go kanji it's your birthday

[realmenknitplushies]

Who: Kanji and ....anyone?
Where: A Place.
When: Um.
What: Silly palate-cleanser fluff for a change of pace from War, Drama, Nobodies and Fog.
Warnings: hahahahaha maybe for toothache

Suddenly, everything was soft and fluffy. Piles of fabric and fuzz everywhere. The odd stuffed toy falling from the sky.
And from the middle of all of it, a movement, and a head poking through the vista.

"... what the hell?!"

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[bleachout]

Make that two heads, because someone else just swam to the surface amidst this plush pandemonium, dislodging a large yellow rabbit as he gasped for air. ...Though it might not be exactly accurate to say someone else.

"Wha-" He glared. First he gets torn away from a really very promising oven glove puppet-in-progress for this - he'd hardly have minded if he wasn't in the middle of something, but come on - and now... seriously, what?

"The hell're you doing here!?"

[realmenknitplushies]

"You're askin' me that?" he barks back in annoyance and frustration, never mind confusion.

That.. doesn't look like his Shadow, at least. The eyes are normal, the expression's wrong. But in that case, why is he seeing himself?

He mutters to himself - to his own self - "Shit... I've gotta be seein' things..."

[bleachout]

"You're tellin' me, asshole - huh?"

But whatever else he was going to rant about is cut off when something about that big yellow bunny catches his eye, and his already pronounced scowl deepens. He reaches out to swipe it by the ear just as it's about to roll out of reach.

"And... the hell is this?" Then, accusingly, he brandishes the toy at the other him like a chair school desk fish weapon. "Did you do the stitching on this thing!?"

[realmenknitplushies]

The flaw that caught the other's eye jumps out to his own, and indignation rises in his chest.

"Wha'- hell, no! You accusin' me of that kinda shoddy work?" Oh, it is on now. This doppelganger obviously doesn't know who he's dealing with. How can anyone wear his face and even think he'd leave such a big mistake in a finished piece of work? "Don't you dare. Don't you goddamn dare."

[bleachout]

Kanji manages to drag himself a bit further out of the plushie pit in order to lean forward and glare at him properly. How the hell should he know whose shoddy work it is!? He doesn't even know this guy! Long-lost twin or whatever he's going to turn out to be.

"Well, I didn't do it, dumbass!" he snaps, and flings the bunny right at the uncanny duplicate of his own face.

... It might not be professionally put together, but it's very soft.

[realmenknitplushies]

And Kanji takes the bunny to the face like a champion. (Although perhaps he just can't stand to hit the thing.)

"Then who did?" he yells. "What's goin' on around here? Who are you?"

This is just ... weird.

[bleachout]

"Dammit, I've heard enough!"

Kanji, predictably, isn't listening. The only sound he cares about now is the incessant squeak of one particularly large plushie he can tell is somewhere underneath him.

Eventually, he manages to fish it out - it's an almost perfectly circular turtle, big enough for a little kid to sprawl out on, complete with beady eyes and a noticeably lopsided grin. Gripping it by the furry flippers, Kanji turns his hard stare back on his doppelganger.

"Clones and Shadows and robots and whatever the hell else..." he growls. "Yeah, don't stand there with my face and act like I don't know how this goes! If I'm not gonna get any answers 'til I beat 'em out of you, then let's end this, punk! Right here, right now!"

There's a sudden thrum of energy around them, suffusing the air around them with a blue glow...

"Pers- aaargh!"

...until a moment later, when the pile gives way underneath him completely, and he plummets back into the depths of the sea of fuzz.

[realmenknitplushies]

...Robots? What the hell? "Don't you go accusin' me of bein' a Shadow, asshole! I ain't-"

If this double wants a fight, though, Kanji'll give it to him. He's done it once, he'll do it again, he'll do it as many times as it takes.

As he raises a fist, skipping past trying to find a weapon in this ridiculous place, he's caught with his mouth open and hand in the air as the other falls back into the fluff.
...Oooof.

[bleachout]

For a moment, there's no further response. ...Okay, annoying as this situation is, maybe Kanji is getting a little distracted by the fuzziness down here. Round one to the impostor, or whoever else put all these stuffed animals here.

But like hell he's staying down forever! Abruptly, the sea of fluff parts, and Kanji bursts forth like a young volcano. With a wordless yell, he throws himself bodily at the other him, furry turtle in tow.

[realmenknitplushies]

Oh, it's on. It's very much on. Kanji raises his arms to grab at his doppelganger as he charges, or at least, block the impact somewhat - shove him back into the sea of fuzz, perhaps, if he can get a good grip. Not that's likely around here.