Voice test. Canon is Jet Set Radio.

[tagjamming]

Hey, mun.

So, the grapevine tells me that you're looking to drop me somewhere. I'm not complaining; there are too many people in your head who get pissy at the sight of something other than white paint on the walls. Just -- there better be some supplies there, yo. And something to grind on.



...You think they're a pain in the neck when they're angry? [He laughs.] You ain't seen nothing yet.

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[tagjamming]

It's no difference to the people payin' for the walls. [He accents each of those words with a finger wag.]

[sugargrinds]

It sure as hell does when those are my tags you're smackin' into!

[tagjamming]

Hey, I'll fix 'em, I'll fix 'em.

...They'll probably look a bit better by the end of the day, too. [Have one quality Intolerable Smirk.]

[sugargrinds]

Oh, kiss your own ass on your own down time, Beaty.

[tagjamming]

Don't mind if I do.

[sugargrinds]

[Swats him over the head.]

That isn't an invitation, jackass.

[tagjamming]

[He takes it, sniggering.] Sure, sure, whatever.

Though if you ain't prepared to handle the facts, I think it's time you considered a job change, Gum.

[sugargrinds]

Oh please. As if I'd leave the GGs to you. No matter how nice you look, Beat, you'd screw up our new recruits in seconds flat!

Besides, you're not too bad when someone shoves you into a project right away.

[tagjamming]

Um, rude! When I become ruler of the GGs -- which I will -- then I'll do a way better job than any of you chumps.

[And all you receive for the second comment is a self-satisfied grin.]

[sugargrinds]

Because Corn is really gonna let ya take charge.

[tagjamming]

It's all a matter of time. [He cracks his knuckles.]

Sooner or later he won't be able to deny me any longer, and then -- bam. Knock 'im right off the seat.

[sugargrinds]

[She reaches out and grabs his arm, pulling him to her.]

Not if I trip you up, you won't.

[tagjamming]

Is that a challenge?

[sugargrinds]

Hey. You can't hit it, then don't play the game.

[tagjamming]

I never said I declined.

[sugargrinds]

Yeah... [And then she ducks around and places a quick peck against the corner of his chin and skates a few paces back.] You're pretty good at that.

[tagjamming]

[What.]

[What.]

[...What.]

--The fuck was that?!

[May or may not be blushing madly.]

[sugargrinds]

[Gum grins at the response--just what she wanted--and skates backwards, passing by Beat.]

Hey. If I like it, then I sure as hell take it.

[tagjamming]

[He's so easy to throw off, Gum. So easy.]

[In the meantime, he folds his arms and attempts to put on a stern expression to glare at her, though between the bug-eye glasses and the lingering tint on his face, he fails miserably.]

Go mess around somewhere else.

[sugargrinds]

I'm offering the same thing to you right back, Beaty.

[tagjamming]

No way, I was here first. [But he's smirking again.]

[sugargrinds]

If you want it...

[She reaches up a hand and twirls a lock of blonde hair around her finger.]

[tagjamming]

Do I have to chase you out myself? Are you really gonna make me do that? [Hand on hip. GUUUUUUURL, it's on.]

[sugargrinds]

[She makes a 'c'mon' gesture.]

Come get it.

[tagjamming]

[So he does.]

[...Aaaand guess who forgot to grab some spraycans?]