[ If given the chance, and being told that it would help capture Lupin? Jigen has absolutely no doubt that Zenigata would get into a strapless ballgown and wear glass shoes. Never underestimate that man and his dedication to the cause.
Giving one farewell glance to the literal mess that he and his partner have made on the deck of the building, Jigen puffs a cloud of smoke and settles into the nicely-upholstered seat of their stolen ride. In the background is the pleasant white noise of indignant spluttering, a musical "come back here, Lupin!" that echoes through city skylines. Some kids are trying to sleep, Zenigata, keep it down. ]
That went almost too well. Hopefully you haven't used up all your luck for the year on this one.
[ Designated driver that Jigen is, he maneuvers the helicopter adroitly, looking back every few seconds to make sure that they're not being chased. ]
sob ty(note to self and also you, MAYBe zenigata has a gd cuff machine or the copter was sabotaged?
[He's right, this was almost too damn easy. Which is why, disregarding every and all in-flight instructions he's ever been given, instead of securing himself in with a seat belt, he takes to stumbling his way around, hands gliding over panels and seats to make sure there are no snakes on this mother fucking plane.
Jigen's comment elicits a snort out of him. And he raps weathered knuckles against the panel of the 'copter, getting a metallic clunk as a result.]
Can't do too many things for luck. You don't have any salt for throwing over shoulders, do ya? [he's joking of course probably]
You know how it is, man. We'll take it as it comes, cool as cucumbers. [more like shitting like geese, frantically and coolly, but-- its his job to reassure and spread on the bullshit.]
I know you'll keep your eyes to the horizon and fly us straight and true like you know I'll get us outta whatever. [he doesn't even need to say it, does he? Dark eyes peek up to his hat laden counterpart up there. Trust me he already knows.]
[ Jigen's driven, flown, steered, and maneuvered the gang through so many obstacles by now that a little rough wind is routine and to be expected; which is why he doesn't bat an eye at Lupin's limbs moving all over the place, jostles a hip with a shoulder when it comes too close. ]
Dunno, your on-again off-again relationship with Lady Luck's really startin' to—
[ Starting to what? Give him premature grays? Give him phantom stomachaches? The world may never know, because he's cut off (as always) by a sudden jerk of the helicopter that lurches him forward and almost has his face collide with the panel: a romantic kiss scene for the ages. There's a moment of real concern where Jigen wonders if they've actually been shot (was Pops really that prepared this time??), but there's no rush of heat or decline in altitude to support that theory, and instead, there's a groan of motors and another forwards lurch of the vehicle, like a dog kept on a leash that's too tight.
Give him a moment to readjust his hat and his balance before opening the door to take a peek at what the hell's going on. ]
...Hey, take a look at this.
[ A thumb points to the landing skid, newly adorned with what looks like one end of a giant handcuff; they're really going for a theme today in this caper, "kinky-weird".
And of course, behind them, that ever-familiar voice shouting "I've got you now, LUPIIIIIIIN!!!!" ]
[Lupin's gonna need to take five minutes (well the rest of the night) or all of five seconds, Jigen, since his face and the side of the 'copter have now become incredibly acquainted with one another. It's one of those painful kind of love affair's that's got him pressed for time, space, and possibly a broken nose.]
Owowowow, shit...what the hell's his problem?! He's been watching to many cartoons...[yes he can see it, yes he's fucking annoyed and maybe a little jealous because that's pretty damn good--
Not better than anything harebrained he can come up with, though. When he peels himself away from his collision, face red and scratched, he wobbles over to the door, lunch bag in hand, and scowls]
Who the hell does he think he is? MacGyver? [We all know who has that title here. It's this guy. Bracing himself with the door, he up and tosses the apparently remains of his lunch right out.]
He's good, but I'm better. I've been waiting to use this one.
[He's just gotta time it right. With quick fingers he snatches his gun from its stowed compartments (his pantalones), and levels it.
The bag drops down, down towards this Cuff contraption]
[ Fight fire with fire. Jigen can see where Zenigata's coming from, but he almost feels sorry for the guy for starting with the bar raised so high; it's like he sprinted right through the baby steps phase and went straight for Olympic gold.
From his vantage point on the driver's side, Jigen watches Lupin get to work on making Zenigata literally eat his shorts with a detached sense of cool, preemptively pinching his nose just in case something unsavory happens to those discarded pantalones... One can never be too careful. ]
Something tells me Pops is gonna hate you for this one.
