[The post is hilarious and Baren was happy to read it. He got a couple of laughs, some especially hearty ones at familiar faces who were ready to throw him under the bus. It was great, entertaining, and not an unfamiliar event. Baren has just as many haters as he does fans. He's the kind of person that you love or you hate.
Until it sparked an odd recollection of people who did nothing but hate.
Hate hate hate.
Burning hate with blazing fire, discarded trash, and cruel laughter.
When he walked into Majima's place, thinking to entertain a few girls for a bit to get his mind off of things, his usual easy-going grin is missing.
Then he catches sight of Mista, distracted and he peers over to get a glance of what he's looking at - and he catches glimpse of the post that started it all in the first place.
He rolls his eyes, leans in and blows on the back of Mista's neck just to give him a scare.]
[It makes him jump. If Baren had been a half an inch to the left, he'd have gotten a very startled elbow to the face. As it is, Mista turns on his heel with half-formed fists up before realizing . . . oh.]
It's just you. Jesus Christ, Baren.
[In a second here, he's gonna notice something's off. For now his eyes are just narrowed, suspicious and a little annoyed. He's used to Baren starting shit, so for the moment he's simply waiting for it.]
[Well - he can't help it. The fists make him grin even as he's already automatically taking a step two paces back. You don't start as much shit as Baren and still manage to keep your model job without knowing a thing or two about holding your own when it counts.
So his laugh is easy even as he lets his hands fall into his pockets.]
'sup, sell out.
[baren he didn't actually say he was gonna give you up, stop it]
[It's like. Almost affectionate? It's some weird middle ground, because he doesn't actually want to punch Baren but also he sort of does, look it's complicated.]
You look like you're having a good day pissing people off. [Day ending in y, but.]
[wanting to punch Baren is a feeling everyone experiences at least once in their life
and in this case Baren's snickering - yes. he's coping with that and the hallucination that maybe no matter what life he's got, he'll be pissing some people off but
his poker face is a remarkable and worrying thing]
What else is new? Z especially is a hothead - he was practically asking for it.
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Until it sparked an odd recollection of people who did nothing but hate.
Hate hate hate.
Burning hate with blazing fire, discarded trash, and cruel laughter.
When he walked into Majima's place, thinking to entertain a few girls for a bit to get his mind off of things, his usual easy-going grin is missing.
Then he catches sight of Mista, distracted and he peers over to get a glance of what he's looking at - and he catches glimpse of the post that started it all in the first place.
He rolls his eyes, leans in and blows on the back of Mista's neck just to give him a scare.]
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It's just you. Jesus Christ, Baren.
[In a second here, he's gonna notice something's off. For now his eyes are just narrowed, suspicious and a little annoyed. He's used to Baren starting shit, so for the moment he's simply waiting for it.]
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So his laugh is easy even as he lets his hands fall into his pockets.]
'sup, sell out.
[baren he didn't actually say he was gonna give you up, stop it]
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[It's like. Almost affectionate? It's some weird middle ground, because he doesn't actually want to punch Baren but also he sort of does, look it's complicated.]
You look like you're having a good day pissing people off. [Day ending in y, but.]
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and in this case Baren's snickering - yes. he's coping with that and the hallucination that maybe no matter what life he's got, he'll be pissing some people off but
his poker face is a remarkable and worrying thing]
What else is new? Z especially is a hothead - he was practically asking for it.
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[Does it matter . . . it doesn't matter. But Mista is a gossip secretly (not so secretly), and anyway--]
If he'd been more confident he could've pulled it off.
[HE STANDS BY THIS, HE WILL STAND BY IT 'TIL HE DIES]
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I'm doing him a huge favor - a salon quality job like that would've cost him hundreds!
[which is why he smirks] So whaddya say, Mista? Let me have a hand at your head next?