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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 24, 2011 20:39:59 GMT -5
Seishiro was having one of his "days." No, not a sudden spout of anti-social depression, but quite the opposite. The need to bring out the eyeliner and leather could never be fought when it arose. So here he was at the Allure (his usual hangout) decked out in tight leather pants and layers of glitter. His boots added a good three or four inches onto his already tall stature and his black vest flaunted his lean but well-defined muscles.
The Tora's neon green nails were wrapped around a drink which he downed quickly before making his way back out onto the dancefloor. The occasional girl (or guy) would stop and dance with him for a song or two before going on their way. Despite all the fun, Seishy was starting to wish he'd brought a certain "someone" along for the night, although she'd probably have declined the invitation anyway. Still, it wasn't quite as enjoyable without anyone to tease.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 24, 2011 21:21:43 GMT -5
Kyou was for once, alone. Without his sister. Riding solo. He wasn't exactly used to it (which he supposed wasn't the best of signs) but it did give him the opportunity to drink whatever the hell he wanted. Though he didn't have much money...
Actually, the entire reason he had come to the Allure was to try and take some photos. The lighting was always changing and the people kept moving and it was actually a pretty fun place to take photos at. Not to mention he was occasionally able to get paid for taking a request portrait-photo for some girl or guy or couple who wanted to remember what they were doing while they got smashed. It was fine by him though, money was money.
He glanced out onto the dance floor, half wanting to join them all, half wanting to not make a fool out of himself. He loved music, just couldn't play it or dance to it for the life of him. That didn't stop him from wishing though... Maybe if Ayumu had been there he'd have more of his confidence, but not now when he was alone and incapable of dealing with many of the repercussions of his actions.
So he resigned himself to just watch, looking at the dance floor and the people twirling and grinding out on it. Smiling a little. Maybe some other night when he didn't have his camera he could try, but not right now.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 24, 2011 21:29:22 GMT -5
Having had his fill of the dancefloor for the time being, Seishiro made his way back over to the bar, ready to get another round of whatever it was that was currently coursing through his veins. He couldn't really recall what it was called, but that didn't matter. All that counted was that it felt bloody fantastic.
While waiting for his drink Seishiro noticed someone nearby, a young man actually, probably around his age, and holding a camera. Not exactly one who appeared to be the "clubbing" type, but then again, people could suprise you. And besides... he was pretty cute. The Tora nonchalantly scooted down the bar so that he was within hearing distance of the other man.
"Hey good-looking," he greeted with a suggestive wink, "you come here often?"
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 24, 2011 21:47:52 GMT -5
Kyou jumped just a little at the phrase, turning so that he could face whoever was hitting on him. Whether it was the heat of the club or the fact that he had managed to get a drink or two since coming here earlier in the night, Kyou didn't register the blush that had crept up on his face. "Who? Me?" He asked, feeling like an idiot almost immediately afterward. Who else would this guy be talking to? The wall? He didn't look near drunk enough to do that. Well, at least he hadn't pointed to himself, he would've looked so DUMB...
Still, it's not like he was the best with flirting. He had never had much practice with it as a teenager, and scrambling to try and make a buck or twenty for Ayumu and himself had left little time to develop them now.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 24, 2011 21:56:57 GMT -5
"'Course I meant you." His lips quirked upwards at the ends. Seishiro rested his chin in a gloved hand, the sparkling green nails resting lazily on his chin as he spoke. "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you don't come to places like this very often." His anti-freeze-colored eyes (colored contacts, of course) gave him a quick look-over, confirming his theory.
The flirtatious Tora gave a sudden laugh and straightened up, as if having suddenly remembered something important. "Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Seishiro, but you can call me Seishy if you like." He smiled lazily. "And you are...?"
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 25, 2011 20:56:54 GMT -5
Kyou wasn't sure whether to be offended or a bit sheepish that Seishiro could tell he didn't go clubbing often. He figured it didn't really matter, even if it wasn't helping his blush any, and smiled. "I'm Kyou, and I don't have a real nickname." except West, but that was Ayumu's nickname for him (even if he had been the one to pick it). It would just be weird if he was called it by anyone else.