[ Not that Zenigata hasn't valiantly bounced back from truly ridiculous shit happening to him on an almost daily basis, but. Speaking of, the intrepid inspector seems to realize that Lupin is, as always, Up To Something, and waves an angry fist at the duo. ]
Lupiiiiiin! Don't try to worm your way out of this one!!
[ As if the two of them are secretly dying to be housed behind bars for the rest of eternity... Once Jigen hears Zenigata out, he ducks back into the 'copter, slouching forward to lessen whatever impact or tremor might result from whatever his partner is up to. ]
[Well as long as he doesn't take fifty years to finish the race-- oh nevermind that's exactly what this is. Lupin's feet slide against metal, a screech of soles, so he can brace himself wide, no longer relying so heavily on the door to keep him steady. It's purely skill and feline grace right now.
A single bead of sweat drips into his eyes which he blinks away with stubborn finality. When the bag finally, finally flutters far enough to nearly reach the mechanical workings of this contraption Zenigata shat out, Lupin takes a breath, holds it in his chest, and pulls the trigger.
Bullseye. The bag explodes, but instead of flames and danger and hellfire, what showers the machine's mechanisms and odds and ends and control panel and the cops--
is a goo that hardens instantly, securing Zenigata into place mid shout, fist still raised and megaphone raised to the star lit sky. His back up are in similar states of statuesque.]
LUUUUUUUUUPIIIIIIIIN! WHAT IS THIS STUFF? YOU'RE REALLY LOSING YOUR EDGE, USING SUPER GLUE-- ah, wait, what? Why can't I move? MY NOSE ITCHES, I CAN'T MOVE!
[Sounds from below are very reassuring.
Snickering to himself, Lupin crosses over to his seat and plops down, gun tossed beside him within easy reach.]
Nah, he'll get over it. Once his boss stops yelling at him and he gets someone to scratch his ass. Wish I could've taken a better look at that thing he had...Why? Think I should buy him a bouquet of hand cuffs?
[He hooks an ankle over his knee, folds his arms behind his head as he gets comfortable, and ponders. Dark eyes shine with curiosity. A terrible premonition.]
[ The glue gets everyfuckingwhere, including the little nooks and crannies of the main circuits keeping this cuff machine alive; the controls short circuit in an exaggerated crackle and pop, showering the poor inspector with brief bouts of static before shutting down completely.
A satisfying click, and the duo is freed from their restraints. Another victory for Lupin and Co., serenaded this time by plaintive Lupiiiiins instead of sexy saxophone music. ]
Ha! He'd toss it right back at you, like a bride at her wedding.
[ Catch that bouquet and you're next in line...for jail. Jigen snickers, resting one hand back on the steering to navigate them away from the scene of their crime. ]
[Lupin's always liked fireworks, and this is no different. They're missing a little something, like his face plastered in lights, but it'll do. There's a contented curl to his mouth, and he upends a salvaged packet of cigarettes from his ass pocket, plunks one into his mouth and lights it quickly. Ah, that's good.]
No way, he'd probably cry, he'd be so happy.
[He sits up a little, mock hurt coloring his face. He puts a hand to his heart for emphasis] Jigen, what are you talking about? You're my plus one. We've got to get ideas for the wedding, after all.
[It's truly smooth, embarrassing sailing from here.]
[ Ah, the merry return of "Raul and Lee"... or is it? Jigen hardly needs to keep his eye on the metaphorical road, but he pretends to be busy piloting the both of them to their shitty apartment, face set forward and his hands steady on the "wheel". ]
Don't remember ever getting a diamond ring from you, Lupin.
[ Delivered in expert deadpan. Though if the only criteria for marriage is a ring, Lupin would probably be married to Fujiko 10 times over by now— how many pieces of jewelry did she con him out of throughout the years, again? Shame on you, Lupin, you cheating dog.
This smooth, embarrassing sailing is going to destroy Jigen's blood pressure. ]
You think I forgot what an old fashioned guy you are?
[He chuckles, edges one shoulder back against the seat so he's turned for expert relaxation and observation of his partner. Deadpan meant to deter him? Perish the thought! His lower lip juts out from under the cig in prime pouting position.
