[12:59 PM] sbubby: [ snaps stands outside the house, headphones on his head pumping out aggressive, fight the (Hu)man kinda tunes, and vandalizing the wall. ]
[12:59 PM] sbubby: :black_small_square:️ more gimme more gimme more :notes:
[1:04 PM] like red: [ there's the unmistakable rattle of a spray paint cannister outside, rusty can even hear it from upstairs.  he opens a window to get a better view and sure enough, there's that little roach causing him more trouble.  apparently going downstairs and out the door is too much of a hassel, so rusty climbs through the window and lunges for snaps below. ]
[1:25 PM] sbubby: [.... Briefly, he feels like something stirred. He stops, looks around, and WHAM he crumples to the ground, Rusty having landed right on his back ]

:black_small_square:️ ow
[1:27 PM] like red: [ wow he can't believed that actually worked. he sits up, crouched over snaps' prone form. ]

* surprise, bitch.
[1:28 PM] sbubby: [ He turns his head, trying to see him ]

:black_small_square:️ hi rusty
:black_small_square:️ you look good in person
[1:34 PM] like red: [ that's when a slipped-clad foot settles against the back of snaps' skull and shoves his face back down into the snow. ]

* holy crap.  ya got real balls, i'll give ya that.
* but what did i tell ya, huh?

[ he gestures to the side of the house in spite of knowing that snaps can't see it. ]

* ya have no idea how not cool this shit is.
[1:39 PM] sbubby: [ He grunts, closing his eyes as snow gets into his mouth, and he can't help but laugh ]

:black_small_square:️ y'know what they say
:black_small_square:️ all attention's good attention, right?

[ his hands plant in the snow, getting ready to move. ]
[1:46 PM] like red: [ he only grinds his heel in harder. ]

* goin' somewhere, snaps?

[ considering the fact that he only weighs about as much as a wet towel, rusty would be easily thrown off if snaps moved. blue magic grips the other skeleton's soul to give rusty a fighting chance here. ]

* ya got my attention now.  ain't that wha'cha wanted?
[1:48 PM] sbubby: [ He stiffens right up, splaying his fingers in the snow. ]

:black_small_square:️ was thinking of getting the attention of someone a little cooler
:black_small_square:️ you're not really my type, but i guess i can make do
[2:07 PM] like red: * ohhh...ya mean like boss?

[ keeping the one foot to snaps' skull, he leans down and picks up the spray paint. ]

* naw, man--boss ain't here...kinda thought ya would'a known that.

[ the pearl can be heard rattling in the can before the spray paint is felt coating the back of snaps' head. rusty gives a low chuckle. ]

* funny how this worked out, cuz i was juuuuuuust thinkin' that it was 'bout time we had a li'l chat.
[2:40 PM] sbubby: [ His eyes squeeze shut again, and he balls his fists in the snow, taking in that paint smell.... His eyelights flutter a little, the sensation is strange. ]

:black_small_square:️ mmmm.
:black_small_square:️ uh--uh huh?
:black_small_square:️ about?
[3:10 PM] like red: [ once he seems satisfied with the cranium's coverage, he decides to spray a target onto snaps' back. ]

* i know yer prolly high off them fumes, but try ta keep up.
* what's goin' on wit' boss?
[3:33 PM] sbubby: [ rip his hoodie, again. Snaps coughs, eyelights rolling up a little and he shifts, trying to get up ]

:black_small_square:️ i dunno, you said he wasn't home
[3:43 PM] like red: [ with an exasperated sigh, rusty tosses the can of spray paint in some direction he gave little thought or care  to. ]

* ya gunna insult us both by playin' stupid?

[ he crouches onto his haunches again, as if snaps couldn't hear him just fine while he was standing. ]

* boss ain't been 'imself lately--not since he started talkin' t' ya an' yer friends.
* so when he starts actin' weirder than usual, i can't 'elp but think one a' ya might be responsible.
[3:59 PM] sbubby: [ He can't help but shiver and turn his head, looking back at the other with a small red eyelight... The smell of paint was intoxicating. ]

:black_small_square:️ have you tried asking him, or does he just walk away and shut up?

[ He's grinning, but it's unfortunately permanent.... Snaps' eyelight gets brighter. ](edited)
[10:12 PM] like red: * “have ya tried askin’ ‘im?”

[rusty repeats mockingly.]

* yer gunna be difficult, ain’cha? c’mon, snappers—i thought we were pals!