The Tora was unusually shy, even for being without his sister. He wished he knew why though... "You here with anyone Seishy?" He asked, curious and trying to not seem like he was a two dimensional moron.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 25, 2011 21:05:14 GMT -5
Seishiro gave a dramatic sigh. "No, the love of my life had other plans." He pouted playfully. "And she couldn't really be bothered with my carelessness." The smile returned in an instant. "Why do you ask? Interested?"
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 25, 2011 21:21:43 GMT -5
Kyou smiled and shook his head, then tapped his camera lightly. "Nah, just been taking photos all night for couples and stuff." Okay, half lie. Truthfully he was rather interested, but he wasn't about to spill that. Besides, Ayumu would be horrified if she found out he picked up a boy at a nightclub. Not that that was likely. Unless one caught him with Ayumu (which wasn't hard to do) he wasn't the most energetic or charismatic he could be.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 25, 2011 21:33:51 GMT -5
"Shame, you're pretty cute." Seishiro smirked playfully. "Although you should consider adding a little make-up. It'd bring out your eyes." That, and the Tora loved sharing his love for eyeliner. Kyou would look pretty nice with some...
It was at this point Seishiro noticed the other man's orange waistband, a clone of his own. "Well would you look at that!" he exclaimed in faux shock. He held up his wrist with a sly half-grin. " Clanmates."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 26, 2011 20:53:06 GMT -5
Kyou quirked a brow. "Makeup? Seriously?" He had no opinion on the stuff himself, but he figured it would just feel too weird. Seishy might have had a point, but West doubted he'd try it. Besides, it's not like he had much cash to spare. He needed to help with the cat and clan meals were poison, makeup was an expense he didn't think he needed to splurge upon.
Candy, on the other hand, was free game.
The dark-haired photographer glanced between the wristbands and blinked. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you around the base." Kyou had been there for awhile now, he had seen almost everyone once...
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 28, 2011 21:42:42 GMT -5
"I tend to come and go at random," Seishiro replied nonchalantly. "I've got an apartment of my own. Otherwise I usually crash at Hi's place." He didn't bother to elaborate on the details involving his long-time friendship, or "courtship," as the Tora preferred to call it (seeing as it sounded fancier), with the kick-butt Kuma girl.
"Which, I've found to be a bit of a shame really. Had I known the clan had such good-looking members, I probably would've hung around base more often." He smirked, raising his eyebrows playfully.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 28, 2011 22:08:44 GMT -5
Kyou felt the blush rising and rolled his eyes to try and downplay it. "Yeah, well, it's not like I really wanna have to be there... Ayumu and I need ta get out of there, it's just a matter of getting the money to rent a place I guess." And they were getting there bit by bit, he supposed. As soon as they stopped having to rely on the clans for everything, things would be great. Challenging, but much better. He knew it, or at least he hoped it would be like that.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 28, 2011 22:21:48 GMT -5
"Ah, to make the great escape," Seishiro stated whistfully. "Isn't that we all hope for? Not that I can really complain." He shrugged. "I've had it pretty easy. I've never paid attention to the clans and probably never will. I just an easy-going guy who likes to have a little fun. Especially when it includes glitter."
That much was obvious. His sparkly nails and layers of club glitter that gleamed on his bare skin was enough to make Edward Cullen jealous.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on May 28, 2011 22:55:01 GMT -5
Kyou laughed. "That's easy enough to see." He said, smiling through the laughter. Seishy could very well be his own disco ball if he so desired. The thought of the other Tora suspended from the ceiling and revolving struck the photographer and he giggled again. Suddenly he wanted another drink, did he have the money? 'Yes!' His head responded as he had been paid for a few of the photos already. The fact that they were supposed to be going to Ayumu for safekeeping didn't really register and he waved to barman over.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on May 28, 2011 23:07:12 GMT -5
At that exact moment, Seishiro recieved the mystery concoction he'd requested a few minutes earlier. He proceeded to pick up the glass and examine the contents, still unsure as to what it was. Ah, well. Alcohol was alcohol either way. (Not, of course, that Hi needed to know anything about that particular philosophy.)
When he noted that Kyou was ordering his own drink, Seishiro saw an oppurtunity. "Why don't I just buy you a drink?" He suggested. "Keep your money and buy yourself something nice." The Tora winked. Not for the first time, being the disowned child of a wealthy bussiness man paid off.
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