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Who: Yosuke Hanamura and OPEN.
When: Early morning of the reset.
Where: Biodome.
Summary: Yosuke quietly pondering his actions of the week prior.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Violence, if someone wants to start a rumble, I guess?
Yosuke had brought his faciliberry along with him so that he could write -- or rather speak -- comments every so often to people when he felt the need. He sat underneath one of the trees, rested his head against the trunk. It seemed weird that only a few days ago the place actually looked more like a warzone than anything else. Who would have thought that he could lose his temper so bad over a crush? He wasn't even dating Tsubaki. His hand came over to hold over his face to laugh. Easier to think on the immature and silly things that he had done rather than the more serious and hurtful. He wasn't even sure what he should think about at this time.
Disgust with himself came first and foremost. He had already decided on how he was going to fix that sort of feeling. Kanji and him -- were they now partners? Yin and Yang? How utterly gay was that? Another shaking of his shoulders in laughter. It was wrong to think that if Souji was around things wouldn't have progressed as they did. Souji didn't have any bad sides to his personality, just like Tsubaki. He might have been talked down a lot sooner and faster than getting all worked up like he had. But he didn't even listen to her, so there was no point in blaming in the absence of their leader. Yosuke was sad, but if he admitted to himself, it was mostly sadness over the friendships that he thought were gone. He already knew that he was a vicious person deep down. How he handled Namatame had answered that quickly enough. But somehow, he wanted to hide that part of him away forever.
"No, I am just feeling sorry for myself, and I really don't have the right to. It's okay. It's fine. No, no, it really isn't." His head just felt so full and he felt so drained about everything that happened. He felt like maybe he was going crazy, or he was crazy. Hadn't he told Neku to just accept that he was insane? It was easier and it would be better. There wasn't anyone around who could help anymore, right? So, where exactly did that leave him? Well, at the very least, he would check on his friends and cheer them up about anything that happened last week (if they would allow him to). It was sheer luck that Kanji seemed preoccupied and didn't notice what he had done, but he couldn't count that same luck for everyone.
To apologize to everyone, anyone, it seemed like it was such a cheap action. What was there to say anyway? 'Sorry that I was such a sociopathic dick?' It was a start. It was a really good start. But he didn't know if he could do so. Kanda didn't seem like the type of person who would forgive it. His eyebrows knit together as he did not think that this was just 'feeling sorry for himself' (well, not 'just' at least, it certainly was going on), but thinking that perhaps, everything that Komui said had been true. About Madara. About himself. How could he "fix" things like that? His head came to rest down on his knees instead. All they had was time. So he had enough time to change himself into a better person -- in theory.
When: Early morning of the reset.
Where: Biodome.
Summary: Yosuke quietly pondering his actions of the week prior.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Violence, if someone wants to start a rumble, I guess?
Yosuke had brought his faciliberry along with him so that he could write -- or rather speak -- comments every so often to people when he felt the need. He sat underneath one of the trees, rested his head against the trunk. It seemed weird that only a few days ago the place actually looked more like a warzone than anything else. Who would have thought that he could lose his temper so bad over a crush? He wasn't even dating Tsubaki. His hand came over to hold over his face to laugh. Easier to think on the immature and silly things that he had done rather than the more serious and hurtful. He wasn't even sure what he should think about at this time.
Disgust with himself came first and foremost. He had already decided on how he was going to fix that sort of feeling. Kanji and him -- were they now partners? Yin and Yang? How utterly gay was that? Another shaking of his shoulders in laughter. It was wrong to think that if Souji was around things wouldn't have progressed as they did. Souji didn't have any bad sides to his personality, just like Tsubaki. He might have been talked down a lot sooner and faster than getting all worked up like he had. But he didn't even listen to her, so there was no point in blaming in the absence of their leader. Yosuke was sad, but if he admitted to himself, it was mostly sadness over the friendships that he thought were gone. He already knew that he was a vicious person deep down. How he handled Namatame had answered that quickly enough. But somehow, he wanted to hide that part of him away forever.
"No, I am just feeling sorry for myself, and I really don't have the right to. It's okay. It's fine. No, no, it really isn't." His head just felt so full and he felt so drained about everything that happened. He felt like maybe he was going crazy, or he was crazy. Hadn't he told Neku to just accept that he was insane? It was easier and it would be better. There wasn't anyone around who could help anymore, right? So, where exactly did that leave him? Well, at the very least, he would check on his friends and cheer them up about anything that happened last week (if they would allow him to). It was sheer luck that Kanji seemed preoccupied and didn't notice what he had done, but he couldn't count that same luck for everyone.
To apologize to everyone, anyone, it seemed like it was such a cheap action. What was there to say anyway? 'Sorry that I was such a sociopathic dick?' It was a start. It was a really good start. But he didn't know if he could do so. Kanda didn't seem like the type of person who would forgive it. His eyebrows knit together as he did not think that this was just 'feeling sorry for himself' (well, not 'just' at least, it certainly was going on), but thinking that perhaps, everything that Komui said had been true. About Madara. About himself. How could he "fix" things like that? His head came to rest down on his knees instead. All they had was time. So he had enough time to change himself into a better person -- in theory.