[he looks to and scoops up one of snaps’ hands, cradling it in his own much smaller. examining it, he hums and muses casually.]

* ya seem like tha kinda guy familiar wit’ havin’ broken bones.

[he returns one burning look for another, a toothy grin fixed on his face and eyelight dilating.]

* last chance, sweetheart; what’ja do ta my brother?
[10:42 PM] sbubby: [ His hand is taken and he grimaces--with some effort--looking back... This wasn't going well. He liked his hands as they were. ]
:black_small_square:️ c'mon man...
:black_small_square:️ this isn't really something to break my hand over?
:black_small_square:️ i didn't do anything to boss
:black_small_square:️ we just had a misunderstanding, that's all
[ snaps could easily shortcut out from under him, but he's not... maybe the fact he'd been caught was funny to him. ]
[11:04 PM] like red: [rusty stills, seeming to quietly consider what snaps has just told him.  that is, until he grips the other skeleton's middle finger with his free hand and with a sharp twist cracks the bone.]

* yer not a very good liar, are ya, darlin'?
* don'cha think i know what a fuckin' misunderstandin' looks like, huh?!

[and that was possibly the closest he has come to anger, but it came and went like a wave lapping at the shoreline.]

* but maybe ya like gettin' yer fingers bendin' tha wrong way?
* guess anyone would do, huh?
* nasty li'l thing.

[the index finger seems to be rusty's next target, but he only holds onto it for now.  and he repeats, slower this time:]

* wha'ja do ta boss?
[11:28 PM] sbubby: [ The pain is intense, shooting through his entire body and he inhales sharply, trying to pull his hand away--snaps bites on his tongue, puncturing through and sweating... ]

:black_small_square: ffffff--fffuck.
:black_small_square: ow ow ow, nyeh --heh heh....
:black_small_square: what is this, huh? interrogation?
:black_small_square: i didn't do anythin' man....
:black_small_square: just h-heartache. goes both freakin ways, bro.(edited)
[11:57 PM] like red: [oh. now that gave something for rusty to think about for a moment--he even looks a little taken aback.]

* huh.
* yeah, but.
* i don' really care 'bout you.

[maybe it's just to prove a point or maybe it's some twisted sense of sibling justice, but he breaks the second finger, anyway.]

* i told ya i'd maim ya if i caught ya taggin' tha house again.
* but i guess ya couldn't resist addin' insult ta injury, huh?
* well, 'm sure ya don' need me ta tell ya that yer a goddamn moron.
* lessee 'ere--i gots two more fingers an' a thumb left on this hand.
* heh, losin' that opposable thumb function'd prolly make it harder fer ya ta hold a can a' spray paint...
November 25, 2017
[12:01 AM] sbubby: [ That gets a cry out of him, and snaps growls into the snow, panting hard and shaking his head--ffuuuuuuuuck this hurt... but it was a kind of real pain that he hadn't felt in ages. when was the last time he'd broken a bone? it'd been a while. so much for playing any pubg tonight... he starts to laugh, nasty red tongue flopped onto the snow. ]
:black_small_square: what the heck do ya want me to say?
:black_small_square: s-sounds like you want me to have hurt your brother or somethin'
:black_small_square: sounds more like you're the asshole here than me, man
:black_small_square: wishin' i hurt your brother and all?
:black_small_square: wowie, that's sick.
[ Clearly, snaps has a PHD in self preseveration. (Not.) He turns his head back to snicker. ]

:black_small_square: just break my hand for painting your house, don't try to dress it up as something else, rusty.
[12:26 AM] like red: [rusty's got this smile on his face so big it could split his skull in half.]

* aha...now there's tha real snaps.

[he doesn't need to know what happened to tell that it has somehow impacted his brother. now snaps may either be lying about what he knows or is genuinely ignorant of the hurt that he (in rusty's mind) has caused. either way, rusty's not about to provide any affirmation.]

* never said i wasn't an asshole, pal.
* an' maybe yer right--maybe practicin' ta be tha diego rivera of tha underground on our fuckin' house is 95% a' tha reason 'm doin' this.
* an', come ta think a' it, 'm also a li'l annoyed wit' yer boyfriend.
* i know it don' seem fair ta take it out on ya, but i ain't got a clue where ta find terri, so.

[the hand wraps around his thumb now.]

* ain't we havin' sum fun, snips?
[12:28 AM] sbubby: [ .... that seems to get a reaction out of him, and he snickers. ]

:black_small_square: oh, no.

