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Oh my heavens, over eight thousand five hundred comments in the last post alone. I feel so tardy and yet I briefly felt compelled to wait until we had over nine thousand, hoohoo~! Oh, even the oldest of memes gets a rise out of my... big and manly heart.
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART FOURTo beat the dead horse (or beat off the ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART FOURTo beat the dead horse (or beat off the ( Read more... )
"Nice job, son. Why don't you take a break?"
"I don't need--"
"Go on. You've earned it."
"Thanks, Dad."
He doesn't think it'll ever get old--Dad making him take a break. Dad thinking he's earned one. Dad giving him a gentle push: off you go!
There's a light, buzzy feeling in his head. Kind of euphoric. Kind of disorienting. Reminds him of coming off the carousel, when he was little, weaving and giggling, thisclose to throwing up, and already begging for another ride. He doesn't look up when someone sits down beside him, close enough to rub elbows. He tells Souji "hey." Souji grunts. Souji kicks a stone across the flagstones. Souji informs Yosuke that he's dumb, for sitting outside without his coat. Yosuke leans against him: warm me up, then.
They sit. Souji fishes a rice cake, individually wrapped, out of his pocket, nudges it into Yosuke's hand. Yosuke eats.
"Can I come over, later?"
That's new. Yosuke nearly inhales puffed rice. "To my house?"
"Yeah. Quiet, round mine…."
"I, um…. My dad, I mean--"
"It's okay. Just thought…maybe another time? Or you could--"
"Yeah. Another time. Look, I gotta--" He gestures at the door. He should be getting back, awkwardness aside. He thanks Souji for the rice cake, for the company, tries on a couple of excuses, fails at reading Souji's expression.
Souji trudges off, in the direction of the shopping district. Maybe Kanji'll hang with him. Someone should. That dark, empty house....
Yosuke shivers. The euphoric feeling's gone, leaving him somewhere between tired and jumpy.
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He returns to an empty house. It's kind of a relief, kind of a disappointment. His bike looks silly, under the parking umbrella all by itself. There's nothing in the fridge. Ice cream in the freezer, one lonely pint. It's Ma's, some weird coffee-liqueur-banana-nut flavour. He checks the pantry: glass noodles, flour noodles, half a box of crackers.
He takes the crackers and the ice cream, and retreats to his room. He's not supposed to have food, up there. It leaves crumbs. Attracts bugs. He remembers that summer, with the ants, doesn't he? But it's not summer, now. He's pretty sure he's never seen an ant, after October. But they must go somewhere, in winter. Maybe they hibernate. Or migrate. Or lay their eggs and die, and the new ones aren't born till spring. Or whatever. He mulls over that, and other things, as he shelters under the blankets, spooning up ice cream in the dark. He eats all of it, and all the crackers. It makes him want to hurl.
His phone starts ringing, around eight.
His mouth tastes of curdled milk.
He doesn't answer.
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He wakes up in a panic: he's dozed off on the bench, at work! He's late--he's fucked up, after all. He tried so hard, and Dad was proud of him, and--
"Dad?"
Dad's kneeling on the floor, by the futon. He pulls back the covers, clears away the ice cream tub and the crackerbox: "Don't let your Ma catch you with that."
"Sorry."
Dad asks the same questions Ma did: how's school? Does he want to invite any of his friends over? Did he get a proper dinner? Is there anything on his mind? Dad musses up his hair, and sighs, and tells him, all right, go back to sleep.
Yosuke listens to the flap-pat of carpet slippers, slapping their way down the hall. The slapping turns to shushing, as Dad disappears into his study. There's a door-closing click, and a light-switching-on click, almost too tiny to hear. There's the creak of a leather chair settling, the glug-glug-glug of liquid being poured. Then, music. Yosuke finds something melancholy in the sound of music filtering through doors and walls. Like something nice you can look at all you want, but never have--that's the best he can explain it.
