(dup) ic contact
[ action or deliveries (the up, #029-B) | audio | text ]
▗▘ name: kokichi ouma
▗▘ handle: kinghorse (occasionally goes by anon un: keikaku)
▗▘ picture: photo id
[ The voicemail system clicks on -- ]
Nee-heehee... You've reached the top-secret whereabouts of the Ultimate Supreme Leader, also known as the boss of the evil agents who will overthrow both this world and the next! Except I don't take messages, 'cuz I'm impossible to contact. This tape will self-destruct in 3...2...1...
... That's a lie!
[ -- BEEP. ]

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i'll accept THAT over a useless thanks (*`▽´)_旦~~
[ look it's rough going from a fully stocked fridge of fizzy caffeine to jack shit, okay. ]
but yeah, just drop it off!!
anyone stupid enough to touch my stuff is already too stupid to live and get away with it!
so nooo worries~
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The insistence to just drop off the coat is a little strange, though. Of course, it's Ouma. But maybe it's not just that? Does Ouma really want to avoid him that much?
It's the last part, the "no worries," that ends up making Waver suspicious. It's too... nice, somehow. Maybe. God, Ouma is annoying. ]
I can just wait until you're home.
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as it is, ouma frowns reading the message. he wants his coat back, but he's also not willing to suck up his pride in order to get it sooner. ]
aww, you really wanna see me that bad, waver-chan??
i'm soooo touched... ٩(*ゝڡ◕๑)۶♥
too bad i'm busy right now
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...so it's kind of upsetting that Ouma is trying so hard to completely ignore it and avoid him now. ]
Fine. I can leave it with Shuichi if you're so desperate to avoid me.
I just thought you'd want it back.
[ He's seen Ouma wear it a lot, or he might not have bothered if it didn't seem important. Honestly, he's kind of wishing he hadn't bothered anyway, but it's too late now. ]
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his residential nonsense would work far less effective on shuichi, who has already gotten better at cutting through his bullshit than he ever could've anticipated. that's what prompts him to respond again, even though he'd very much like to tell waver that he's an idiot and ouma could've just left him in the snow and he'd have zero coat problems right now!! but he won't mention that. ]
can you read?
i'm busy.
so that applies to saihara-chan, too.
[ bitch since when ]
why can't you just drop it off, anyway?
scared of my big, bad floormate??
[ sora is terrifying, clearly. not that waver knows who's on his floor with him, even if waver's been in his room before. well...his former room, now. ]
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[ That makes no sense at all, even for Ouma. Why is he acting so cagey?? ]
I thought you'd want to make sure it didn't get stolen or something, but you're right. It probably belongs in the rubbish anyway so it's not like anyone would bother
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[ ugh. he tries to be decent and this is what happens!!
he feels his stomach drop slightly at the idea that it would get thrown away... it's not that important, all things considered, and it's not like he'd gotten to have it during the whole killing game escapade -- which is probably why it stings a little, getting something back he didn't expect to when he still doesn't even know what happened to D.I.C.E. maybe, just maybe, if he can be alive and get something like that back, then they might all still be alright, too.
he shouldn't even be fixating on that right now, but it's still there. always there, on the back of his conscience.
the familiar dread is quickly replaced by irritation, and ouma hammers out a last, excessively frustrated response: ]
but sure
whatever
i don't care
[ he follows up his last mash on the send button by throwing his device toward the foot of his shitty bed in the Down. ]
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I don't care either!
avoid me if you want
No one asked for your help
your clothes are horrid anyway it's basically a favor to humanity if I just burn the stupid thing
[ a few minutes later... an image attachment. because waver is a petty bitch.
it's of his hand holding a lit match very near a black scrap of cloth, though there's no telling from the framing whether it's Ouma's cloak or not. so much for being grateful. ]
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normally, ouma might send back a lovely image of his own hand flipping off the camera for waver or something, but as it is, he's not in the mood for it.
he does manage another retort at least, but it's far more terse than usual. ]
overkill, much?
hope you burn your own place down while you're at it.
[ clearly waver's doing better now, which means ouma's fine with wishing him the worst again. even if he's not serious about it -- but he can at least tell waver's not fully serious, either. there's just no reason to be bugging him over this if he really didn't care as much as he said he didn't, and ouma's always been good at pegging a lie.
that's slightly reassuring... but then again, waver's already went and gotten the entirely wrong idea in his head, so it wouldn't surprise ouma if the other got pissed off enough to actually go through with it.
but ouma's personal defenses are more important than a coat. he's still got his scarf after all this time, so it's like D.I.C.E. is still an integral part of him no matter where he ends up -- killing game, Up, Down, whatever... nobody can take that from him, at least. ]