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Post by Brandon Drake on Jul 6, 2019 19:25:40 GMT -4
The hell am I doing here.
Right now, Brandon is currently at Kabukicho, during a moment of time at which several sellers stand outsider their shops and/or stands and start to promote their wares...and none of them are selling ramen or jackets. It's as if you were stranded in the middle of a flea market/swap meet/ farmer's market...and none of them are even selling anything important! No goddamn packets of dried ramen to take home, or even fashionable and easy to purchase jackets! What's the point of this place, anyway!? Brandon grumbles as he stares at his phone. Its another list of things he has to get, issued to him by Kent. Why this place, though? It's hard to tell with that brunnette asshole, with his devious smirk and nonchalant wave of the hand bidding him farewell on his journey...god he can be annoying at times, he smirks a little..then resumes his furious expression.
So...here in this street is something that he wants...and being the lazy ass he is (well actually he's busy doing a job, but still...kinda of a lazy ass), he got Brandon to get it for him. He's not that mad over being someone's delivery boy again...hell, the majority of the non-vigilante jobs he does are delivery-related. He's mad because he interrupted his ramen time. He glares around, hoping to find it so he can return to his bowl in peace...when he hears something.
Someone appears to be yelling at someone else, who is yelling back. It's far in the distance, so he can't tell who or what they are. All he can tell is that they yell really loudly, and this is coming from the guy who can yell from a mile back! Well, he's exaggerating... but still! He's pretty loud! "The hell is going on there?" He lets himself grab the bait of the allure of something interesting, and follows the source of the loud noise.
Boy, is he gonna be surprised.
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Post by brooklyn on Jul 25, 2019 17:56:36 GMT -4
Hungry.
HUNGRY.
That had been the only thing going through Brooklyn’s mind for the past hour. He hadn’t eaten in… how long? 3 days? It didn’t matter, it felt like a fucking eternity. He’d wandered by a dumpster earlier, and the smell of salmon had almost been enough to entice him, before he took a step closer and it was replaced by the stench of rot.
No way was he gonna live like some fucking hobo. He needed something good, something fresh, something that hadn’t been in the trash for a week. And that was what he was here for.
The smell of a grill had drawn him in from a few blocks away. At first, he’d been afraid he was imagining it, that he was so far gone that he was hallucinating, but as he got closer and closer it became clear to him. Someone was grilling fish nearby, and he needed a mouthful of it.
He sped down the street market, completely ignoring most of the stalls on the way and almost bowling over several customers in the process, until he found the source of the delicious, delicious scent. There, he skidded to a halt, and slapped his flippers onto the front of the stall.
“OI!” He yelled, in obviously-accented Japanese. “Gimme some of that fish!” He gestured vaguely with one flipper toward the grill.
The man running the stall just rolled his eyes. “What fish? There’s saba, ayu, sea bream-”
“Just whatever! The fuckin’ saba, or whatever, it doesn’t matter! I’m fuckin’ hungry!” Brooklyn cut him off.
“Well, that’ll be 800 ye-”
“Do I look like I got money, asshole?” Brooklyn interrupted again, his temper already as boiling hot as the grill the fish were sitting on.
“No cash, no fish-” was all the shopkeeper could get out before Brooklyn leaned over the counter, snapped up the nearest bit of fish off the grill into his beak and sped off. The man followed after, only a couple paces behind, as they rushed head-long toward the section of the street Brandon just happened to be in...
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Post by Brandon Drake on Jul 25, 2019 18:41:47 GMT -4
A cliche that many people would appreciate in movies or animes is the cliche about a street animal (preferably a cat or a dog) stealing something from a food vendor or restaurant or anything that has to do with food, causing an employee or waiter or the poor kid working under them to chase the animal down the streets or alleyways. Usually those are fast paced and filled with great comedic moments and bumbling around. He's not much of a media guy, but Brandon tends to laugh at the dog running with a link of sasuage in his mouth while the guy runs around and falls on his ass.