OI there are many great loves and marriages in ones life, ok. the heart wants what it wants]
You mean to tell me you forgot about that crown I got you? And the tubs of booze? Sounds to me like you've caught a real dowry here, man. They used to exchange goats and cows, you've got nothing to worry about.
[ He plays along, if only because he knows how getting indignant is going to come off as: embarrassed, which is only half-true. It's the usual banter, but with that stupid tsundere twist that has Jigen looking straight ahead, appreciating the skyline instead of his company. ]
I keep forgetting, maybe because you're too damn busy chasing skirts all the time.
[ Hubby. He reaches inside his own pocket for his Pall Malls, sticks one in his mouth and motions towards his partner to give him a lighter. ]
[Long legs jerk up, his heels meet, and Lupin huffs a plume of smoke in clear discontent] You've forgotten? How could you! Why, I still remember the first time I saw you...and I just knew.
[He trails off, either struggling to remember or lost in nostalgia, gaze turned to the window and the darkness beyond. But it's not an uncomfortable darkness, it never has been.]
You've got a big chunk of my heart, man! No matter the skirt, or the jewel. Hmph. Which is more than I can say...
[Lupin supposes he could oblige his dear old buddy pal hubby. Instead of giving up the ghost, so to speak, he leans over to tilt his head, lips pursed so one burning end can tap against Jigen's cigarette. He exhales.]
[ He almost wants to say "what first time", or something about how Lupin's first real good look at him was probably past the barrel of his M19; but the rest of it disarms him, has him almost chew through the filter of his cig, eyes hidden somewhere under those thick bangs widening.
Asshole.
The sudden proximity and cloud of smoke are distinctly Lupin, but Jigen hones his attention towards the faint sizzle of Gitanes against Pall Malls, breathing in carcinogens that taste like home. Remember, kids: cigarettes can kill you, but so can insufferable thieves disguised as partners.
Jigen steps on Lupin's foot. ]
You're not even drunk yet. Save the sentimentality for later.
[ It's so hard when you try to live life as an unaffected coolguy and some bunch of ragtag nerds out you for the bleeding heart that you are, damn. ]
[He's got a wolf's hungry smirk for all of point five second before he's yowling like a cat with ringworm around the ass; somehow he doesn't drop the smoke, merely clenches his jaw while he tips dangerously to one side, drops gently right into Jigen's rather bony shoulder. Its thanks to pure skill and the weight of his scrawny ass they don't go careening into hell.
He clutches his foot and whines, loud and drawn out, knee damn near up to his chest]
What the hell, man! I need that foot, it's my running foot! At this rate I can't carry you over the threshold...
[Mouth downturned and working up to a good sulk, he huffs against Jigen's shoulder]
[ Is the rather heartless response to all this whining, but it's a testament to their time together that he doesn't shrug Lupin off. Whether it's because he's afraid that jostling Lupin will result in what he just voiced or something else, well. Who knows.
Don't worry, partner, Jigen's got this 'copter totally under control, as long as you don't!! push his buttons!! ]
And quit whining, all the adrenaline I had ran dry the moment I saw Putin on the toilet.
[ As if Lupin is the one to blame for that. They're moving past the glitz and glamour of the financial district now, weaving between the skyscrapers and 60-story apartment buildings towards more residential areas; Jigen tips his hat up for better visibility, craning his neck forward to get a better handle on their location in this grid. ]
[Puffing a sulky little wisp of smoke overhead, he rolls the shoulder pressed against Jigen's, and continues to be a dead, annoying ass weight.]
Jigen's cruel...you're breaking my heart. It feels like something's coming loose in there, and it's not the watercress...my soul feels cold...[lower lip quivering for emphasis as if to say THIS IS PROOF]
[he does manage a snicker for Poopin' Putin] Whatever, you loved that. You're gonna have dreams about his regal throne for weeks now! I should've taken a picture to hang on your wall.
[Well, well, well...everyone knows asking a Lupin not to push someone's buttons is a no fly zone. Ah, look, he can almost make out the ritzy pools from here, lit up with their fancy lights in the dark like beacons]
[ Don't you dare do the cute routine, Lupin!!! Especially not when Pootin is the topic of conversation!! Settling back in his seat, Jigen moves their ride away from the pools and the mansions, moves them towards the more modest segment of the area where they've rented out a cheap studio.
