Jabari waited for the door to open to the Satomura residence, and bowed deeply the instant it did. This was a long established ritual. He would be damned if he spoiled it now, when he'd not had a chance to hang out with Daisuke in weeks. Graduation was coming up. After that, missions would start, and then who knew when they'd see each other.
This was important, damn it.
Daisuke's mom made charmed noises, complimented is manners, and waved him inside. Jabari smiled at her, careful to cover his teeth with his lips (she was a civilian. She wouldn't say anything, but it'd make her uncomfortable), and walked into the sitting room.
Daisuke was already there. He looked up. Nodded with utmost respect. The two came together in the centre of the room.
"Bro," they said in perfect unison, utterly chill, utterly sure in their chillness. And now, what Jabari considered the absolute best bit.
The handshake.
Clasp fingers. Draw back. Bump fists. Slap palms. Slap back of palms (a clever bit of innovation). Grab wrists. Grab forearms. Jump without letting go. Land. Slap other palms (genius. Sheer genius.) And then...
...in a moment of inspiration that bordered on heresy...
...double fist bump to explosion draw back.
God, Daisuke was a good bro. Handshake finished (and hands immediately thrust back into pockets, like peacocks of friendship closing their tails after a badass-peacock-friendship dance) they both dropped onto the couch.
"What's today's movie?" Asked Daisuke.
"Two options," said Jabari, opening his bag. "Deathmatch 2: the Rematch, which is very cool, but..."
"But?"
"Well, you told me to warn you if it was another lamb follower movie."
"Oh. And it is?"
"There's this bit where they talk about love thy neighbour, but then there's explosions like... immediately after."
"Okay. And the other one?"
"Two Princesses of War. It has Yukie Fujikaze in."
"Oh. Dude. Hoooooot."
"Super hot, yeah. Plus, they had a ninja on staff for the fight coreoghraphy, so the taijutsu actually looks right."
"...No shit?"
"Swear to God."
Daisuke considered. Then, after a minute, "You got a preference?"
"Well... I've seen Deathmatch 2 a few times. I only got Two Princesses today."
"Gotcha. Two Princesses it is."
Jabari busied himself with the DVD player. There was a clink behind him, and he looked up to see Daisuke laying out the evening's dinner.
Oh shit.
His bro may have outdone himself.
"What even are those?"
"Those, my bro, are chipped potatoes fried in vegetable fat. And these are popcorn."
"The corn kernel explosion thing?"
"Uh huh. With chocolate from the store. And fruit juice."
"Bro."
"I know, bro. I know."
They settled onto the couch, and Daisuke fumbled for the remote.
Jabari sighed in contentment. This. This was good. This was what bro-hood should look like.
