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Who: Murasaki Takashi, and anyone who shows up to crash the party.
Where: The dorm lobby, lulz.
When: Ambiguous timeline. I'll probably change this later.
Ratings: idk my bff kenji?
Warnings: I'm bound to skip some tags. I'm trying to develop my muse for Taka again, and if I can't think of a response to your character, I won't. Sorry.
Summary: Of birdhouses and self-reflection.
Taka finds himself taking odd jobs now-a-days. Since school's let out and Takeshi's found his own ways to spend time, there hasn't been much for the elder Murasaki to occupy himself with. Only recently, he'd spared a day to jog around the city--yes, the whole city. It sure as hell wasn't easy, but more than worth the effort. That day, he passed the playground he used to carry Takeshi to every Sunday. He passed the one spot in the back alley where he got his collar.
The collar. There's a poignant memory. He was barely twelve--making Takeshi barely old enough to earn the title of 'brat'. The latter had ventured out on his own for some reason--Takeshi never did tell him why. It was the same day the letter from his dad was supposed to arrive. They always read Taka's father's letters together. In all honesty, he felt more than a little ditched.
With eight heavy cries from an aged clock, Taka set out to search for his little brother, as per his parents' request. He found him there, in that spot in the back alley, surrounded by high-school kids. He had a black eye. Furious, Taka attempted to stand up for his brother, promptly got his ass handed to him, and made an agreement he'd rather not reflect on. When all was said and done, a younger Murasaki Takashi was effectively the 'dog' of the Iwatodai Boys' Club--don't look into it. Just don't.
A dog's got to have a collar, right?
Well past that back alley was a tiny bookstore. With it being a long while since he'd stopped to catch his breath, Taka ducked inside to meet an elderly couple. He couldn't quite remember their names, even now, having referred to them exclusively as 'gramps' and 'gramms'. They sat him down and went on and on about their son, about his resemblance to him. Every once in a while, they'd stop and share a sad smile. He didn't ask. They were good people. Happy people.
At length, before departing, he offered a hand in whatever the couple'd need help with. They made a simple request. A birdhouse. "You're a strong boy, aren't you? You'll help us out," Gramps told him.
So, after spending the rest of his day finishing his overdue tour of the city, Taka rested up. Today? He's building a birdhouse.
From however far away, the sound of hammer meeting nail and nail meeting wood is nearly too much to ignore. He's claimed himself a corner of the couch in the dorm lobby, working away at an unfinished birdhouse. He looks pretty proud of it.
Where: The dorm lobby, lulz.
When: Ambiguous timeline. I'll probably change this later.
Ratings: idk my bff kenji?
Warnings: I'm bound to skip some tags. I'm trying to develop my muse for Taka again, and if I can't think of a response to your character, I won't. Sorry.
Summary: Of birdhouses and self-reflection.
Taka finds himself taking odd jobs now-a-days. Since school's let out and Takeshi's found his own ways to spend time, there hasn't been much for the elder Murasaki to occupy himself with. Only recently, he'd spared a day to jog around the city--yes, the whole city. It sure as hell wasn't easy, but more than worth the effort. That day, he passed the playground he used to carry Takeshi to every Sunday. He passed the one spot in the back alley where he got his collar.
The collar. There's a poignant memory. He was barely twelve--making Takeshi barely old enough to earn the title of 'brat'. The latter had ventured out on his own for some reason--Takeshi never did tell him why. It was the same day the letter from his dad was supposed to arrive. They always read Taka's father's letters together. In all honesty, he felt more than a little ditched.
With eight heavy cries from an aged clock, Taka set out to search for his little brother, as per his parents' request. He found him there, in that spot in the back alley, surrounded by high-school kids. He had a black eye. Furious, Taka attempted to stand up for his brother, promptly got his ass handed to him, and made an agreement he'd rather not reflect on. When all was said and done, a younger Murasaki Takashi was effectively the 'dog' of the Iwatodai Boys' Club--don't look into it. Just don't.
A dog's got to have a collar, right?
Well past that back alley was a tiny bookstore. With it being a long while since he'd stopped to catch his breath, Taka ducked inside to meet an elderly couple. He couldn't quite remember their names, even now, having referred to them exclusively as 'gramps' and 'gramms'. They sat him down and went on and on about their son, about his resemblance to him. Every once in a while, they'd stop and share a sad smile. He didn't ask. They were good people. Happy people.
At length, before departing, he offered a hand in whatever the couple'd need help with. They made a simple request. A birdhouse. "You're a strong boy, aren't you? You'll help us out," Gramps told him.
So, after spending the rest of his day finishing his overdue tour of the city, Taka rested up. Today? He's building a birdhouse.
From however far away, the sound of hammer meeting nail and nail meeting wood is nearly too much to ignore. He's claimed himself a corner of the couch in the dorm lobby, working away at an unfinished birdhouse. He looks pretty proud of it.
