The blond lopes back and a skewer of grilled unagi is offered. …And offered. And offered. Eventually Shuichi bends until his face is in Taiki’s.
“Hullo, Earth to Kayashima.” Black eyes blink and food is presented once more. Slowly, Taiki reaches up to accept it, mumbling his thanks. Shuichi nods in satisfaction, falling in step. “Y’were pretty dazed - what were y’look-“
“…Actually, I think I might return to the school.” The quiet, melodic voice interjects, passing the skewer over again. “I’m a little tired.” Before Shuichi can protest, the psychic breaks off down a narrow footpath, turning between two festival booths.
They’re in the brickwork, the molding, the ceiling, the tatami, his head. Scrabbling and scratching all day long with little regard. One clings upside down to the patterned plaster, staring at him with a mouth cut ear to ear, stringed hanging black hair, and limbs too long and joints too sharp. The rest exist just on the edge of his vision - the peripherals see things most honestly. The glimpses are real, he can feel them move in and out and up and down. Always a swarm just at his flanks. Exaggerated reflections of himself, etching a record into the walls.
Sitting on his knees, he’s just tall enough to see over the second board on the round pen. A brutal sun hangs overhead and the commotion inside kicks dust onto his neon-green popsicle. Brown eyes track the twisting horse and rider -- uneven clomp of hooves, grunts, and occasional oath in Spanish the only sound in this part of the farm. His father jerks, a stern look of concentration on his face while the unpredictable thoroughbred sidesteps. There’s a holler when they turn towards Sabe and the boy scrambles away just as an unshod hoof kicks out at the fence.
#81 Author's Choice: Secretdainty_ofcourseJune 6 2011, 01:07:19 UTC
You know what?
All you people with ~mysterious lives~ drive me insane sometimes. I have to remember who's secrets I'm keeping and it makes me crazy. I don't have anything hidden and it'd just be better if everyone else was the same way. Between the zombie vampire werewolf anteaters, the psychics, the spirit gurus, the djinn, and the shapeshifters... If it doesn't break me then I think you guys are probably safe with everyone else. You make more of a target out of yourselves if you hide away and make it into a bigger deal than it really is.
Taiki shrinks away as soon as icy aloe is slapped none too gently over his shoulder.
“Careless.” The brunet assistant snips. “Beautiful skin, ruined.” Self-preservation keeps Taiki’s mouth shut while Senri works through his anger - though sitting still during the rough ministration is another matter. “Stop moving! It’s your own fault so bear it. Maybe next time you’ll remember to be more responsible.” Steeling himself, Taiki tries to obey, dropping his head compliantly to give his nurse better access to his neck. “…Such lovely white skin. All ruined.” The laments and condemning looks continue until the bright red burn fades.
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The blond lopes back and a skewer of grilled unagi is offered. …And offered. And offered. Eventually Shuichi bends until his face is in Taiki’s.
“Hullo, Earth to Kayashima.” Black eyes blink and food is presented once more. Slowly, Taiki reaches up to accept it, mumbling his thanks. Shuichi nods in satisfaction, falling in step. “Y’were pretty dazed - what were y’look-“
“…Actually, I think I might return to the school.” The quiet, melodic voice interjects, passing the skewer over again. “I’m a little tired.” Before Shuichi can protest, the psychic breaks off down a narrow footpath, turning between two festival booths.
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Sitting on his knees, he’s just tall enough to see over the second board on the round pen. A brutal sun hangs overhead and the commotion inside kicks dust onto his neon-green popsicle. Brown eyes track the twisting horse and rider -- uneven clomp of hooves, grunts, and occasional oath in Spanish the only sound in this part of the farm. His father jerks, a stern look of concentration on his face while the unpredictable thoroughbred sidesteps. There’s a holler when they turn towards Sabe and the boy scrambles away just as an unshod hoof kicks out at the fence.
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All you people with ~mysterious lives~ drive me insane sometimes. I have to remember who's secrets I'm keeping and it makes me crazy. I don't have anything hidden and it'd just be better if everyone else was the same way. Between the zombie vampire werewolf anteaters, the psychics, the spirit gurus, the djinn, and the shapeshifters... If it doesn't break me then I think you guys are probably safe with everyone else. You make more of a target out of yourselves if you hide away and make it into a bigger deal than it really is.
Hmph.
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“Careless.” The brunet assistant snips. “Beautiful skin, ruined.” Self-preservation keeps Taiki’s mouth shut while Senri works through his anger - though sitting still during the rough ministration is another matter. “Stop moving! It’s your own fault so bear it. Maybe next time you’ll remember to be more responsible.” Steeling himself, Taiki tries to obey, dropping his head compliantly to give his nurse better access to his neck. “…Such lovely white skin. All ruined.” The laments and condemning looks continue until the bright red burn fades.
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