[IM log] "Oh yeah? You and who else??"
Who: Dean Winchester and Hisoka Kurosaki
What: A challenge to a snowball fight, with much posturing.
When: November 21, 2011
Rating: General, unless you consider using language that demonstrates your serious and premeditated intent to mash your opponent into the ground to be cause for an NC-17 designation.
{In a casual conversation, the subject of pummeling each other with snowballs arises, and so do some egos.}
Dean: I'll still wipe the floor with your ass, and anyone you think you can bring to the table.
Hisoka: We'll see about that. BRING IT ON.
Dean: Dude, it's already been brought. The only thing left to be settled is who makes the trophy.
Hisoka: Here's your trophy, dude! *offers to smush a handful of snow into Dean's face -- a great big menacing haymaker of a gesture*
Dean: *lifts his chin* Grow, son, and we'll see about that. You are officially challenged.
Hisoka: Your challenge is officially accepted.
Dean: You only stand a chance if you can talk Sam onto your team.
Hisoka: Hmm. But you wouldn't know what other kind of talent may be found amongst our housemates, now would you?
Dean: Doesn't matter. If he's on my team, it's over.
((A.J.: Dean talks a big game, but he's a wuss about the cold.))
Hisoka: You happen to be talking to a two-time winner of the Ivonian army’s annual Snowball Tournament at the artillery school.
((Atlanta: A bit of Hisoka’s AU history from The Sky Tides game.))
Dean: Ever flatmat wrestled a yeti?
Hisoka: Why, you got one? XD
Dean: Nope.
((A.J.: ...I should also warn that uh. Snowball wars are full contact sports where Dean is concerned.))
((Atlanta: Hisoka has no problem with this.))
((A.J.: So if Hisoka ends up body-tackled from a snowy bush on his way down to his boatshed someday, don't blame me.))
((Atlanta: Hisoka's a ruffian. rotfl))
((A.J.: So is my idiot.))
What: A challenge to a snowball fight, with much posturing.
When: November 21, 2011
Rating: General, unless you consider using language that demonstrates your serious and premeditated intent to mash your opponent into the ground to be cause for an NC-17 designation.
{In a casual conversation, the subject of pummeling each other with snowballs arises, and so do some egos.}
Dean: I'll still wipe the floor with your ass, and anyone you think you can bring to the table.
Hisoka: We'll see about that. BRING IT ON.
Dean: Dude, it's already been brought. The only thing left to be settled is who makes the trophy.
Hisoka: Here's your trophy, dude! *offers to smush a handful of snow into Dean's face -- a great big menacing haymaker of a gesture*
Dean: *lifts his chin* Grow, son, and we'll see about that. You are officially challenged.
Hisoka: Your challenge is officially accepted.
Dean: You only stand a chance if you can talk Sam onto your team.
Hisoka: Hmm. But you wouldn't know what other kind of talent may be found amongst our housemates, now would you?
Dean: Doesn't matter. If he's on my team, it's over.
((A.J.: Dean talks a big game, but he's a wuss about the cold.))
Hisoka: You happen to be talking to a two-time winner of the Ivonian army’s annual Snowball Tournament at the artillery school.
((Atlanta: A bit of Hisoka’s AU history from The Sky Tides game.))
Dean: Ever flatmat wrestled a yeti?
Hisoka: Why, you got one? XD
Dean: Nope.
((A.J.: ...I should also warn that uh. Snowball wars are full contact sports where Dean is concerned.))
((Atlanta: Hisoka has no problem with this.))
((A.J.: So if Hisoka ends up body-tackled from a snowy bush on his way down to his boatshed someday, don't blame me.))
((Atlanta: Hisoka's a ruffian. rotfl))
((A.J.: So is my idiot.))