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Who: Mugen and Jin
What: FIGHTS. Maybe.
Where: In their apartment. Possibly in the hallway and the elevator, maybe the lobby, etcetera.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: Violence and Language! :O
The noisy glowing box was all well and good to kick around and play with for a few minutes at a time, but sitting around it for hours, trying to figure out how all the pushy-things worked.. annoying. Straight out and up and down, and Mugen had become so bored with the task that he'd fallen asleep with his shoulders propped up against a wall.
Jin was a dipshit. Did the guy not have anything better to do than stare at the damn thing all day? It was clear that the only reason the other man had come with him to this new time and place was to entertain him (just like in the previous time and place) so he needed to get on with it, already.
"Are you done, yet?" Mugen grumbled out in his half-asleep irritation, eyes still closed and arms folded over his middle far enough that hands clasped onto the sides opposite of where they usually laid. His eyebrow twitched at the periodic tap of buttons, and the quiet hum of interest that rumbled off of Jin each time the man figured something out.
What: FIGHTS. Maybe.
Where: In their apartment. Possibly in the hallway and the elevator, maybe the lobby, etcetera.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: Violence and Language! :O
The noisy glowing box was all well and good to kick around and play with for a few minutes at a time, but sitting around it for hours, trying to figure out how all the pushy-things worked.. annoying. Straight out and up and down, and Mugen had become so bored with the task that he'd fallen asleep with his shoulders propped up against a wall.
Jin was a dipshit. Did the guy not have anything better to do than stare at the damn thing all day? It was clear that the only reason the other man had come with him to this new time and place was to entertain him (just like in the previous time and place) so he needed to get on with it, already.
"Are you done, yet?" Mugen grumbled out in his half-asleep irritation, eyes still closed and arms folded over his middle far enough that hands clasped onto the sides opposite of where they usually laid. His eyebrow twitched at the periodic tap of buttons, and the quiet hum of interest that rumbled off of Jin each time the man figured something out.