This is not that kind of cliche. In front of Brandon lies a half meter...penguin? is that a goddamn pengiun running around with fish in his beak? Or is it waddling? Penguins do waddle, righ-WHY IS THERE A PENGUIN RUNNING AROUND? That guy is screaming his lungs out while this weird ass penguin is rushing through the crowds stealing his hard earned work. Did it steal it form under his nose? How did it even get in the first place? Is it some sort of guy with a mutant penguin quirk? Brandon can only look in confusion as the penguin runs closer. What should he do? if he does nothing then he'll be yelled at by the guy, even though it's not his damn problem.
Brandon steps in front of Brooklyn's path, yelling at it. "OI! Hell are you doing!?" while readying himself. There's no telling what to expect with a penguin on the loose...in fact, he doesn't know what to expect with a penguin. Do they like...slide sometimes? Is it gonna try to slide past him? Is it gonna strike him down with his beak? Who the fuck knows. Either way he's gonna punch this penguin if worse comes to shove.
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Post by brooklyn on Aug 4, 2019 16:22:03 GMT -4
Some fucking asshole stepped into Brooklyn’s path, and the penguin’s eyes narrowed. What does this idiot think he’s doing? Does he think he’s gonna be a hero for stopping a poor, starving penguin from having a well-deserved lunch, just because he didn’t pay for it?
“Ah, hell no.” He muttered, the words stifled by the delicious meat in his beak. That was the only reaction he appeared to have though, his pace not slowing or even turning to dodge the person he was barrelling toward. Every second, in fact, the sound of his feet slapping against the hot pavement got a little louder, and a little faster, until he was seconds away from colliding with the asshole in his way.
That was when Brooklyn tossed the fish skyward, leaped into the air, and unleashed a barrage of oil at the interloper. The sheer pressure of the beam flung the penguin back, and he stopped firing at the last minute to grab his prize and fly back with it, landing “safely” on an awning of a nearby shop.
The shopkeeper, already thoroughly out of breath, managed to splutter out, “Fuckin’ bird stole my fuckin’ fish!” before he had to take another big gulp of air. At this point, most of the market’s eyes were turned Brooklyn’s way, as he stood almost defiantly on the awning.
“TRY ME BITCH!” If a penguin were capable of giving someone the bird, Brooklyn would be doing it at the moment. One to the greedy asshole who wouldn’t feed him, and one to the asshole who’s trying to stop him. What was his deal anyway? He didn’t look like one of them snitch-ass “Pro Heroes”, so was he just a plain-clothes pig? Or a “well-intentioned bystander”?
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Post by Brandon Drake on Aug 4, 2019 17:41:29 GMT -4
He didn't expect a bird, no a fucking penguin, to somehow spray some weird shit all over him. Thank god it wasn't one of his favorite jackets, like the white and black one, or hell, the blue one. No, right now he just had a normal gold and black souvenir jacket...a jacket that just now has been ruined by a penguin. Doubt Kent would even believe him on this one if he were to tell him about it. "Oh hey, some penguin was skidding on the sidewalk in front of me and spray this weird thing on me." "Sure Brandon, whatever you say...why do you smell like Oil?" Huh? He does smell like oil. Being around Kent has given him the know how on what Oil looks like and smells like...and this is oil. Goddamn oil all over one of his jackets.
Also it started to talk badly accented Japanese, as if it were foreign. Hell is this guy even from? Do all penguins sound like this? Brandon can only wipe away the excess of oil from his face with his sleeve, then takes off the jacket. The shopkeeper finally arrived, telling him that this fowl basterd was guilty of theft. The same basterd who was currently on top of a awning or whatever the hell you call that one covering attached to a building hanging off. He managed to get from there with that oil, something that everyone probably noticed. "Oi! The hell are you? YOU RUINED MY JACKET! GET DOWN HERE, ASSHOLE!"
"but my fis-"
"NO ONE CARES!" he yells out impulsively to the shop-owner who was out of breath. He focuses his gaze at the penguin. He already has a burning desire to punch this bird, but the problem is he doesn't know what's gonna happen. He doubts the bird is gonna come down from that. Maybe he's gonna...how can a bird parkcour? is he gonna keep on shooting oil to go from awning to awning or rooftop? If so, he's gonna chase him down.
