I know, won't forget

[wounds]

Who: Genos and YOU
What: Dealing with Cyborg eyes!
When: December 6, all day
Where: MANTICORE's penthouse, Pride HQ, various bars
Warnings: Foul language?

>MANTICORE penthouse, 8 am

[Genos has always woken up early. He's not sure why exactly he does, but changing a sleep schedule is a tricky business.

So he wakes up, pads his way over to a bathroom and catches his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are completely different, gold irises instead of blue, and completely black sclera.

Are they glowing?]

WHAT THE FUCK?! 

>Pride HQ, 4 PM

[Eventually he calms down. Eventually he just doesn't want to be in their penthouse. So he grabs a pair of sunglasses and pushes them on.

Except they don't exactly block out the glow of his eyes.

He grits his teeth and just shoves past whoever's in the way of him and getting out of the building.]

Sorry.

[He sounds more distracted and distressed than sorry.] 

>Various bars, throughout the night

[He makes it out onto the streets and he starts hitting up bars. Alcohol does nothing for him, but being out of HQ is comforting.

Except he keeps getting pictures taken, and on any other day he'd be willing to pose for them. But today has been stressful and all he wants is some time alone, which is why he keeps hopping from bar to bar.

And it's dark enough now that the sunglasses look stupid, but if he takes them off he'll have to explain the bright glow of them- which is only barely masked by the glasses in the first place.]

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[wounds]

[Unfortunately for them, they're from a popular band.

Which means fans an paparazzi and Genos's glass is two seconds away from getting shattered.]

Sure you don't have us confused for somebody else?

[They don't, of course, but maybe it's enough to throw them off their tail.]

[sharktrash]

[ Unfortunately, they kind of stand out in a crowd. Especially Squalo with his white shiny weave. He looks ready to sacrifice himself to let Genos slip away, though, and sort of spreads his arms to the sides to keep them from crowding him too tightly, almost like a mother duck protecting its nest. ]

[ It's not working as well as he'd hoped. Time for plan B. ]

VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! NEED SOME BREATHING ROOM HERE!!

[ ...surprisingly enough, most of the group goes quiet and takes a step or two back. Probably just to pick at their ears and make sure they hadn't gone deaf, but still. ]

[wounds]

[SO LOUD.

At least Genos is already used to it. So he just shrugs it off, hops up and grabs Squalo's arm.]

Let's get out of here.

[sharktrash]

[ He doesn't resist the pull, although he does look a little confused/disappointed. Blame the brainwashing. ]

Hey, maybe they wanted us to sign something...

[ #priorities ]

[wounds]

You're free to go back.

I just want a night out without getting harassed. [Usually he'd be fine with it, but not today.]

[sharktrash]

Fine, fine.

[ He's supposed to be supportive or something. And that's best accomplished by sticking together, so he'll stop complaining for now. ]

[ Squalo tucks his hair into his jacket before they enter the next bar, just in case. ]