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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 7, 2011 22:45:16 GMT -5
Kyou sat on a rock jutting out a little ways into the ocean, just watching the waves as the sun slowly descended. It wasn't even that late in the day, but with winter approaching, every day was getting so much shorter. On the plus time, he didn't have to wait as long for the golden hour to crop up for some spectacular photos. Which, incidentally, he was doing here. Waiting for the golden hour, and for the sun to set and paint the sky and ocean for him.
It was just too darn relaxing, he had had to take off his shoes and socks and put his feet in the cold water to keep himself awake. It wouldn't be too long though... Then he could go to City Hall or the mall and try his hand at selling the photos he had taken last week...
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 7, 2011 22:54:01 GMT -5
Seishiro seemed to be doing a lot more of this lately, walking about and thinking. He couldn't really remember a time he'd skipped out on clubbing for multiple nights in a row. It was a decent-sized shock to his system. Hopefully there weren't withdrawl symptoms for such things; if there were the sparkly Tora was bound to start suffering in a matter of hours, minutes even. But he did have quite a lot to think about. The occurance from a few nights previous had left a huge, dark cloud of worry hovering over his head. It was all the Tora wanted to forget the whole thing, but that clearly wasn't going to happen any time soon.
After nearly an hour of non-stop mindless strolling, Seishiro came to a halt. He paused for a moment, studying the figure a little ways off. His mood brightened a bit when he realized who it was and immediatly decided to make his presence known.
"Hey there good-looking," he called, giving Kyou a little wave as he walked closer.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 7, 2011 23:07:31 GMT -5
The Tora almost jumped at the familiar voice, he managed to tone it down to near-whiplash as he turned his head though. A smile spread on his face, as Seishy tended to have that reaction on Kyou, and he waved back to him. "Hiya Seishy!" He called back, feeling the blush rise to his face again. He needed to control that better. Really he did, it was bound to lead to some unfortunate circumstances later in life...
If the photographer noticed the small glints of metal on the other hand of his friend (crush), his subconscious chalked it up to rings and left it at that. After all, Seishy was an overzealous dresser at best.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 7, 2011 23:24:27 GMT -5
Kyou's enthusiasm immediately pulled the sparkly Tora out from his dark, worrisome mood and into a much more cheerful one; one that was much closer to the normal Seishy. His lips quirked up into a mild grin, mellow but full of energy. He jumped up Onto the rock where his clanmate was sitting and poked his head over the photographer's shoulder.
"Whatcha up to?" Seishiro queried playfully, happy to be rid of his pessimism.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 8, 2011 6:47:55 GMT -5
Kyou glanced back towards the horizon, checking the sun's progress. "Just waiting for sunset and thinking..." A sudden realization of how dull that must sound washed over him. Who has the time to wait for a sunset? He should be doing something else to pass the time!
Of course, he didn't really... want to do anything else right now. As energetic as he surely could be around friends and family, he did enjoy his quiet moments quite a bit. And right there beside the rhythmic pounding of the waves and the lukewarm sand and Seishy, Kyou was struck with the desire to be nowhere else but here.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 8, 2011 17:08:01 GMT -5
"Thinking about what, hm?" For some reason, whenever Seishiro was in a bright mood, he had a habit of asking a billion questions. It had been that way ever since he was little. And it had driven everyone insane.
The Tora paused. Somehow he knew that Kyou's answer would be vastly different from his if he had been asked the same question. Of course he'd lie and give a total bullshit answer, there was no option not to.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 8, 2011 19:59:12 GMT -5
Kyou blushed and shook his head. "Nothing important, I think." He decided to say, "It was one of those things that you can't remember anything about it after you lose your train of thought." He leaned his head back to rest on Seishy's shoulder. If the party-boy could use Kyou's as a headrest, Kyou could use Seishy's as one too.
"I'm kinda surprised you're not at the Allure," He tried, branching into a different topic. "What happened?" Had the DJ croaked or the place got shut down? What could possibly come between Seishy and parties?
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 9, 2011 17:42:07 GMT -5
"Eh?" Seishiro disguised his temporary scramble for an answer with a look of confused thoughtfulness. Eventually he just shrugged and settled with, "I just needed to do something thinking too. Nothing special." He waved his hands around as he spoke. It didn't occur to him until afterwards that it may have not been a good idea to flaunt his broken fingers. He still had yet to think of a solid story for them.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 9, 2011 20:21:31 GMT -5
Kyou's eyes widened as he caught a better look at the 'rings' he had thought Seishy was wearing. They certainly weren't usual accessories, as a matter of fact they looked more like finger braces than rings. But surely Seishy hadn't gotten hurt that bad in a barfight? Fred was looking out for him at the Allure, wasn't he?
Despite these thoughts, the braces didn't change into rings, and if anything they looked to be even more like instruments to facilitate healing than before.
The Tora's hand bolted up to gently snag Seishy's wrist and bring his hand to eye-level. Upon closer inspection (not that he needed it), his suspicions were confirmed. Somehow, someway, Seishy had gotten almost his whole hand broken...
Kyou held the hand carefully, as if scared to do it any more damage. "What... what happened?" He asked, amazed and a bit terrified of the answer could be. He hoped he was just overreacting.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 9, 2011 22:01:00 GMT -5
"Uh..." There was an awkward pause. Barfight would be the easiest answer to go with, although that hadn't flown too well with Hi. Thankfully she understood his desperation and let it go... Although he'd probably never hear the end of it from her. He loved that the Kuma cared so much about him, but her constant questions would certainly be troublesome down the road...
"Just got into somewhat of a violent situation with some guy." Well it wasn't a lie. Seishiro was just leaving out the details. "Apparently I caught him in a bad mood." He shifted his gaze sideways. "A very bad mood."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 9, 2011 22:16:40 GMT -5
Kyou's brows knitted together in concern, still carefully holding Seishy's hand. "What did you do to piss him off like that?!" The difference in voice between a concerned/worried Kyou and pissed off Kyou was the difference in volume. He got quiet when he was angry, his voice was more than a bit too loud to be angry right now. Most people weren't able to tell the difference though.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 9, 2011 22:22:33 GMT -5
"In all honesty, I have no idea." That much was true at least. Seishiro still couldn't figure out what he'd done to piss Theo (or, at least, who he thought was Theo) off so badly. The Tora knew he sometimes rubbed people the wrong way but breaking his hand was kind of taking it a bit far. "All I know is that I don't what to do it again."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 9, 2011 22:47:42 GMT -5
Kyou frowned a little. "Did you report him to the police?" He tried, scared that whoever it was might come back and try and hurt the flamboyant Tora again. "If he broke your fingers, it's assault, right?" His concern was becoming much clearer, and he no longer bothered with sparing a thought for the sunset, he could get it tomorrow anyway.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 9, 2011 23:05:39 GMT -5
"Well..." He couldn't exactly say why not. Because he threatened to kill you if I do... Yeah, that wouldn't go well. Not at all... But what other excuse did he have? He couldn't say that he did report it, he wanted to keep thr lies to a minimum. Too many and he'd be in deep shit. "Well... I have no idea who he is and I didn't get a good look at 'em. So there isn't much that can be done."
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 9, 2011 23:31:31 GMT -5
Kyou was pretty bad at reading people. Signals got mixed and muddled on a daily basis when he tried to interpret them. Even so, he had no problem figuring out that he was being lied to. Seishy had pissed off a guy he couldn't see in a BAR, where you can always see the person next to you's drink in full color, and couldn't see anything about them? No one had broken it up before over half his hand was broken? Bullshit.
"You're lying..." Kyou mumbled, a little irritation working its way into his voice.
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