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Post by brooklyn on Sept 6, 2019 10:25:58 GMT -4
Oh, great, now that tiny-brained moron who'd tried to stop him was yelling at him. What was he saying? "Oi, something-something-jacket, blah-blah-blah asshole"?
Ah.
He was pissed Brooklyn had ruined his jacket, huh?
"SERVES YOU FUCKING RIGHT FOR GETTING IN MY WAY, ASSHOLE!" He shouted back, his attention firmly pulled away from the fishmonger. "I WAS RUNNING THERE, AND YOU FUCKING GOT IN MY WAY. WHAT'DYA THINK I'D DO?"
The awning he was on started to shake a bit, and he leaped off it, only to come crashing down as he missed the next one by a country mile. A bystander tried to grab the back of his coat, but he rolled out of their grip and took off again, as fast as his flippers could carry him.
The fish seller could do nothing but stare with his mouth agape, before he took off, screaming for the crowd to stop that penguin or get out of his way. In all the panic, though, his voice was barely audible above the yelling and confusion the penguin had caused.
"WHAT'S YER FUCKING DAMAGE?" Brooklyn's voice fought to be heard above the crowd. "IT'S ONE FISH, ONE JACKET, YOU CAN GET ANOTHER WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING HUMAN MONEY!"
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Post by Brandon Drake on Sept 6, 2019 15:11:32 GMT -4
his fucking guy. This penguin asshole isn’t getting away from the destruction of his jacket! That’s a goddamn promise! Oh right, he should probably catch him for the, uh, fish he stole...did he already eat it? Or is he still dragging it along? During the confusion Brandon didn’t notice, but then again nor did he care. He was just angry for his jacket. The same jacket that he accidentally ruined more by having some scales pop out and tear it even further . It’s the principle, okay? It’s okay when he does it by accident!
“SHUT UP! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOUR COAT GOT DESTROYED BY SOME RANDOM ASSHOLE?! SUCKS WOULDNT IT, HUH?!” The muscled headed Brandon yelled out at the penguin who has made his awning its soapbox or something. The fish man just continues to stare at the two yelling at each other. Seriously, all this jacket destruction for a fish? How hungry is this guy? Are we sure his quirk isn’t the mutation of being a loud asshole? Cause he’s picking up more attention just from his weird broken Japanese cluttered with English swears. Swears that thanks to his mom, Brandon is all too familiar with.
Seems like Karma came to Brandon’s aid. The awning broke under his weight and he tried to leap off to another one, only to fall and land on the ground. Brandon can only yell in confusion as the previously agile penguin managed to make a fool of themselves. “OI!, ASSHOLE!” Some slight steam comes out of the back of his ruined jacket, as he tries to find the penguin in the crowd. If it weren’t for his loud voice, it would have been impossible to notice him. “YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY!” He rushes towards the penguins vincinty, speeding up as more steam pours out of the back of the jacket. All the while the vendor just panics and makes it worse for the two of them.
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Post by brooklyn on Sept 8, 2019 20:10:14 GMT -4
Brooklyn had entirely ignored the jacket dude’s lame comeback as he leaped from the awning. Of course, that turned out to be an even worse idea, now the dude was so pissed he was literally fucking steaming, like a goddamn cartoon. The steam rising into the air would be useful to nail down the guy’s position, were it not completely unnecessary. Above the crowd, his yelling was loud and clear, blasting past the fish seller’s pleas.
And with every yell, every word, the shithead was gaining on him. Penguin feet could only carry Brooklyn so far in a single stride, and even the average human would catch up eventually. Of course, he wasn’t being chased by the average human, but some Quirk fucker. God knows how long it’ll take him to catch up; he could fucking teleport a mile in front of him for all Brooklyn knew.
The penguin had no interest in fighting out on the streets. Too many people, too easy for him to be overwhelmed in sheer numbers, and too likely for some fucking pigs to roll up and throw him in a cell. Nah, nah, that wouldn’t do. At these speeds, turning would be risky, so instead Brooklyn skidded to a halt and then ran into the nearby alleyway.
Considering he’d slowed down, however, his pursuer wouldn’t be far behind.