He checks his phone: four missed calls, and a text. All from Ma. The text's predictable: Meeting ran late. Staying in Okina. Money in the jar--order yourself something tasty!
He wonders if Dad's sad or happy to have her out of the house.
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By the way, am not the OP (you asked if I was above), but I'm sure she loves this story too! How could she not. And Souji is STILL AN ASSHOLE, but I'm starting to gleam a little motivation behind his behavior . . . even if that doesn't make it okay.
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I haven't delved into the truly dickbaggish side of Souji much, in my other fills. Still feels a bit weird. But he DOES have options in the game, that imply that he COULD be a major jerk, if he felt so inclined. "Be an ass and leave" comes to mind. But I never picked any of those.
Maybe that's what attracted me to this prompt: the challenge of writing the guy who saved Inaba as a giant goatsebag.
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But oh oh, did I catch that right? That Souji possibly doesn't know its Yosuke's blog? 'Cause I'm totally getting that sense right now which is totally "oh snap!" ...though I could be totally wrong. lol
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And, yep, you did catch that right: Souji hasn't realised it's Yosuke's blog, yet. Which, yeah, still doesn't make it all right.
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opiate of the asses (nobody_nose) wrote,
@ 2011-10-18 05:21:00
Current mood: freaked
Current music: Misora Hibari - Shinobu
felt like ass again, yesterday.
dad was reading the paper when i came downstairs, which was weird…normally, he's gone, by the time i get up. he was yawning a lot. i asked if he wanted soup, but he was all, no, you look pale...we're having fish. made me eat a whole plate. my stomach was like owwwwwwww…not used to eating a lot, in the morning.
guess i looked pretty blah, because he asked if i wanted a ride to school, or if i was staying home. almost said "staying home." then, i remembered about yesterday, how i promised myself i'd try harder. so i was like, don't worry, i'll ride my bike. he snorted at me. i think it was a "yeah, good boy" snort, not a "whatever, jerkass" snort. now i'm a connoisseur of snorts. haha, i had to type "connoisseur" 3 different ways, before the spellcheck signed off on it. lol.
school was lame. my stomach wouldn't stop gurgling, all morning. embarrassing. got my history paper back, from last week. would've got "excellent," if i'd handed it in on time, but late stuff's just pass/fail…you don't get a proper grade. that was depressing. could've showed it to dad.
work was both bad and good. the bad: i got dizzy like aaaaaaauuuugh, for no reason. or maybe because i skipped lunch. wasn't hungry, after all the fish. anyway, i was ringing up some guy's 10,000,000 bags of blueberries…srsly, dude, whyfor the orchard?--when…whoa, bleugh, gotta sit down. scary…. the good: dad was happy with me. gave me some money for no reason, when i was getting ready to leave.
feeling ok, now. except, i woke up too early to do anything, too late to go back to sleep. i was having an awesome dream, too. i was some crazy superhero, with these freaky metallic eyes, that shot ninja blades. and i was like 7 feet tall. then the usa declared war on japan, and i was slicing up all their dudes with my sick eyeblades. they were shooting at me, but my blades knocked their bullets out of the air. oh, yeah, i could see bullets. they were in slow motion, for me, but normal for everyone else. like, my reflexes were just SO developed, stopping a bullet was easy as catching a ball. actually, i pretty much suck at catching balls. but whatever. haha.
anyway…after i beat the americans, i turned around, and it was all bodies, guys crying…crawling through blood…. that part wasn't awesome. i'd rather be a superhero who shot, like, opium pollen, or something. put 'em to sleep on the job. they'd be like yeah, uncle sam, yankee priiiideee…e…uugghh..zzzzzzz…..z.z.z.z.z….
oh, yeah. ma wasn't home last night. had to work late, & missed the last train. i was kind of relieved…which is bad, right? i mean…i don't know. if i wish for one of them not to be home…i mean, i know i can't wish them into splitting up, or anything, but still…. oooh, superstitious.