The problem is going to be where he'll eventually land this thing... they're not going to be very discreet, that's for sure. A click of the tongue, as he scans the lay of the land for a relatively open area. ]
You're talking about wanting to frame a picture of a guy taking a shit on my wall, and I'm the one that's cruel?
[ Please, Lupin... have mercy. His tone borders on sarcastic, exasperated, but let's face it— life is more exciting when he has to be on his toes. ]
I'll leave the paintings and knickknacks to you. I'll take the booze.
[TOO LATE!! he lays that downy widow's peak'd head against Jigen's collar, peeks up at him with eyes entirely too big and round for this shit. Long fingers pluck the cig from his mouth, lets it dangle to get ash everyfuckingwhere, it emits little puffs here and there as he exhales smoke sharply from the nose.]
It'd be tasteful! Tasteful encouragement. Better than those crappy self help books you and Goemon think I don't know about...you're so cold, my soul's slipping away and here you are just using me as your sugar daddy.
[Hauls his legs up and crosses them beneath him, then folds one arm around his middle, still sulking like a five year old against his partner, by the way]
You'd better share a little. Hmph. You know I like a little of the sauce when I'm redecorating.
[ There's a half-strangled Lupin, as black fabric gets peppered with grey (you're paying for the damn dry cleaning), one hand coming up in an attempt to flap a collar that's currently very occupied by a certain someone's head. The curl of smoke that Lupin releases pools under the brim of Jigen's borsalino, obscuring his vision and eliciting another sharp, almost-whine: Lupin. ]
They're not "self-help" books— hey, get your damn face outta mine—
[ They're "French for Dummies" and "Is the Soup Spoon on the Far Left or Far Right?", thank you very much. He tries to wave dust out of his eyes, the motion of his shaking translating to roughness in his driving. ]
I won't be doing any sharing if the guy I'm supposed to be sharing with is a dead man!
[Lupin chimes in with a soft exhale of Jigen, dark and smokey, and he gives it just a minute, just a moment in time to look into that shadow and that grumpy face, there's five digits circling around Jigen's wrist, warm lingering--
Then abruptly Lupin pulls away as if he hasn't a care in the world, one leg tucked under his chin while the other is folded beneath him, gaze on the window again]
So cold, so cold~~ I'm shivering over here, it feels like Antarctica. I might as well get some heat from the open window at this point, way up here. [His hands brace the sides of the 'copter again, and he slants a disgruntled look Jigen's way as if its his fault Lupin's a little fucking shit]
Take it easy, will ya? I've got to get this thing back in one piece.
[Many things, so many things.
Aw oh no that's so cute, their little book collection]
[ Katy Perry would love Lupin: hot and then cold. He's still slightly dazed, cigarette cloud still thick in his eyes when Lupin pulls back and pretends like whatever that just was... wasn't. It makes him feel stupid, like someone robbed of a first kiss, and he makes a soft sound of annoyance under his breath as he focuses his attention back on landing this stupid helicopter.
He's not ten, for fuck's sake. This is so annoying. ]
If you want to get off, you're free to jump.
[ He regrets saying that; it sounds petulant. Time to smooth himself back together, which he manages by lifting his hat off his head for a precious second, running one hand through his hair and combing it back before obscuring his face again. ]
...I'm landing this thing in a park. It's only a three block walk back to base, so don't complain.
Maybe I will! The open air'll appreciate my big heart and charm and shiny teeth.
[Last friday night, he was sitting in the bar, something something something-- Narrow shoulders jut upward, nearly touch his ears or the dashing sideburns. They match the displeased turn of his mouth, because he actually is ten and just what the hell are they doing, anyhow?
This isn't anything new. Egos and shoes trampled, shooting the shit, egging Jigen on until he snaps and growls and snarls, things getting done without a hitch. It almost gives him an uneasy feeling in the undercurrent of the adrenaline and the scent of Jigen now on his own collar. (which he revels in, turning the collar up against his neck and huddling in the well loved fabric of that embarrassing shirt)]
That'll work. We need to appreciate nature a little more, anyway! Gotta keep Jigen-chan happy.
[He's still a bit of a baby about cutting Jigen's patience so soon but it's worth it, for this scent and that tremor.
It'll look a little more like some late night black ops secret mission no one should inquire about or else get a nice padded cell instead of jacking some guy's shit. Professionals, god dammit.]