“ALRIGHT, FUCKER!” He screamed, turning to face the street. “I’VE BEEN HUNGRY ALL GODDAMN FUCKING DAY, I FINALLY GET A FUCKING MEAL, AND YOU GET IN MY WAY. CAN YOU FUCKING BLAME ME FOR “RUINING” A FUCKING JACKET THAT PROBABLY COST YOU LIKE 5 FUCKIN’ DOLLARS?”
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Post by Brandon Drake on Sept 8, 2019 21:04:35 GMT -4
The temper of that dumbass is quite formidable, as Kent would say. Any little thing toward him can make him boil up to the point of literally steaming with anger. It's a fun visual gag whenever he gets angry and Kent would just nod his head as he enjoys the show that is Brandon's anger. So if he were here to witness Brandon getting angry at Brooklyn, he would note some few things. One: he's got a point, ya know. It's just a cheap coat you got from a flea market or something. Two: You're getting angry at a penguin. What is a penguin doing here. Such an odd thing to see in the middle of the street. Wouldn't mind taking some photos or asking him about his quirk either.
Brandon continues to chase down the penguin through the crowd. More and more people around him start to get slightly uncomfortable from the sudden blast of heat, though luckily it wasn't unbearable or flesh searing levels of heat. His poor coat is getting more and more damaged, and its a miracle that he hasn't been set on fire yet. Like seriously, he still has remnants of oil on him, how is he not catching on fire? Is he too stupid to get on fire? Maybe?
The penguin finally leads him to a dead end; an alleyway. He saw him struggle to slow down and turn, so that was nice for a quick laugh. He finally caught up to him, with the penguin already opening his loud mouth, serving to only piss Brandon off even more. "EH?! FIRST OFF, ITS THE PRINCIPLE! SECOND, YOU FUCKING STOLE! NO ONE HERE DOES IT LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE! WHAT, YOU THINK THIS PLACE RUINS ON...PE-PENGUIN RULES OR SOMETHING? THIS AINT THE OCEAN, BUDDY! OR...Or ice place or something or....gah, fuck, it, THE POINT IS!" He readies a stance. "YOU AIN'T GOT NOWHERE TO HIDE NOW, YOU WEIRD ASS TALKING ASSHOLE!" He's not gonna let this pass by without some sort of retribution for his ruined jacket.
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Post by brooklyn on Sept 19, 2019 20:02:17 GMT -4
A crowd was definitely forming around the alleyway at this point, drawn by the volume of these two idiots’ voices. The fish seller was not among them, having sprained his ankle in the rush. He was already back at his stall, thanking the Lord that none of the fish had burned while he was gone.
“OH YEAH?” Brooklyn snarled, as best a penguin could. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKIN’ LIVE UNDER YOUR DUMB HUMAN RULES WHEN YOU FUCKS WON’T LET ME? I DON’T HAVE RIGHTS, I CAN’T MAKE MONEY, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET FOOD?” He screamed right back, before putting his flippers up in a faux-fighting stance.
Brooklyn took in a deep breathe, then let loose a torrent of oil pointed squarely at the shithead in front of him. That idiot was steaming now, or smoking, but somehow the last drench hadn’t lit on fire yet. Maybe this stream would. And, if that didn’t do it…
“HEADS UP, DUMBASS!” The penguin shouted, before a horrible scratching sound rang out through the alleyway. It came from Brooklyn’s feet, which he’d started scratching against the ground like one would strike a match against a matchbox.
With every scratch, he moved a little closer to the oil that he’d left. One last strike against the ground, and sparks shot from his foot, into the oil. In a matter of seconds, the majority of the ground between Brooklyn and his foe had gone up in flames, and, if all went to plan for the penguin, so too would the idiot he was aiming for.
