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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[sugargrinds]

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

Come get it.

[tagjamming]

[So he does.]

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

[sugargrinds]

[Guess who's gonna grab you 'round the waist and pull you close.]

You were saying?

[tagjamming]

[Shit!]

Shit!

[He linefaces pretty hard at her, but once again, fails to look even the least bit imposing.] The fuck is wrong with you today, Gum?

[sugargrinds]

Nothing's fuckin' wrong with me.

[She the tip of her nose against his.]

You've just never seen me get a guy rather than reject one.

[tagjamming]

[He tries and fails several times to get a few words out. When he finally does, they're not at all sly or confident like he usually is.]

...Well, cut it out.

[He pulls his head back, frowning, but -- oh look. The flush is back. This is really starting to freak him out, okay.]

[sugargrinds]

Ha! You've never kissed a girl that wasn't hanging on your wall, have you?

[tagjamming]

Of course I have!

[He hasn't.]

[Great, and his expert lying skills just had to crap out now.]

[sugargrinds]

So I get your pop your first-kiss cherry.

[She's just grinning all the while. She's the cat who caught the canary.]

[tagjamming]

Oh, son of a-- no you don't!

[Seriously, how did he even go this long without kissing anyone? Probably because he's such an intolerable snot that no one even wants to. Meanwhile, he's trying to get out now. Psychotic PMS-ing Gum, Rokkaku police officers -- how different can it be?]

[sugargrinds]

Stop whining, you insufferable snot.

[And then she's got him by his shirt and is kissing him. On the lips, then letting him go.]

Huh. Cola flavored.

Suddenly I'm glad I can't change icons. I don't have anything "WTF" enough for this tag. <3

[tagjamming]

[Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit--]

[...aaaand yeah he just stands there while she kisses him. (No feedback or anything. What a loser.) And afterward, he kind of stares at her, pushing his glasses up in a counterproductive attempt to distract attention from them.]

...O-kay, I think it's about time you told me what's going on.

on your iPhone, too?

[sugargrinds]

I like you so I kissed you.

[She skates back a bit, carefree.]

Not that hard to process.

School internet doesn't allow me to log in.

[tagjamming]

Who put you up to this?

[Current trust level: zero percent.]

I remember those days.

[sugargrinds]

No one but myself.

Yes, it's lovely.

[tagjamming]

...So you were serious.

[Welp. Didn't see that one coming, and it shows on his face.]

Back in my hs days it was lj they blocked

[sugargrinds]

Duh, Headphones.

You'll be pleased to know that it still is.

[tagjamming]

...Great. That's really great.

[He sighs and folds his arms.]

Well, I dunno what to tell you, then.

[It's true. Yes, Beat is just as stupid and hormone-addled as the rest of the team, but Gum? No, that just seems... wrong. It's a knee-jerk reaction, of course, but... oh goddammit, now he's not going to stop thinking about this for the rest of the day. Thanks a lot, Gum.]

thank grod for the student access code chain

[sugargrinds]

[She smirks. Exactly what she wants to hear.]

I know. That's why I did it.

[tagjamming]

[Rooooollllllllls his eyes.]

You are a pain in the ass.

[sugargrinds]

Yeah... [She then holds up one of his spray cans--ganked them during the kiss--looking all the victor.] But you and the others get to suffer through it.

[tagjamming]

[Ugh. Rooooooolllllllllls his eyes again, even though no one can see them under those bug-eyed glasses or goggles or whatever they are.]

Well, I've really gone and done it now.

[sugargrinds]

[She starts shaking the cans.]

I'd start runnin'.

[tagjamming]

--Oh shit.

[And he does.]

[COME ON, there has to be some paint around here SOMEWHERE.]