dad giving me that money…that could be a bad sign, too. i heard parents sometimes give their kids stuff, when they know something awful's about to happen. like, "lol, imma ruin your life, now. have some crap."
i don't think they'd get a divorce, though…dad's from a really traditional family, and i already asked ma if she loves him. she said yes.
still. i don't know.
why don't i feel good? i did everything right today, almost.
ffffff…whatever. probably just tired. that dream had so much action, it was like being awake. lol.
ok, g2g. need a shower, before school.
ps - banned that "horrible" dude. don't like banning people, but sometimes…what can you do, right?
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2011-10-18 06:14 AM (link)
You ban me; I change my IP. Care to try again? I've got IP addresses like you've got excuses.
To paraphrase one of your defensebots (does anyone actually comment on this blog, or do you post under your sockpuppets, so it looks like you have friends?), "I look at this entry, and I see 'me, me, me, me, me, LOOK AT ME; I'M SO FUNNY, me, me, me, me, me.'"
You think your parents fight to ruin YOUR life? Maybe they fight because you're ruining theirs.
Why don't I feeeeeeeeeeeel good?
Oh, yeah--because I just read this nauseating blog.
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nobody_nose
2011-10-18 06:23 AM (link)
*facepalm*
ok…whatever…stay, i guess. for what it's worth, i don't think my parents are trying to ruin my life. that came out wrong.
can i ask why you hate me so much? and why you keep reading, if you find me so nauseating?
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mrnorrible
2011-10-18 06:36 AM (link)
Awwww, it came OUT wrong? That's okay, then! I'm sure when your parents stumble across this, that'll make it SO much less soul-crushing!
I hate you because you're just self-aware enough to realise you're so average it hurts, but not quite smart enough, determined enough, anything enough, to change that. So you get on here and exploit your family's suffering, for attention. I get why you do it, but that doesn't make it any less pathological.
Why do I keep reading? Must be a masochist.
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nobody_nose
2011-10-18 06:39 AM (link)
oh. wow.
um…sorry, i guess. if that's the way you see me…well, there's not much i can say to change your mind…still don't get why you care.
can i ask you 1 more question? does it make any difference that i didn't stay home yesterday, when i wanted to? i was kind of thinking of you, when i did that.
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mrnorrible
2011-10-18 06:42 AM (link)
Anyone can strive to do better, for a day. Talk to me when you've gone to school/work every day for a month, pulled your grades out of the toilet, cooked a fucking meal once in a while: you know, the stuff EVERYONE ELSE does as a matter of course.
I'll be over here, not holding my breath.
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Stuff is really going to go down when they figure out one another's identities, isn't it?
Can't wait for more! Thanks again for the lightning-fast updates.
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And...yeah. Going to be a monumental shock for both of them, when they figure out what's REALLY going on. :-D
Glad you're still enjoying it! :-)
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--and what if he's got nits?
--and what if somebody sees?
But now--
Souji passes the joint back, knuckles bumping Yosuke's. "When'd Teddie move in with the Tatsumis?"
Yosuke shrugs. He kinda, sorta, totally doesn't give a fuck, thank-ya-very-much. He takes a quick, shallow toke, holds it a moment, coughs it out. Closes his eyes, and pictures a great, hippielicious UV poster, scattered with glowing flowers. Giggles.
Souji persists. "I mean…did something…y'know…happen?"
"You sound funny."
"So do you." Souji reclaims the j. Yosuke hears him suck on it: phip-phip-phip; feels his ribcage inflate. Souji holds the smoke a long time, before letting it escape through his teeth. That makes a silly sound, too: hah-whsssssssssh, like one of those doors, with the…with the--the hissy things, to keep them from closing too fast--the….
His train of thought derails.
"Souji?"
"Huh?"
"Where'd you get the…?" He jostles Souji's elbow. Souji surrenders the joint.