Of course, there was the distinct possibility that guy might just… move away from the oil trail. Or take his jacket off. Or dodge the second shot of oil. In which case, the fire would be nothing but a good deterrent. Such a shame that Brooklyn was too angry to think about any of that in the moment.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Sept 19, 2019 23:45:03 GMT -4
"YEAH YA KNOW WHAT, FAIR POINT. YOURE A WEIRD TALKING ANIMAL SO OF COURSE YOU ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW PEOPLE ACT LIKE...WAIT HOLD ON YEAH ACTUALLY!" Brandon yells at him, confused a bit. 'BUT WHY THE FUCK DONT YA LIKE GET SOME IN THE GARBAGE, IS IT LIKE HOW WE TREAT IT; A WEIRD SHIFT IN TASTE AND QUALITY COMPARING NORMAL FISH TO FISH IN GARBAGE TO FISH FOUND IN THE SEA OR 'METHING?" At this point Brandon's train of thought got sidetracked as he dwells into the intensive and deep politics that is Penguin and Fish Rulestm. But it still allowed his eyes and ears to notice something.
First off, that is oil heading towards him. Fuck. Second off, jesus christ. That is a loud ass yell. it's so loud everyone far back in the crowd forming up behind them can hear it as clear as day. Third off, that is a weird ass scratching sound. Is that what penguins call yelling? Like...holy shit. That's weird. That's like dragging a rusty nail down a chalkboard and then smashing it, then shoving it inside a broken wood-chipper. And then you play a penguin screaming over it.
Fourth off, he's heading towards him.
"The hell?!" Brandon exclaims as he emits some steam to boost him out of the way of the shooting oil, getting slightly drenched by it a little bit. Some of the crowd managed to move out of the way "God-damn it..!!!" He has to remove it. He can't keep getting hit by oil while wearing this coat, so he's gonna have to remove it-and this penguin is getting closer. Fuck. He hurridly takes it off and throws it in front of him, just in time as well...for him. For the jacket...well it landed in the streak of oil. The streak of oil that was about to be lit on fire by this dumbass penguin.
The fireworks arrived. Literal fireworks. Brandon clinged to the side the of the wall away from the fire, yelping. "THE HELL?!" The crowd, if they werent distracted by the fire show, would also step back in fire as this penguin skids, setting up a fire path. And through it all, the poor jacket got burned up in the aftermath. "NO, COME ON! I TOOK IT OFF FOR THAT REASON, OI!"
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Post by brooklyn on Oct 3, 2019 19:15:03 GMT -4
“I’M NOT GONNA EAT OUT OF THE TRASH!” Brooklyn screeched in reply. He charged right through the oil and the fire, barely blinking as his lower half burst into flames. After a lifetime of withstanding this heat, his skin was too hardy to give way to little pussy flames. It helped that he was far, far too angry to notice the pain anyway.
He was still aware of his surroundings enough to see that his target had been splashed, and that was enough. Penguins are flightless birds, but for just one moment the crowd would think different, as Brooklyn soared into the air; a beautiful, 10-points-from-the-judge flip aiming to go right over Brandon and go for his back.
If he could just make contact with the idiot, the fire would spread, and the fight would be decided. This bastard has scales, and he has steam, but Brooklyn was damn sure he wasn’t immune to good ol’ burning.
Should Brandon not successfully dodge, Brooklyn would rain a flurry of kicks down on him, in an attempt to knock him off his feet. Whether the jump was successful or not, he’d follow up with another torrent of oil, in an effort to knock him further into the alley. The crowd were nothing more than jeering asshole humans to Brooklyn, but he wasn’t in the business of getting arrested for collateral damage.
“JUST BUY ANOTHER ONE! WITH ALL THE FUCKING HUMAN MONEY YOU HAVE, THAT YOU CAN AFFORD TO BUY FISH!”
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Post by Brandon Drake on Oct 3, 2019 20:52:41 GMT -4
JESUS CHRIST THERES A BURNING PENGUIN IN THE AIR AND HES KICKING HIS SHIT IN, GODDAMN IT. THIS WAS NOT THE WAY HE WANTED TO SPEND HIS DAY. ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS MAYBE, PERHAPS, BUY SOME STUFF AND THEN GO HOME AND GET READY TO DO SOME RUNNING AROUND THE CITY, NOT BE FIGHTING A LITERAL PENGUIN. COME ON, HE'S NEVER GONNA HEAR THE END OF IT FROM BRANDON.
