15 [Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

[It's been a week since his group and so many others had returned from the Southern Farmlands... Since they returned from the heat of war. Some people died out there, both friend and foe, and many more were injured. Of course, Gold knows that all too well. Masaomi broke his ankle out there, and Gold's been accommodating him in his house ever since they got back.]

So, everyone's holdin' up alright after last week, right? Man, between that and that damn experiment, February was way too busy for my tastes.

But... You know, part of me really kinda misses that place we were stayin' in for the battles now. A sweet room with anything we could possibly ask for, and a giant robot to fight in? Hey, if goin' back there means gettin' all that back, then sign me up already! Sure beats this dump, at any rate.

[And now for some conversations directed at certain people. Fuck yo' filters, he doesn't need them.]

...Speakin' of, they... didn't let you keep Gurren Lagann, huh, Simon? ...Oh, and, uhh... Oi, Mikado, Frey. I got a proposition for you two, if you're willin' to listen.

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[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold is chilling in his room at the time. In the middle of closing his journal when Masaomi approaches. Gold's surprised to see Masaomi seeking him out, used to going to him usually.]

Heeee~eeey, look at you, movin' around so skillfully on those crutches! Talk about a pro.

[generalflirt]

I can't let it keep me down forever, riiight?

[With a little bit of a sheepish smile. But behind that, he's frustrated at his lack of mobility right now. He knows sensei did her best and the prognosis was even for less time than he remembers other breaks being given for other Scarves back in the day. But it's still irksome]

[mischiefbreeder]

That's the spirit! Gotta keep your head up, dude!

[generalflirt]

[And then to business:]

So, why are we calling Mikado?

[mischiefbreeder]

It's pretty simple, really!

[generalflirt]

[Yes and do tell, his look flattens just a little]

[mischiefbreeder]

[A silence on his part for a moment. He expected more of a reaction...]

...How do you feel about movin' in?

1/3

[generalflirt]

[Mikado is always serious business to Masaomi, okay. Always]

[generalflirt]

Aaah...? So that's what it was.

[He contemplates this a moment, considering. Well, ultimately-]

[generalflirt]

[He shrugs, grinning]

That all depends on Mikado.

[mischiefbreeder]

Well, duh! Why do you think I'm askin' him?

[He shrugs.] I wasn't even gonna say anything to you until after I talked to him, but I guess you're just too crafty for me. [Obvious sarcasm.]

[generalflirt]

Ah! But is there really room for everyone?

[There is, of course... but it's probably better to ask.]

[mischiefbreeder]

Enough for everyone to get their own room!

[generalflirt]

And are you sure you just don't want the Wii?

[mischiefbreeder]

[He makes an over-exaggerated noise of disgust.]

Augh, you caught onto my plan!

[generalflirt]

I have been called a mastermind before, after all!

[With a wry smirk here]

[mischiefbreeder]

Too bad you've fallen right into my trap! [Insert devilish grin here.]

[generalflirt]

Aaah~! Then will I need to defeat you after all?!

[mischiefbreeder]

You won't be able to. You've already lost this battle!

[generalflirt]

[He shrugs.. and shifts his position on the crutches]

I don't know about that, Gold~!

[mischiefbreeder]

Then we'll just have to see, won't we?

[generalflirt]

Oh, and the truth be be clear soon enough, man.