1 -- shout, let it all out (open log)

[nishizono]

Featuring: tetora (nishizono) and anybody!
What's happening: soundproofing people's houses, open to prompts, do whatever floats your boat
Day/s: the whole of march
Content warning: profane/nsfw language, possible graphic depictions/narrations of violence

i. soundproofing shenanigans
[ tetora was given, in exchange for his knives and other items, a task to do — soundproofing maintenance. it's an easy enough job, if tedious, but tetora hates owing people anything as much as he hates being chased, and he hates being chased a lot. so work it is — tetora sets out, door to door, and waits for residents to notice him before he gets to work.

if you find someone randomly loitering at your doorstep at some point this month? it's this guy, and he's here to protect your house from noise. ]

ii. wildcard!
[ leave me a prompt and i'll roll with it! for suggestions and questions, contact me through pm, discord (lucxy#3832), or superdick. ]

Comments

[nishizono]

[ tetora blinks at the words on his device screen, not understanding the meaning behind it before he remembers - ah, door to door sellers. tetora would laugh if he could without being ripped to shreds. he shakes his head at the kid in front of him, before texting back: ]

i'm here to help soundproof your house.
locals put me up to it in exchange for getting my stuff back.

[deadboywalking]

[Ohhhh, that makes a lot more sense. Will nods slowly, leaning against the doorframe and wrinkling his nose thoughtfully.]

they didn't just...let you have it back? how come?

[nishizono]

probably because i wouldn't do the job they gave me if i didn't get anything out of it.

[ tetora points to the door, surprisingly still possessed of his manners. ]

you gonna let me in?

[deadboywalking]

oh.

[Will looks intently suspicious for a moment more, then sloooowly steps to one side. The house is smallish, fairly messy, clearly the home of two tweenage boys.

There are also approximately seven thousand pint-sized cans of paint stacked up against one wall, and a huge table with boxes of markers and pencils and crayons and so on to one side. There's a half-finished mural of a castle and forest on one wall, which probably explains why Will is covered in paint.]

[nishizono]

[ the smell of paint is, at first, so acrid that tetora wrinkles his nose at the smell. avoiding the cans takes some effort, given the organized chaos of the arrangement, forcing him to set his things down by the door to avoid dropping it and causing a loud clatter.

the place is cozy-looking; it looks like something people could have lived in. homey, even. tetora would whistle if he could. ]

nice place you got. you living with other people here?

[deadboywalking]

[Will carefully skirts the edge of the stack of cans -- he should really find a better place to store those. Then he nods, matter-of-fact.]

my friend mike. he's the wheeler, i'm the byers. [Hence the large "Castle Wheeler-Byers" sign on the front of the house. You know, cause 13-year-olds usually get houses of their own.]

[nishizono]

[ "castle wheeler-byers" does have a nice ring to it, props to these kids. tetora starts getting to work though - starting with the cans, as he moves them aside and over the newspapers laid out on the floor. look, he'll even arrange them by color for easy access. ]

you two are the the only ones here?
this place looks like a lot for just two kids.

[deadboywalking]

[Your commitment to the rainbow is noted and appreciated, Tetora. Will steps in to help, making sure that nothing gets knocked over. He might be peeking at the soundproofing supplies too, in curiosity.]

yeah, just us. we get a lot of help, though, from some of the adults here. and some of the other kids.

[Unlike Mike "how dare you refer to me as a child I am a full grown man" Wheeler, Will isn't too proud to admit that two eighth-graders need a lot of help running a household.]

[nishizono]

[ did you doubt his commitment to sparkle motion rainbow-colored coordination? ]

how old exactly are you two anyway? you sure you two can handle running a household at your height?

[ like he's one to talk about height, but he's also not an eighth-grader here. ]

[deadboywalking]

mike's thirteen. i'm gonna be thirteen in a couple weeks.

[That's old enough!! And Will scowls a little at his...pocket-sized five foot even.] mike's like five inches taller than me, so.

[nishizono]

and that bothers you? his being taller than you?

[ if tetora could laugh, he would. but he doesn't, because oiling hinges is actually serious work when you can just about hit the top of the door jamb. ]

the best part about being small is no one ever sees you coming for them.

[deadboywalking]

nah, he can't help it.

[Will's crouched by the soundproofing materials now, looking over them curiously.]

yup. and you can hide easier. what do you do with all this stuff?

[nishizono]

i pad things to make them immovable or quiet. for some things, i make sure they're secured to the ground.

[ tetora watches will as he's watching the tools laid out between them, and cocks his head. ]

wanna join in?

[deadboywalking]

[Will lifts his head a bit, surprised.]

am i allowed?

[nishizono]

sure you are, i'd appreciate the help too.

[ in fact, tetora nudges his bag in will's direction. ]