"GAH, SHIT, STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT." He holds his arms up to block several of the penguin's kicks. First off, that's kinda impressive on how he managed to get into the air. That's like a goddamn beautiful flip in the air, if he weren't being pelted by the goddamn penguin he would be staring at it in awe or something. He then gets sprayed even more with more oil, like this guy is a goddamn hose or something. Seriously, where the hell is he getting all of this oil?! IS HE LIKE, MAKING IT UP AS WE SPEAK? AN ENDLESS RESERVOIR OF OIL VOMIT?! GOD THATS GROSS. Thank god he had his mouth closed, or else...god, the hell would oil do to his quirk if he consumed it by accident? Would he start emitting fire? Would he explode? Would he burn up and die? Gah, hard to think about that.
He then gets himself off the ground as he looks at the penguin. "YOU THINK I LOOK LIKE MONEY? CHRIST, DO YOU JUST WANT SOME FISH? IS THAT IT? THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO STOP DESTROYING JACKETS AND ALSO SPRAYING PEOPLE WITH OIL?!?" He yells at Brookyln.
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Post by brooklyn on Oct 10, 2019 21:08:00 GMT -4
GOD. FUCKING. DAMN. IT. This asshole’s blocking all his strikes. At least he was pushing him back with each hit, but fuck. How hard were these goddamn scales? Fucking steel?
The spray of oil pushed Brandon even further, but it also knocked the penguin back more than a few feet. He landed with all the grace of a sack of potatoes, skidding back until his flippers could find purchase on the ground. Almost immediately, he went to run at the guy again, only to be stopped in his tracks by Brandon’s words.
“ARE YA OFFERIN?” yelled Brooklyn. He’d wanted to punish this guy for getting in his way, but he wasn’t lookin to kill him. As if to punctuate his question, Brooklyn’s stomach gave off a mighty growl, almost echoing down the alleyway. “I MEAN OBVIOUSLY I CAN’T GO BACK TO THAT FUCKER’S STALL, BUT THERE’S SOME SUSHI PLACES DOWN THE ROAD. HEY, YOU AIN’T CALLIN THE COPS, RIGHT?”
Brooklyn’s guard wasn’t down, but he wasn’t gonna keep attacking. “Oh, yeah, you should probably stop, drop, ‘n roll, I fuckin’ guess.” Brooklyn said with a shrug. The flames covering his own oil-soaked feathers still didn’t register to him.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Oct 10, 2019 22:15:44 GMT -4
...Huh, if he gives the asshole bird some fish, will he actually calm down? Or is he gonna complain about it while spraying more oil on his face, splitting out and leaving him with yet more reason to never come to this spot ever again? God, that's kinda tempting right now. Sure he's strapped on cash, but if it stops this nonstop spray...then maybe it's the only solution to this pesky ass problem. To buy this pesky fucker some horrible looking fish or- sushi? seriously? Damn it that's even worse...gaaaaaaaaah fuck man, if it's for the good of this place and to stop the oil flow, then fine. He'll eat some damn sushi.
"THE COPS? WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? AN IDIOT?" Yes, but Kent isn't around to say that. "THEYRE GONNA ARREST ME AS WELL FOR SOME DAMN REASON, WHY THE HELL WOULD I TELL ON MYSELF? FINE, FUCK IT, SURE. SUSHI. THERE'S...GAAAAAAAAH." he looks around at the pissed off crowd. "Th-there's a sushi place around here, right? Like...somewhere around the bloc-Koba's? Is Koba's the stand nearby? YOU THINK THERE'S A KOBA'S NEARBY? THAT HAS SOME GOOD CHEAP SUSHI?" he yells at Brooklyn. "...GAH, FUCK IT. WE'RE GOING THERE." He finally tells him to drop and roll, as Brandon looks around him, a slight fire forming near him. "AH!" He slightly yelps as he steps back. "F-fucking fire...Go-goddamn it. As long as you don't cause any fires, alright?" He yells at Brooklyn, hoping for them to finally resolve this dumb argument before they attract even more people, getting those people stained with oil. Or, hell, attract even more unwanted attention like the police. He really doesn't want to meet any police around here, they might blame him for this dumb shit. God, he doesn't want that now. Especially with a talking penguin near him.
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