[ The familiar weight's relented and Jigen's shoulder is left feeling emptier than when he started; a paradox he vehemently ignores as he brushes ash residue off of his suit, only succeeding in leaving streaks of grey that won't come out despite his best efforts. How apt.
Their getaway vehicle sways in a passing gust of wind, propellers groaning under the strain of altitude change and shifts in current. It's enough for Jigen to go quiet for a precious few seconds, favoring his driving over conversation— effectively leaving Lupin cold, in mild retaliation for whatever just happened (or didn't happen? semantics).
Landing grates settle down on soft grass, bumping the both on them in their seats gently. Jigen heaves a breath. ]
What a damn ordeal.
[ Here he is, hopping outta there onto ground, tossing the keys to the engine starter over his shoulder to let it land... who cares where, he doesn't. ]
Some lucky kid's gonna be getting this for his birthday. [ Tap tap tapping his knuckles against the side of the 'copter. ]
[He takes a few more minutes than necessary checking the 'copter out one more time just to make sure nothing shiny catches his eye. It's also the perfect opportunity to pain that cheshire grin onto his mouth, scrawled wide and bright. There's nothing really of interest in here, there's an old lady's bra in the back he didn't see when they were flying for their lives; the very thought of how this came to be sends a shudder up his spine.
So with an about face he's going to just promptly put out of sight and mind and soul, he jumps out, lands with a few running steps, and eyes his partner for a moment. Same ol, same ol, huh?]
Oh he's gonna be in for quite a surprise when he checks this thing out. A birthday to remember till he's in his thirties in therapy, hehe!
[he pauses, opens his mouth to say something, then relents and rolls the cig between his teeth instead, turning away from this inconspicuous as fuck scene]
[ This poor metaphorical child is going to find that bra in the back and ask his equally doomed father what it's for, may the both of them find happiness in their future. Early Christmas presents aside, Jigen looks eager to mosey on out of there, if only because the neighborhood goons are going to start pooling around to sniff out the source of all the sudden noise. He doesn't feel like sticking around to explain.
Hands stuck in pockets, Magnum stashed neatly between pants and skin behind a thin layer of T-shirt (a rare occasion, currently jacketless as he is), he weaves into the shadows. ]
You don't gotta tell me.
[ Gruffly, though his posture slacks in the safety of empty streets, steps become a little brisker when he inhales cold air and lets it filter through him.
Like a good dog, he stops and looks over his shoulder to make sure that Lupin isn't far away. ]
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[ If given the chance, and being told that it would help capture Lupin? Jigen has absolutely no doubt that Zenigata would get into a strapless ballgown and wear glass shoes. Never underestimate that man and his dedication to the cause.
Giving one farewell glance to the literal mess that he and his partner have made on the deck of the building, Jigen puffs a cloud of smoke and settles into the nicely-upholstered seat of their stolen ride. In the background is the pleasant white noise of indignant spluttering, a musical "come back here, Lupin!" that echoes through city skylines. Some kids are trying to sleep, Zenigata, keep it down. ]
That went almost too well. Hopefully you haven't used up all your luck for the year on this one.
[ Designated driver that Jigen is, he maneuvers the helicopter adroitly, looking back every few seconds to make sure that they're not being chased. ]
sob ty(note to self and also you, MAYBe zenigata has a gd cuff machine or the copter was sabotaged?
Jigen's comment elicits a snort out of him. And he raps weathered knuckles against the panel of the 'copter, getting a metallic clunk as a result.]
Can't do too many things for luck. You don't have any salt for throwing over shoulders, do ya? [he's joking of course
probably]
You know how it is, man. We'll take it as it comes, cool as cucumbers. [more like shitting like geese, frantically and coolly, but-- its his job to reassure and spread on the bullshit.]
I know you'll keep your eyes to the horizon and fly us straight and true like you know I'll get us outta whatever. [he doesn't even need to say it, does he? Dark eyes peek up to his hat laden counterpart up there. Trust me he already knows.]
