[Log]
Who: Hyuuga Neji (
heavenly_earth) and Maito Gai (hotbloodedly)
When: Late Sunday Evening
Where: Hyuuga Household
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, Gai
Summary: The recent happenings take their toll.
On the pretense of finishing up chores and reading, Neji watched as the house’s inhabitants slowly trickled off to sleep. An observant person might have noticed the counter tops and floors were spotless, and that he flipped pages in his book with a sporadic infrequency that hinted at a severe lack of focus. His book marker didn’t move, and he sat at the kitchen’s long counter, failing to pretend to read until the last person left the common area to go to their individual room.
Once the closing of a door sounded in the long hallway behind him, Neji finally set the book down and pulled out the tie in his hair and removed his headband. Slouching in his seat on the stool and resting his forehead against the cool surface, he closed his eyes and breathed steadying breaths. Neji the Professional was gone, and in his place was a distraught teenager silently mourning the loss of a comrade.
Arms coming up to cushion his head, Neji angled it so that he stared down the counter, past the wall at nothing. His hair fell in a curtained disarray around him, and the dim lights flickered around the room. Silence weighed heavily in the household, and a sigh left him as he allowed himself to think over the events of the past few days; closing his eyes and finally understanding the use and benefit of alcohol.
heavenly_earth) and Maito Gai (hotbloodedly)
When: Late Sunday Evening
Where: Hyuuga Household
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, Gai
Summary: The recent happenings take their toll.
On the pretense of finishing up chores and reading, Neji watched as the house’s inhabitants slowly trickled off to sleep. An observant person might have noticed the counter tops and floors were spotless, and that he flipped pages in his book with a sporadic infrequency that hinted at a severe lack of focus. His book marker didn’t move, and he sat at the kitchen’s long counter, failing to pretend to read until the last person left the common area to go to their individual room.
Once the closing of a door sounded in the long hallway behind him, Neji finally set the book down and pulled out the tie in his hair and removed his headband. Slouching in his seat on the stool and resting his forehead against the cool surface, he closed his eyes and breathed steadying breaths. Neji the Professional was gone, and in his place was a distraught teenager silently mourning the loss of a comrade.
Arms coming up to cushion his head, Neji angled it so that he stared down the counter, past the wall at nothing. His hair fell in a curtained disarray around him, and the dim lights flickered around the room. Silence weighed heavily in the household, and a sigh left him as he allowed himself to think over the events of the past few days; closing his eyes and finally understanding the use and benefit of alcohol.