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The White Trash of Meifu
This conversation springs from this line from the ClubSoka Epic: "The man seems determined to make himself a fixture of Hisoka's life, and nothing Hisoka does seem to change that. Screaming matches in the parking lot- which is where their nights end just as often as they do in kisses- only get rid of him for a few days, before he returns, clingy and possessive and bitter, whispering 'I hate you' and 'Gods, I can't get you out of my mind' in a choked voice, pressing the words to Hisoka's skin with fingertips and mouth."
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amet: so how bout you, any writing?theBrigdh: Nah, not really. A paragraph or so.
amet: Aw, no more screaming fights in the parking lot?amet: Those two are so Jerry Springer.theBrigdh: Bwa!
theBrigdh: Oh my god.
amet: What? They are.theBrigdh: That image is going to be burned into my mind now.
amet: Bolt the chairs to the floor folks, or there will be tossage!theBrigdh: Bwahaha!
theBrigdh: Tommorrow on Springer: My Teenage Son's Sleeping with a Older Man!
amet: And possessed by an ancient god with a penchant for gay sex!amet: The final thoughts would be priceless!theBrigdh: Hee!
theBrigdh: And the surprise guest: Hisoka's mom! Because it's not a real Springer episode without someone completely insane.
amet: Dude, if they could dig up Kasane they'd have a full deck.amet: Or like, Iwao. There'd be raving condemnations and demands for Nagare to kill Hisoka.amet: God, I feel bad for Nagare... I bet they all bitch to him about it.theBrigdh: Hee.
amet'Do you know what your son was doing last night? Or rather, whom?'theBrigdh: Bwa!
theBrigdh: And the comments from the auidence!
amet: Oh dear.amet: I think I'm going to avoid analyzing that too much.theBrigdh: Hee
amet: Because it would probably involve a three hundred pound black woman in a Mickey Mouse tee shirt getting up and being all 'It shoulda matta wheah the kid gets it, cuz he has a GOOD MEAN and that ain't no sure thing to come by. Boo yah!' With all the hand waving and head banging that comes with such gems of wisdom.theBrigdh: Oh my God.
theBrigdh: *dies*
And drabbles are coming. Um. Eventually.
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"I think we've all learned a valuable lesson here today. Sometimes our children are not what we expect, but they need our love anyway. Who hasn't had a moment when they felt slightly... disappointed in their children? But who also hasn't had a moment when they felt proud beyond all reasoning?"
He nods, pleased with himself. "Ah, children."
In the corner on the screen, onstage, Iwao pulls a knife and leaps at Hisoka. Tsuzuki pulls him out of the way just in time, and Iwao goes skidding face-first into the audience. Tsuzuki goes after him, sitting on his back and pounding his head into the ground. The audience pours out of their seats, surrounding them and cheering them on, and conveniently blocking the way of the security guards.
Nagare also tries to get to them, but is stuck behind a woman, leaning over her shoulder and shouting about the family honor from a few feet away.
Hisoka is attempting to pull a chair out of the floor, to go defend his 'mean'.
Rui collapses, and begins screaming about her sister coming to get her. No one notices.
Jerry smiles, oblivious. "Yes, parenthood can be difficult at times, but it's worth it. Remember that as you call our 1-800 number to register for next week's show, 'I Had to Kill My Daughter's Only Friend to Get the Illegal Heart Transplant She Needed to Live, But Now She's Become an Insane Serial Killer'. Thank you."
As the number scrolls other the bottom of the screen and a few photos from tomorrow's show are displayed, cries of, "You get him, boy! Don't let no one be treating you man like dat. Hit 'im with de chair!" can be heard.
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