CUFF MACHINE IT IS, zenigata the prince
Dunno, your on-again off-again relationship with Lady Luck's really startin' to—
[ Starting to what? Give him premature grays? Give him phantom stomachaches? The world may never know, because he's cut off (as always) by a sudden jerk of the helicopter that lurches him forward and almost has his face collide with the panel: a romantic kiss scene for the ages. There's a moment of real concern where Jigen wonders if they've actually been shot (was Pops really that prepared this time??), but there's no rush of heat or decline in altitude to support that theory, and instead, there's a groan of motors and another forwards lurch of the vehicle, like a dog kept on a leash that's too tight.
Give him a moment to readjust his hat and his balance before opening the door to take a peek at what the hell's going on. ]
...Hey, take a look at this.
[ A thumb points to the landing skid, newly adorned with what looks like one end of a giant handcuff; they're really going for a theme today in this caper, "kinky-weird".
And of course, behind them, that ever-familiar voice shouting "I've got you now, LUPIIIIIIIN!!!!" ]
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Owowowow, shit...what the hell's his problem?! He's been watching to many cartoons...[yes he can see it, yes he's fucking annoyed and maybe a little jealous because that's pretty damn good--
Not better than anything harebrained he can come up with, though. When he peels himself away from his collision, face red and scratched, he wobbles over to the door, lunch bag in hand, and scowls]
Who the hell does he think he is? MacGyver? [We all know who has that title here. It's this guy. Bracing himself with the door, he up and tosses the apparently remains of his lunch right out.]
He's good, but I'm better. I've been waiting to use this one.
[He's just gotta time it right. With quick fingers he snatches his gun from its stowed compartments (his pantalones), and levels it.
The bag drops down, down towards this Cuff contraption]
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From his vantage point on the driver's side, Jigen watches Lupin get to work on making Zenigata literally eat his shorts with a detached sense of cool, preemptively pinching his nose just in case something unsavory happens to those discarded pantalones... One can never be too careful. ]
Something tells me Pops is gonna hate you for this one.
[ Not that Zenigata hasn't valiantly bounced back from truly ridiculous shit happening to him on an almost daily basis, but. Speaking of, the intrepid inspector seems to realize that Lupin is, as always, Up To Something, and waves an angry fist at the duo. ]
Lupiiiiiin! Don't try to worm your way out of this one!!
[ As if the two of them are secretly dying to be housed behind bars for the rest of eternity... Once Jigen hears Zenigata out, he ducks back into the 'copter, slouching forward to lessen whatever impact or tremor might result from whatever his partner is up to. ]
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A single bead of sweat drips into his eyes which he blinks away with stubborn finality. When the bag finally, finally flutters far enough to nearly reach the mechanical workings of this contraption Zenigata shat out, Lupin takes a breath, holds it in his chest, and pulls the trigger.
Bullseye. The bag explodes, but instead of flames and danger and hellfire, what showers the machine's mechanisms and odds and ends and control panel and the cops--
is a goo that hardens instantly, securing Zenigata into place mid shout, fist still raised and megaphone raised to the star lit sky. His back up are in similar states of statuesque.]
LUUUUUUUUUPIIIIIIIIN! WHAT IS THIS STUFF? YOU'RE REALLY LOSING YOUR EDGE, USING SUPER GLUE-- ah, wait, what? Why can't I move? MY NOSE ITCHES, I CAN'T MOVE!
[Sounds from below are very reassuring.
Snickering to himself, Lupin crosses over to his seat and plops down, gun tossed beside him within easy reach.]
Nah, he'll get over it. Once his boss stops yelling at him and he gets someone to scratch his ass. Wish I could've taken a better look at that thing he had...Why? Think I should buy him a bouquet of hand cuffs?
[He hooks an ankle over his knee, folds his arms behind his head as he gets comfortable, and ponders. Dark eyes shine with curiosity. A terrible premonition.]
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A satisfying click, and the duo is freed from their restraints. Another victory for Lupin and Co., serenaded this time by plaintive Lupiiiiins instead of sexy saxophone music. ]
Ha! He'd toss it right back at you, like a bride at her wedding.
[ Catch that bouquet and you're next in line...for jail. Jigen snickers, resting one hand back on the steering to navigate them away from the scene of their crime. ]
Don't invite me to that venue, I ain't going.
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No way, he'd probably cry, he'd be so happy.
[He sits up a little, mock hurt coloring his face. He puts a hand to his heart for emphasis] Jigen, what are you talking about? You're my plus one. We've got to get ideas for the wedding, after all.
[It's truly smooth, embarrassing sailing from here.]
