towerofanimus | Confusion, Snacks, and an Angry Bird

Characters: Ankh and eeeveeerybooody~
Setting: Room 2-10; First Floor Kitchen
Format: Have prose, will match
Summary: Ankh wakes up and he is pissed. Off. The best way to rectify this is with ice cream.
Warnings: Rampant jerkishness and insults and maybe a few curses. Also possibly a floating arm.

Room 2-10

Ankh jerked awake on his bed. Wait on his bed? He didn't even have a bed. He was sweating. When had he fallen asleep? No, better question, why was he dreaming? That had never happened before.

He was panting heavily as he stumbled off the bed, glancing around a bit before stumbling towards his trunk, yanking a red satin drape from on top of it and shoving it open. Good. The medals were still there. Good. He shakily (he was shaking?) stumbled to the door, wrenching it open and peering out into the hallway. "What the hell is this...?!"

Kitchen

Whatever, this was nothing to worry about. There was more important things to deal with. For one he had to make sure none of the other Greeed were lurking around. And for second, this place was supposedly loaded with ice cream. And so Ankh marched down to the first floor for his secondary objective, inviting himself into the freezer and pulling out the closest popsicle with a grin.

Of, course when he went to eat it, he immediately gagged. "Damnit, what is this?!" Guess no one told him about the oatmeal rule.

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"It's kind of a little too freakin' soon." His voice is a little more wavey, he's definitely not amused. "It wasn't supposed to happen this soon!"

Dean got off the bed and began searching the area for any more clues or things that would help him figure this shit out, because what the hell man, nobody likes premature apocalypses. After fumbling in the drawer of the nightstand and checking under the bed, he went to the trunk at the foot. Opening it, he found items that belonged to him, like his clothes and most of his weapons and-- was that a license plate? He just held it up looking like the saddest guy on the planet.

"God damn it, what did they do to my baby..?"

"Too soon?" He gave Dean a curious look. What was this guy going on about? Apparently he and Eiji weren't the only ones facing some sort of apocalyptic scenario at least.

Ankh was about to go over to his own trunk to look through things more carefully-- and then the guy was holding up some...thing. That belonged on a car. And looking really sad about it. What? "...'Baby'?"

His sad face didn't go away even when he set the metal plate down gently on the bed. "My car, dude. Whoever did this to her is gonna pay."

The matter of the apocalypse was lost for a bit longer as he rifled through the trunk more, and once again, pulled something out and held it up. This time, it was a tiny black car figure. Identical to his 'baby'.

"..."

"..."

Yep, Ankh's just going to keep staring at you for awhile, Dean. He followed the metal plate for a minute, but then was right back to looking at Dean.

"What's the big deal?" He asked after a moment of getting impatient. He eyed the little black car, and then reached out his hand and plucked it out of Dean's grasp to get a better look. Because seriously, there had to be some trick to it, right?

Dean didn't mind the staring or questioning much until his tiny baby replica was plucked all too carelessly from his hands. He turned to Ankh with a look that meant exactly what it looked like before yanking it back.

"Hey, don't touch her!" Yes, Dean's going to assume this tiny car is indeed his baby shrunken down. It's then that he really gets a good look at the guy's arm and kind of tilts his head at it. He thinks it's some elaborate glove of some sort.

"What... don't have a matching one? Trying to pull off the Michael Jackson thing?"

Ankh looked a bit perturbed when Dean swiped the little car replica back; and he probably would have been more angry if he hadn't been so damn baffled by this guy's behavior. "It's just a damn car, what's the big deal?" And cars certainly did not have genders from what he had learned.

"Michael Jackson?" He asked in confusion, following Dean's attention and looking at his own right arm, which was still propped up in the air from the abrupt loss of the tiny car. "No. This is my real body."

Confusion, Snacks, and an Angry Bird

HI REMEMBER ME /sob

WHOAH, HEY THERE STRANGER

HOW DO WE KEEP MEETING LIKE THIS

BY SOME CHANCE OF FAAAATE

I think Dean is carsexual

but then he's cheating on the piiieeesss