Stomach In, Guts Out
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Black Lagoon pwns my soul.
It didn't take Rock a long time to get used to the chaos that was the Lagoon Company. He put it down to being a businessman, and a Japanese one at that (In reality, he knew that it may be because he was something of a doormat, and noises like these weren't something he could do something about except adapt to. In reality, he also knew that it might be because of his upbringing, but Rock had gotten very good at many things in the past year, and forgetting about certain things was one of them).
Dutch had been fast to get used to. The big man was easy to please, and had the temperament of Buddha. As long as Rock didn't throw guns away like the last time – although Dutch had forgiven him for that fast enough, since that he had come up with the Ultimate Plan to save their lives – it was fine. Dutch was the employer who Never Got Pissed Off, and Rock was the employee who Pleased Everyone. They clicked immediately, really, the punch Rock got the first time aside.
Benny was more absent than present. He spent much of his time romancing his computer, and as such, all Rock had to do to gain his favor was get him a cup of coffee and instant noodles every now and then, and make sure that he didn't trip on any Benny-related cables. It also helped that Rock had more brains than Rebi.
Rebi, on the other hand, came off loud and explosive and brash and generally Very Loud. Rebi, now Rebi took a lot of time to get used to. All of two weeks, in fact, and then Rock could waltz into her room and piss her off all he liked because she never really did anything harmful to him. Much.
He was used to watching Rebi and Dutch kill people. It was as simple as bang, bang, bang, and the occasional BOOM from Dutch. For some reason or another, what he couldn't get used to was everyone else engaging in the manic activities as Rebi in his presence. Balalaika on a killing spree freaked him out. He was lucky he hadn't been able to witness Sawyer and Shenhua at it. Eda, he was finally starting to get used to. The nun had a lot in common with Rebi, after all, so he liked to think that Eda was a more conservative Rebi. With more flamboyant Lady Parts.
Now if the Chinese-American heard his thoughts, he'd certainly be gutted like a fish.
"What are you smiling at, Rock?" Rebi drawled, poking his thigh with a foot from her spot lying on the couch beside him.
"Nothing," he smiled sheepishly. Rebi would have been more suspicious if one, she cared, and two, the heat hadn't blasted her brains to smithereens. The redhead grunted and continued bitching about and at the weather. Rock continued fanning her with the cardboard he had cut off from the box of their latest weapon acquisition. Somehow, the picture didn't seem alien to him anymore. Not at all, though he still blushed sometimes whenever Rebi shamelessly sprawled like this, because he could see Lady Parts, and while he could take killing and general death and destruction, Lady Parts sort of made him uneasy. Especially since they were Rebi's.
"Argh! ROCK! Stop making weird faces! How am I supposed to take a nap when you keep on making weird faces at my feet?!" One of the Rebi's feet were on his lap, while the other heel was pressed to his cheek.
"M'shorry. Pleesh get your foot off my faesh."
2:37 AM 12/5/2006