Re: Redemption, Termination (2.5/?)
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May 22 2012, 03:18:14 UTC
Kanji rubbed his reddened eyes as he lumbered up the stairs. He wasn't gonna cry; men didn't do that, even when their moms were involved. Even if they said such sentimental crap, and...
Pretty much were the best moms in the world that their piece of shit sons didn't deserve.
Kanji let out a deep sigh when he walked into his room, dark-colored, studded paraphernalia that he didn't care about contrasting greatly with pastel-colored, fluffy plush toys that he did. He sat down on his bed, hunching over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Lots of shit had happened in the last few days, and really, the fact that he was handling it at all without....Flipping out, or something, was a miracle to him.
Despite being relatively calm, he picked up one of his pillows, a clean-smelling, cotton-soft, ruffled piece of his own creation that he generally hid under a black silk pillowcase, on the off chance anyone went into his room.
Not that the rest of the fluffy, cute shit wouldn't give you away.
Kanji frowned, tossing the pillow up and down experimentally in his hand. Raised an arm to launch it across the room; then frowned, brought it back, and cocked his head, examining the stitching.
"....One 'a my first creations." he mumbled softly, shaking his head. "...Stitching's kinda crap, all uneven, but I was so damn proud of it back then...'M so much better now." He sighed, laying back on his bed, with closed eyes.
They didn't stay closed long, however, before snapping wide open. He sat up, excitement in his eyes. Before he knew it, he was bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time, so noisily that his mother looked out of the kitchen in alarm from making their dinner.
"Kanji, what in the world is going on?"
"Nothing, Ma, nothing! Uh--Can I--Can I take some fabric and stuff from the store room?"
"Fabric? What f--Oh, my Kanji! You haven't sewn or knitted anything in quite some time! What is the occasion?"
"Ma, there ain't no--"
"Is it for the boy you're looking after in the hospital?"
"....Ma, why's there always gotta be an occas--"
"Ohhh, it is! Kanji, my darling, take as much as you'd like, sweetheart. Whatever you need! Oh, I know how deeply you get into your sewing once you've started, so I'll bring your dinner up to you when it's ready. But! It is a school night--"
"But Ma--!"
"Don't 'but mother' me, you're going, so I expect you to be in bed by eleven at the latest. Have fun, darling, and make your little friend something wonderful!"
Kanji shook his head in exasperation, closing the door to the storeroom behind him as the old light flickered on to illuminate the room. He leaned against the door, rolling his eyes in mock irritation, a smile gracing his features. Mothers.
He pushed himself off the door, and went to dig about through their stock.
Red, and blue, and some tan, a few buttons--Oh, a little gold bias tape never hurt anything, and I'm sure there's some cotton around here somewhere...
Pretty much were the best moms in the world that their piece of shit sons didn't deserve.
Kanji let out a deep sigh when he walked into his room, dark-colored, studded paraphernalia that he didn't care about contrasting greatly with pastel-colored, fluffy plush toys that he did. He sat down on his bed, hunching over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Lots of shit had happened in the last few days, and really, the fact that he was handling it at all without....Flipping out, or something, was a miracle to him.
Despite being relatively calm, he picked up one of his pillows, a clean-smelling, cotton-soft, ruffled piece of his own creation that he generally hid under a black silk pillowcase, on the off chance anyone went into his room.
Not that the rest of the fluffy, cute shit wouldn't give you away.
Kanji frowned, tossing the pillow up and down experimentally in his hand. Raised an arm to launch it across the room; then frowned, brought it back, and cocked his head, examining the stitching.
"....One 'a my first creations." he mumbled softly, shaking his head. "...Stitching's kinda crap, all uneven, but I was so damn proud of it back then...'M so much better now." He sighed, laying back on his bed, with closed eyes.
They didn't stay closed long, however, before snapping wide open. He sat up, excitement in his eyes. Before he knew it, he was bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time, so noisily that his mother looked out of the kitchen in alarm from making their dinner.
"Kanji, what in the world is going on?"
"Nothing, Ma, nothing! Uh--Can I--Can I take some fabric and stuff from the store room?"
"Fabric? What f--Oh, my Kanji! You haven't sewn or knitted anything in quite some time! What is the occasion?"
"Ma, there ain't no--"
"Is it for the boy you're looking after in the hospital?"
"....Ma, why's there always gotta be an occas--"
"Ohhh, it is! Kanji, my darling, take as much as you'd like, sweetheart. Whatever you need! Oh, I know how deeply you get into your sewing once you've started, so I'll bring your dinner up to you when it's ready. But! It is a school night--"
"But Ma--!"
"Don't 'but mother' me, you're going, so I expect you to be in bed by eleven at the latest. Have fun, darling, and make your little friend something wonderful!"
Kanji shook his head in exasperation, closing the door to the storeroom behind him as the old light flickered on to illuminate the room. He leaned against the door, rolling his eyes in mock irritation, a smile gracing his features. Mothers.
He pushed himself off the door, and went to dig about through their stock.
Red, and blue, and some tan, a few buttons--Oh, a little gold bias tape never hurt anything, and I'm sure there's some cotton around here somewhere...
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