[ A snap of his fingers on the other hand, and a few bones rip out of the snow, shooting right toward Rusty's fat grin, aiming to knock him off. Pain at himself? He could handle... The mention of Terri being under any threat definitely doesn't rub him the right way at all. ]
[12:43 AM] like red: [rusty manages to shortcut himself to safety a few feet away, and just in time, too. if he hesitated a second longer, his face would be impaled on a pike. he chuckles again.]

* heh. damn, dude.
* ya try'n'a kill me 'r somethin'?
[12:45 AM] sbubby: [ snaps flickers out of existence for a second, then reappears, standing up and looking at his fingers all bent out of shape. he's still swearing and he shakes his head, free hand smoothing over the wet paint on his skull. ]

:black_small_square: maaaan, i was havin' a really good time there, and then you had to go and threaten my favorite person like that. you really killed the mood, pal.
:black_small_square: what's wrong with you?
[12:45 AM] sbubby: [ He's grinning wider. ]
[12:47 AM] like red: [he exaggerates a shudder.]

* ew.
* kid, don' say that was yer idea a' fun.
* makes me feel all slimy an' gross.
[12:54 AM] sbubby: [ he snickers, and shrugs his shoulders, wiggling his tongue. ]
:black_small_square: that's fair
:black_small_square: i like it when it hurts.
[ awful. ]
:black_small_square: but hey, you wanted to know about what i did with boss?
:black_small_square: ok
:black_small_square: misunderstandings
:black_small_square: no communication. i got fed up for getting walked out on twice.
:black_small_square: but i didn't hurt him. he hurt me emotionally, same for me i guess?
:black_small_square: and it sucks and he won't talk to me at all now.
:black_small_square: even though i practically groveled at his feet.
[ snaps kicks the snow. ]
:black_small_square: it's dumb and so i'll take whatever attention i can get. happy?
[1:15 AM] like red: [he deadpans at him.]

* fuckin' freak.

[you have absolutely no room to talk, rusty.]

* an' no, 'm not.

[this could be a lie. this could be snaps just trying to get rusty to lower his guard for another strike. this could be the start of a vicious cycle. his stats may be all fucked up, but rusty still has LOVE. a swipe of his hand and sharp spires of bone tear the ground asunder at snaps' feet, threatening to gut him, but stop just inches short of their target.]

* git tha fuck outta 'ere an' don' come back. i maimed ya now, but i swear i'll dust ya tha next time ya do.
* ...although seein' as how yer so self destructive, ya prolly wouldn't care.
* but now i do know wha'cha care 'bout 'nuff ta fight fer.
* so ya wouldn't wanna put 'im in that situation now would'ja, snopes?
[1:20 AM] sbubby: [ snaps listens to him, watching those bones stop inches away from him. He wiggles his busted up hand in front of the attack, wincing a bit before he just starts to laugh, covering his face with his free hand. ]

:black_small_square: boy are you stupid or something?
:black_small_square: are you thinking terri can't handle himself?

[ he sticks up his middle finger, wrapping his tongue around it and jerking it once. ]

:black_small_square: dumbass. i'm just saying i don't like you talking about him like that, cause who would?
:black_small_square: but sure whatever.

[ he shoves his good hand in his pocket, stepping around the bones. ]

:black_small_square: gonna dust me for what? havin' a lovers spat with your brother? i don't know how that's your business,
:black_small_square: seeing as how you just always complain about how much he hates you.
:black_small_square: convenient care, huh?
[1:30 AM] like red: [rusty just shrugs at the vulgar gesture.]

* i dunno how strong terri is, but...
* i think we've established by now that imma skeleton a' my word.
* maybe i'd die, but 'm sure i could get a few hits in, at least.
* if i wanted, i mean.

[even as snaps moves rusty keeps an eyelight trained on him.]

* how 'bout fer trespassin', shithead?
* an' yes, i toootally complain 'bout it, 'cuz it jus' bothers me sooo much.

[voice dripping with sarcasm.]

* didn't i tell ya ta leave?
[1:33 AM] sbubby: [ he's looking over the bones, and then he's looking around the snow, bending down to retrieve his headphones. they're busted. ]

:black_small_square: aww. i liked these.

[ he looks back at rusty ]

:black_small_square: i guess we're even, huh? [ snort ] ok. bye, rusty. [ he winks, and disappears after flickering out of view. ]