue in the face today from yelling at them so much! It's truly a miracle. And it seems like there's a commotion rendering from the RV meeting, drawing in curious workers not as subtle as certain thieves are at eavesdropping. They don't even have glass cups out, smh.]

I suppose if you jump out of a cake it's just as professional. [have they not done that yet? Huh.] He sure is letting them have it. That'll show the smug bastards. [at least until they pull the rug out from under them.]

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