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Don't remember ever getting a diamond ring from you, Lupin.
[ Delivered in expert deadpan. Though if the only criteria for marriage is a ring, Lupin would probably be married to Fujiko 10 times over by now— how many pieces of jewelry did she con him out of throughout the years, again? Shame on you, Lupin, you cheating dog.
This smooth, embarrassing sailing is going to destroy Jigen's blood pressure. ]
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[He chuckles, edges one shoulder back against the seat so he's turned for expert relaxation and observation of his partner. Deadpan meant to deter him? Perish the thought! His lower lip juts out from under the cig in prime pouting position.
OI there are many great loves and marriages in ones life, ok. the heart wants what it wants]
You mean to tell me you forgot about that crown I got you? And the tubs of booze? Sounds to me like you've caught a real dowry here, man. They used to exchange goats and cows, you've got nothing to worry about.
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[ He plays along, if only because he knows how getting indignant is going to come off as: embarrassed, which is only half-true. It's the usual banter, but with that stupid tsundere twist that has Jigen looking straight ahead, appreciating the skyline instead of his company. ]
I keep forgetting, maybe because you're too damn busy chasing skirts all the time.
[ Hubby. He reaches inside his own pocket for his Pall Malls, sticks one in his mouth and motions towards his partner to give him a lighter. ]
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[He trails off, either struggling to remember or lost in nostalgia, gaze turned to the window and the darkness beyond. But it's not an uncomfortable darkness, it never has been.]
You've got a big chunk of my heart, man! No matter the skirt, or the jewel. Hmph. Which is more than I can say...
[Lupin supposes he could oblige his dear old buddy pal hubby. Instead of giving up the ghost, so to speak, he leans over to tilt his head, lips pursed so one burning end can tap against Jigen's cigarette. He exhales.]
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Asshole.
The sudden proximity and cloud of smoke are distinctly Lupin, but Jigen hones his attention towards the faint sizzle of Gitanes against Pall Malls, breathing in carcinogens that taste like home. Remember, kids: cigarettes can kill you, but so can insufferable thieves disguised as partners.
Jigen steps on Lupin's foot. ]
You're not even drunk yet. Save the sentimentality for later.
[ It's so hard when you try to live life as an unaffected coolguy and some bunch of ragtag nerds out you for the bleeding heart that you are, damn. ]
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He clutches his foot and whines, loud and drawn out, knee damn near up to his chest]
What the hell, man! I need that foot, it's my running foot! At this rate I can't carry you over the threshold...
[Mouth downturned and working up to a good sulk, he huffs against Jigen's shoulder]
Maybe it's the adrenaline. You'd like that, huh.
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[ Is the rather heartless response to all this whining, but it's a testament to their time together that he doesn't shrug Lupin off. Whether it's because he's afraid that jostling Lupin will result in what he just voiced or something else, well. Who knows.
Don't worry, partner, Jigen's got this 'copter totally under control, as long as you don't!! push his buttons!! ]
And quit whining, all the adrenaline I had ran dry the moment I saw Putin on the toilet.
[ As if Lupin is the one to blame for that. They're moving past the glitz and glamour of the financial district now, weaving between the skyscrapers and 60-story apartment buildings towards more residential areas; Jigen tips his hat up for better visibility, craning his neck forward to get a better handle on their location in this grid. ]
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Jigen's cruel...you're breaking my heart. It feels like something's coming loose in there, and it's not the watercress...my soul feels cold...[lower lip quivering for emphasis as if to say THIS IS PROOF]
[he does manage a snicker for Poopin' Putin] Whatever, you loved that. You're gonna have dreams about his regal throne for weeks now! I should've taken a picture to hang on your wall.
[Well, well, well...everyone knows asking a Lupin not to push someone's buttons is a no fly zone. Ah, look, he can almost make out the ritzy pools from here, lit up with their fancy lights in the dark like beacons]
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The problem is going to be where he'll eventually land this thing... they're not going to be very discreet, that's for sure. A click of the tongue, as he scans the lay of the land for a relatively open area. ]
You're talking about wanting to frame a picture of a guy taking a shit on my wall, and I'm the one that's cruel?
[ Please, Lupin... have mercy. His tone borders on sarcastic, exasperated, but let's face it— life is more exciting when he has to be on his toes. ]
I'll leave the paintings and knickknacks to you. I'll take the booze.
