I Will Save [Complete]
Characters: Naoki Kashima, Tatsuki Arisawa
Content: Naoki remembers and honors his vow to his departed friends.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: Late evening
Warnings: Injuries, some talk about injuries, and a lady with a kinda-short temper and the karate skills to back it up.
Special OOC comment: Text in {curly braces} is in Japanese.
Naoki looked around the lobby as he entered and unzipped his heavy winter coat (he'd definitely have to replace it, considering the sleeves). The place was much the same as it was during his chess match with Lelouch...well, barring the extra dust and debris from survivors of the mess in the subway. His markings glowed their usual turquoise as he entered a dark corner before the hallway leading to Arisawa's room.
He allowed himself a smile. Something of a comfort, being able to talk to someone else fluent in Japanese. He had been getting better at English (the practice definitely helped), but it didn't fit him perfectly yet. Maybe after Daniel-san's lessons.
There it was. Room 129.
The door was open a crack, so he nudged it open. {"Sorry for intruding,"} he softly called, tasting pain in the air. Arisawa wasn't kidding.
Content: Naoki remembers and honors his vow to his departed friends.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: Late evening
Warnings: Injuries, some talk about injuries, and a lady with a kinda-short temper and the karate skills to back it up.
Special OOC comment: Text in {curly braces} is in Japanese.
Naoki looked around the lobby as he entered and unzipped his heavy winter coat (he'd definitely have to replace it, considering the sleeves). The place was much the same as it was during his chess match with Lelouch...well, barring the extra dust and debris from survivors of the mess in the subway. His markings glowed their usual turquoise as he entered a dark corner before the hallway leading to Arisawa's room.
He allowed himself a smile. Something of a comfort, being able to talk to someone else fluent in Japanese. He had been getting better at English (the practice definitely helped), but it didn't fit him perfectly yet. Maybe after Daniel-san's lessons.
There it was. Room 129.
The door was open a crack, so he nudged it open. {"Sorry for intruding,"} he softly called, tasting pain in the air. Arisawa wasn't kidding.