[ un: XIII / VIDEO & ACTION ; pick your poison! ]

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[ For the browsers of the network who had tuned into this particular entry, they are met with a dizzying sight. The cinematography is atrocious. The feed bobs and weaves from side to side, shadowing the curious movements of the head of the person holding the comm device far too close to his nose from the other side. It may be difficult to see, but the turquoise-ish fluid oozing from a small puncture wound was a bold contrast against the otherwise metallic slate of the wall. ]

The wall scolded me! That's so weird..! [ The owner of the voice was... Hard to identify. Maybe a young woman, or an even younger boy. The teetering footsteps that bounced the camera seemed to imply that he was cautiously keeping his distance from the wound of his own making; a interested sort of hesitance that seemed unclear in its intent. ] So, I was thinking, maybe I should put something up so I can throw my knives when I get bored... But wouldn't that mean I have to put a hole in there, anyway? Even if I try to be good I'll still get in trouble! [ The exasperation in the stranger's voice left as quickly as it had arrived in lieu of something sincerely enthusiastic. ]

Oh! [ The video was obscured by a brief cascade of white and then a large, red eye. Bowing right over the communicator to regard it upside down seemed like the most reasonable route to take, even if not the most comfortable looking to a casual observer. ] I'm Suzuya, your new crewmate! Let's all get along ~ You can call me Juuzou instead if you want, I don't really care about that. [ There were more important things to discuss, after all. ] So, the wall wont take away my Quinque if I'm bad, right? It just tells me not to..?

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Juuzou shook his head. "Not really." His job took advantage of his manoeuvrability and his skills with his blades, but he wouldn't call it a circus act. He liked to keep himself flexible and on the ball partly for familiarity's sake and partly to aid in his exterminations. One unlucky strike from a Ghoul and Juuzou very well knew that he would be dead, and that would be unfortunate.

Matt approached and Juuzou perked up. His eyes were wide and curious. "I like taller guys," The smaller of the pair explained with a cheery tip of his head. "I can see the shape of your face well enough, you know. I dunno what colour your eyes are, but your hair is so cool, and your voice sounds nice. You worry too much~"

Boundary pushing was a dangerous game to play with a person like Juuzou; he never knew when to stop. The flat of his tongue dragged along Matt's knuckle and left it with a little parting nip of his teeth. His nose wrinkled at the bitter taste of the blood that had wiped itself off onto the other's finger. Well, that did not taste like candy at all. Thankfully it was only a trace amount and Juuzou had been spared from future curiosity that could have ended up with a mouthful of delicious looking, but disgusting tasting, ship blood.

"Yeah! I'll teach you. Or, well, I'll try to, anyway! You already got the basics down so it shouldn't be too hard~"

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Taller. Cool hair and nice face shape. Yeah that sounded like Matt when he was younger and first unleashed on the world, too. 'Good enough' was exactly how he viewed some of his own conquests. It's a valid way to be. "Not many people find out what my eye colour is." But the rest, that could be for free.

Matt didn't shy away at the warm, wet caress of a tongue against his finger and the teeth that followed. It hadn't been what he thought was going to happen, but he sure had no qualms about it. His eyes locked in on Juuzou's and a tiny smirk pulled his lips again. Yeah he doubted that tasted so great, that was why he came to move it away, but no. Had to do it the hard way.

Speaking of, he pulled his glove out and slipped his burned hand into it. "I want to learn. I'm good with a gun but I don't see a stockpile around here. This'll be better to protect myself." And also to keep someone like this a little more around should shit go down here. "My tricks aren't as useful as yours."

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The way Matt looked Juuzou dead in the eye presented him with a good opportunity to crane up onto his tiptoes. He was practically nose to nose with him. "Hmm..." Bright, ruby eyes didn't so much as blink for a few, studious seconds. Juuzou rolled back onto his heels and shrugged his narrow shoulders. "Well, your eyes are a light colour! I know that much." Well, he tried.

"Let's see, let's see..." Juuzou mumbled to himself as he pranced on over to his discarded overshirt. He crouched down and, whilst he hummed a vague tune to himself, pulled out one of the knives. "You want one to practice with?" He offered whilst spinning the Bikaku around atop his fingertip. "I've got at least thirty of them, so you can borrow this one if you want!"

A soft 'hup!' announced Juuzou's spring back up to his full, short height. "Knives are good because they don't have ammo. You can throw them and then go pick them up again. Just make sure to keep them nice and sharp!" He explained with a confident little nod of his head. "It's mostly practice but I'll help you out, okay~?"

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This wasn't a problem. Matt knew this game and it was to see if he could be intimidated in any way, shape or form. In fact, to make it easier, he tilted his head down to give Juuzou a good look into his glasses and to almost close distance. No fear there, at least not where this was concerned. "That's pretty much it." They were lightish, that was the truth. Maybe if Juuzou had RGB values memorized he could have figured it out, but no, as it seemed he didn't.

Now that they had both backed down, at least Matt knew the exploit was right there. All he had to do was take it if he needed it. Both of his hands found his pockets again and he squared his shoulders toward where Juuzou was crouching. "Thirty eight." Matt said with confidence in the number but with hesitance to reach his hand out right away. "I don't know much about knife keeping. I wouldn't mind it, I'm pretty defenseless here. Nothing I had back in my room back home came with me." Only ridiculous things like keys and other things he had since gone through. "I'd appreciate the help, I don't like not being able to protect myself efficiently. Or anyone else."

Mello and Near were here and if that was the case, likely they had been brought for a reason. Matt had always been the tail and tagalong, which meant that was his job here too. Assist, observe, report and trust if he liked it or not sometimes.

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Matt had read him like a book and Juuzou hadn't even noticed. His initial intention had just been to scope out his eyes, but the reaction would have been subconsciously noted whether Juuzou had intentions to intimidate or not. He was just wired in a way not dissimilar to how a predator would assess its potential prey.

"... Huh?" That was... Wait a moment. The knife twirling about his finger was stopped by its blunt edge against Juuzou's palm and he set about confirming the quantity of knives he had. He counted the loose blades that had been used for his demonstration, softly mouthing the numbers back to himself as he counted. He paused and was silent. His eyes were blown wide and he looked from his shirt, to Matt, back again, and finally settled his surprised attention onto his glyph partner. "How did you do that!?"

No, now is not the time for knife training. Juuzou's attention just got snatched right away. "When did you count them?? How did you... Wow, I don't get it..?" Huh.

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It was his job. His whole reason for existing. Reading movements, understanding body language, and maybe even better than some of his superior successors. Maybe.

No knife talk it was. Watching Juuzou go about trying to find out if he was right or not made Matt smirk. He knew he was right and just stood there with patience. He was used to this and used to do similar things in bars in the short time he was away from Mello. Allowing to make certain that the tally had been the same, Matt chuckled softly under the smirk and shrugged his shoulders. "I counted some of them when you were clanking them around, the rest when you took the shirt off." Even if fleeting, Matt was incredibly capable. "I have a photographic memory. I just put the photos together in my head. Ask me anything about the room we're standing in."

Closing his eyes, Matt pulled his goggles up and put one hand over his eyes. "How many bolts there are to our right or left, how many approximate steps to what item, what's around the corner in the direction I came from. That kind of thing. Anything."