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. ]

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for oorah (closed)

[nishizono]

[ he's outside when it happens, the first drop hitting him coolly on the back of the neck as he's painting oil on the shutters of the garage to frank's and micro's house (mom and dad, aw, look at them be cute together). at first he thinks that the eaves abovehead has caught morning dew a little late, and annoyed as he is about the wet surprise he just continues on with the work he's been set to do.

only the water keeps going. plip, plip, pliplipliplip in rapid succession before tetora realizes it: it's raining. and with it, an unholy shriek piercing the air in building volume, a sound tetora's just recently gotten too closely acquainted with.

tetora's indoors before the first heavy downpour touches the roof, but he's already mostly drenched by then - a good thing, as sound eaters begin wandering in and out of the alley he was just in. he waits a beat, then two, waits them out before he backs away from the windows and quietly runs up to frank. ]

Hey, [ he says in conversational tone, and the sound of his voice is weird after a month of not hearing it out loud. ] It's fucking raining.

[oorah]

[ frank had gotten swept up in one project after the next. if he isn't soundproofing the prison, he's soundproofing houses. and right now it feels rather indulgent to be soundproofing his. after this whole mayor thing he's been slightly more withdrawn than usual, except for with the kids. and tetora, since frank doesn't even really classify him as one anymore, even if he is fiercely protective of him all the same. there's something that's forged between them, a bond not unlike the one he used to share with billy. the thought hurts, but is easily pushed away when the young man in question comes bounding up to him.

he's about to pounce on him to prevent him from speaking as is ingrained into him by now, but it starts to register what's going on. the sound on the roof, tetora's wet clothes and hair, then he speaks and frank laughs. it's just a forced exhale, loud for a breath but silent by usual standards. tetora's voice is the only one other than david's that he's fully used to in this place, but it's still a novelty to be able to hear it aloud. ] No shit. [ it isn't a mock, but instead sounds bemused and conspiratory. what kind of trouble can they get into now??? ]

[nishizono]

[ tetora's still panting a bit from the run into the house, but upon seeing frank's own smile he mirrors it, a small smirk growing into a full out grin as he ducks and lunges at frank. he hasn't done a proper tackle in a while, his last one being from the hospital attack. he couldn't just do one so willy-nilly here, not when a tackle could make a loud noise that's more trouble than it's worth.

he doesn't know why he's tackling frank either. frank. of all people. the man who's as solid as a brick shithouse if the muscles bunched against tetora's shoulder is any indication. he hasn't fought anyone in a good while - not a real, proper fight where the only stakes are whether or not something gets broken, house furnishings be damned.

fight me her, tetora says with his body. try and break me if you dare. ]

[oorah]

[ when tetora comes flying at him, frank sees it coming from a mile away. he also doesn't really see the point in dodging. so he stands stock still while tetora collides with what may as well be a brick wall -- before he can bounce off frank's chest and hurt himself though, he grasps the front of his shirt, keeping him suspended but upright. his eyebrows lift, overall looking bored but maybe there's a thread of mischief buried there too. ]

You're a fucking psycho. [ he lets go so tetora can regain his feet, then crosses his arms across his chest. fighting frank didn't go so well for tetora last time, he wasn't expecting him to want a rematch on today of all days. ]

[nishizono]

I've been told!

[ a lot of times. so many times that he's lost count. tetora knows it's supposed to be a good thing for him, because it means the protocols that limit his abilities from overtaking his sanity has a functioning outlet he could utilize, but whatever. he's crazy. he's balls to the wall insane and he loves a good fight.

sue him.

he's not really the best at self-restraint, when it comes to the few precious things that make him genuinely happy, so when he simply bounces off frank's wall of hard muscle tetora doesn't think twice about running round and jumping up on the man's back. if this doesn't work, then what will? he doesn't even try for an arm bar. ]

[oorah]

[ again, frank sees him from a mile away. but if he moves tetora will hit the ground hard. he knows he can take it and that he doesn't really mind besides, but instead he just lets him climb aboard, grabbing onto his legs so he can't do anything too crazy. ] How's the view from up there, crackhead?

[nishizono]

[ there's no other way around it; tetora throws his arms around frank's shoulders in a loose hug and holds on. this is, in retrospect, his first ever piggyback ride. at the age of nineteen no less - imagine that. ]

Pretty good, old man. I could get used to this.

[oorah]

[ frank rolls his eyes, but starts towards the door. he walks unencumbered as if tetora weighs nothing at all. ]

Watch your head. [ he pushes the door open and nudges them both out into the rain. it shouldn't feel so good, or sound so good. but frank closes his eyes just to enjoy it for a moment, the sound and feeling of water all around. ]

[nishizono]

[ tetora almost protests, because he weighs something, even if he's a beanpole and a half, but he can't argue that it feels... nice. comfy, even, to be carried on someone's back. he's never done it before, seeing as he's often being the one carting people around thanks to his inability to take a hint and fucking die.

he's on hotdog's back, getting rained on, and it's one of the most peaceful moments he's ever had in his life.

if tetora ends up loosely hugging frank, that's nobody's business but his. ]