"Okina. Some--ha, ha. Some dude…ha…. You're in slow motion."
Yosuke can't think of a single thing to say to that. Hits the j, instead. Giggles again, as the full funninessness of some dude in Okina hits him. Because, seriously, where else would Souji get weed? His uncle? Or maybe he'd grow it, himself--because Souji, you never know; he might--he--
"What if there was, like, E in it, and we…and we, like…totally…hugged, or…y'know?"
Souji laughs so hard he chokes.
The joint burns Yosuke's fingers. Somehow, that's the funniest thing of all.
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Dinner's seriously messed up. Like, way fucked. Like….
Dad's looking at him, chewing and chewing and chewing, and every time he does, his specs do a wobbly, bobbly thing. His bifocals take bites out of his eyes. It's freaky. Nerve-wracking. And he sniffs, and says something smells funny, and blames the yams, and Yosuke snorts. And shrieks a little, at the way his snort feels, in the back of his nose. That would normally get him a sharp look, a spate of questioning, but tonight--
Ma's flipping through a magazine. Yosuke knows she's not reading it, because she turns one page a minute, on the click of the water-clock. Every three pages, she conveys a bite of sushi to her mouth.
Nobody's talking.
Yosuke bites a salmon roll in half, conscious of his father's deepening frown. He chews for a long, long time--two clicks of the clock--and swallows. It sticks, the ricey, fishy mass, just above his collarbone. He swallows again. Again. Again. Gulps water. Makes a sound like a cat with a hairball.
"Yosuke."
"Sorry, Ma."
She never takes her eyes off her magazine. "Maybe you'd better go upstairs."
He goes.
The silence continues, into the night.
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Yosuke sits down, exchanges pleasantries, with his mind a million miles away.
Souji thinks he's done experimenting with drugs. But he's glad it was Yosuke he tried it with.
Yosuke agrees. It was fun, at the time, but now--
Dad knew. Probably Ma, as well. So, why--? Why didn't they yell? Lecture? Dock his allowance? Anything? Why's it so quiet? Shouldn't they be talking about him, at least?--Dad disappointed; Ma upset--and after about an hour, there'd be a knock at the door, and they'd be standing there, united front GO! Them against him. Identical glares. Shouldn't they--
Souji kind of wants to get drunk, some time. You should experience everything once, right? And you never know, do you?--never know, when some time could melt into too late?
Yeah. Yosuke guesses he'd be cool with that. If Souji's inviting him, that is. And, aren't those Ma's footsteps, in the hall? Soft slippers, instead of floppy ones. Maybe it's going to be a really serious talk: oh, Yosuke. You've no idea, the things that can happen to you. Drugs? Really? D'you know the sorts of people, involved with drugs? Know what they--
The footsteps pass, without pause.
The front door opens and closes. Dad's car starts up, crunches down the gravel drive.
Souji's tired. He just stretched, and his back crackled. Can't be a good sign, can it?
No, Souji. No, it can't.
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I'm generally terrible at recognizing styles, but are you the one who wrote Separation (AKA the Yosuke can't sop screaming fill)? I think the surreal style is quite similar. My apologies if you aren't.
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The worst part is...their friendship really IS good, at the moment, apart from the LOL TROLLING. :-(
And, yes, I am the one who wrote "Separation." <3 <3 <3 I also (accidentally) started the whole Yosuke Can't Stop thing, with the sneezing prompt. My moment of meme infamy.
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This is actually really interesting, and Yosuke's writing is hilariously spot-on for epic emo blogging while still being Yosuke enough to get to the reader. |D I can't wait to see them figure out each other's identities either -- and I really like the prose bits, and the way his thoughts tend to flit around in either section; wind element indeed.
*stalks fill forever!*
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captcha: at geekier
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I'm not sure who anyone else commenting is--I rarely am--but one does wonder, doesn't one! ;-)
Oh, yeah, but I AM the Separation anon! <3
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