010 ★ Voice

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Alright, my birthday's in a few days! This one's a big one, too—I'm gonna be eighteen! Which means I'm either throwing a party at my place or I'm pulling out all the stops and doing something huge someplace else!

[Sounds exciting, right? But hold onto your hats, there's a catch.]

Problem is...I don't got any ideas!

[There we go, that sounds about right. Josuke, you slacker, you're supposed to plan this shit ahead of time!]

This'll be the second birthday I've celebrated here, but...a lot's different from when I first arrived.

[The faces, it's the faces that are mostly different. A lot of people that Josuke knows have come and gone, and that makes this birthday one that will be largely different from the last. Which is kind of the reason he wants it to be special in the first place, something he can do while surrounded by all the friends he's made here, the family he's got left, and maybe even some new folks, too. The other part of course having everything to do with the fact he'll finally be a legal adult and that's pretty fucking awesome! Who doesn't wanna do something exciting for that?]

So I got to thinking, maybe while I'm asking around to see if people are even gonna be free, you guys could tell me a little about what you like to do for birthdays? And let me know if you wanna come along and all, too.

More the merrier!

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SCREAMING

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[There's a sudden lurch and the sound of rubber screaming against the driveway before Josuke realizes what's happened, and by then it's too late. The car is rushing backwards into the street and it's all he can do to mash his feet into the space under the wheel trying to hit the breaks, one hand on the wheel to keep the car from hitting a tree and the other on Hazel to try and pull her away from anything she can get her hands on that'll cause problems! Which is hard since that's basically everything!

When the car finally comes to a stop in the road Josuke looks ten shades too pale and like he forgot to breathe through the whole ordeal....]

YOU'RE WELCOME

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[Hazel does her damnedest to keep causing trouble as the car rockets backwards, but for once her boyfriend actually succeeds in keep her (mostly) contained. when they finally come to a stop he still has to live with the indignity of the wipers squealing back and forth in the silence.

thankfully the instigator of this mess doesn't waste much time before dissolving into hysterical giggles. somebody sure thought that this was a fucking barrel of fun - she even turns slightly to tug playfully at Josuke's sheet white cheek.]

Hey, the acceleration's not too bad on this thing!

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[There's no oncoming traffic, so Josuke continues to sit there for a moment, Hazel tugging on his cheek, while he attempts to figuratively put himself back together again. That could have been a disaster. Even if it wasn't. But it could have been!]

You're out of your mind...

[He bats her hand away, finally, and rubs at his cheek.]

What if we hit something? Or someone? And don't tell me it'd be fine because I can fix shit, that's beside the point!

[He's concerned, but not really upset. Hazel's seen him upset. He can't sit still when he gets like that, and right now he's...firmly rooted to his seat. Although that might just be to keep Hazel away from the steering wheel.]

Man, I...I feel like I just lost years off my life.

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Yeah, that's adulthood. You're gonna have at least sixty fucking more years of that!

[it totally would have been fine because Josuke could fix shit, but more importantly Hazel was confident enough that one of them would've been able to steer around any possible obstacles anyway.

she stretches out a little, experimentally, to see if maybe she can get a hand on the steering wheel in present conditions. nope. that kills a lot of her fun - and so Hazel just starts trying to open the door and walk out, perfectly content at having that as her fun ride instead.]

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[Sixty years, at least...

Just for that, Josuke makes sure to give Hazel's ass an extra hard boot as she exits the car, and before she can think to round on him for it, he's slamming shut the door and gunning back up the driveway again. Once his car is parked, the engine off, he climbs out of the front seat and glances once at her, and then at the car.]

Crazy Diamond!

[She won't see it, of course, but the effects will be plenty obvious. Josuke's Stand emerges and, approaching the vehicle, drives a hole through the front hood and the engine with a fierce thrust of its fist. He can fix it later, right? No big deal. And in the meantime...]

Looks like I win this one.

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[she's already swinging even as she lets out an unholy shriek, but her fist just slices through thin air as the car streaks away. wow, fuck this.

as if that's not bad enough, before Hazel can even scream out some really cutting insult there's Josuke abusing his own powers again and creaming the innards of his own car. FUCK THIS AND FUCK HER BOYFRIEND ESPECIALLY

the shriek rises to an intolerable tantrum pitch; she barely prevents herself from rolling onto the ground by stomping her foot hard enough that it's a wonder it doesn't leave a crater in the cement. there's about five seconds before she flings herself at Josuke in some kind of petulant revenge tackle - but then an idea hits her.]

Not if I get your keys!

[he can't hotwire himself, after all, and it'd be a bitch and a half getting copies made without an actual key as a base. the words are scarcely out of her mouth and she's already rocketing for the door.]