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It'd be tasteful! Tasteful encouragement. Better than those crappy self help books you and Goemon think I don't know about...you're so cold, my soul's slipping away and here you are just using me as your sugar daddy.
[Hauls his legs up and crosses them beneath him, then folds one arm around his middle, still sulking like a five year old against his partner, by the way]
You'd better share a little. Hmph. You know I like a little of the sauce when I'm redecorating.
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They're not "self-help" books— hey, get your damn face outta mine—
[ They're "French for Dummies" and "Is the Soup Spoon on the Far Left or Far Right?", thank you very much. He tries to wave dust out of his eyes, the motion of his shaking translating to roughness in his driving. ]
I won't be doing any sharing if the guy I'm supposed to be sharing with is a dead man!
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Then abruptly Lupin pulls away as if he hasn't a care in the world, one leg tucked under his chin while the other is folded beneath him, gaze on the window again]
So cold, so cold~~ I'm shivering over here, it feels like Antarctica. I might as well get some heat from the open window at this point, way up here. [His hands brace the sides of the 'copter again, and he slants a disgruntled look Jigen's way as if its his fault Lupin's a little fucking shit]
Take it easy, will ya? I've got to get this thing back in one piece.
[Many things, so many things.
Aw oh no that's so cute, their little book collection]
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He's not ten, for fuck's sake. This is so annoying. ]
If you want to get off, you're free to jump.
[ He regrets saying that; it sounds petulant. Time to smooth himself back together, which he manages by lifting his hat off his head for a precious second, running one hand through his hair and combing it back before obscuring his face again. ]
...I'm landing this thing in a park. It's only a three block walk back to base, so don't complain.
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[Last friday night, he was sitting in the bar, something something something-- Narrow shoulders jut upward, nearly touch his ears or the dashing sideburns. They match the displeased turn of his mouth, because he actually is ten and just what the hell are they doing, anyhow?
This isn't anything new. Egos and shoes trampled, shooting the shit, egging Jigen on until he snaps and growls and snarls, things getting done without a hitch. It almost gives him an uneasy feeling in the undercurrent of the adrenaline and the scent of Jigen now on his own collar. (which he revels in, turning the collar up against his neck and huddling in the well loved fabric of that embarrassing shirt)]
That'll work. We need to appreciate nature a little more, anyway! Gotta keep Jigen-chan happy.
[He's still a bit of a baby about cutting Jigen's patience so soon but it's worth it, for this scent and that tremor.
It'll look a little more like some late night black ops secret mission no one should inquire about or else get a nice padded cell instead of jacking some guy's shit. Professionals, god dammit.]
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Their getaway vehicle sways in a passing gust of wind, propellers groaning under the strain of altitude change and shifts in current. It's enough for Jigen to go quiet for a precious few seconds, favoring his driving over conversation— effectively leaving Lupin cold, in mild retaliation for whatever just happened (or didn't happen? semantics).
Landing grates settle down on soft grass, bumping the both on them in their seats gently. Jigen heaves a breath. ]
What a damn ordeal.
[ Here he is, hopping outta there onto ground, tossing the keys to the engine starter over his shoulder to let it land... who cares where, he doesn't. ]
Some lucky kid's gonna be getting this for his birthday. [ Tap tap tapping his knuckles against the side of the 'copter. ]
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So with an about face he's going to just promptly put out of sight and mind and soul, he jumps out, lands with a few running steps, and eyes his partner for a moment. Same ol, same ol, huh?]
Oh he's gonna be in for quite a surprise when he checks this thing out. A birthday to remember till he's in his thirties in therapy, hehe!
[he pauses, opens his mouth to say something, then relents and rolls the cig between his teeth instead, turning away from this inconspicuous as fuck scene]
C'mon. You don't wanna miss your show, do you?
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Hands stuck in pockets, Magnum stashed neatly between pants and skin behind a thin layer of T-shirt (a rare occasion, currently jacketless as he is), he weaves into the shadows. ]
You don't gotta tell me.
[ Gruffly, though his posture slacks in the safety of empty streets, steps become a little brisker when he inhales cold air and lets it filter through him.
Like a good dog, he stops and looks over his shoulder to make sure that Lupin isn't far away. ]
You're not going to go out and celebrate?
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