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Who: Kazuma, Watanuki
What: Birthday blues
When: December 19th, evening
Where: Hyperion
Kazuma's amber eyes stared out the living room window at the growing dusk, watching as a gentle breeze blew around what was left of the trees now that all the leaves had fallen and snow was on the ground. A blanket covered his curled up legs, and the room was quiet. He'd been distracted all day, ever since Kazma's arrival the afternoon before.
He still didn't know what to think of it all. Weird enough to happen the day before he turned fourteen, but he was essentially coping with the fact that something he had created, he had been fighting with in a virtual reality world for three years, was suddenly real and standing right in front of him. The following hours after that had been awkward and confusing, to say nothing of the dull ache in his chest that came from thinking just how badly he and that very avatar had lost against the malevolent AI Love Machine.
He certainly wasn't going to turn Kazma away, and he had brought him back to the apartment and managed some very, very odd introductions to everyone else, but the rest of the night just continued to be awkward and strange for him. Kazma didn't talk much, preferring to use his D-Comm's texting feature to communicate, and Kazuma just couldn't come up with a valid explanation about OZ and how it worked, and why, exactly, he was so damn confused about his avatar's existence in their current world.
Why couldn't it have been Natsuki? Or even Master? At least then I wouldn't be so... unsure. About everything. I don't know how to act around him... but I still feel like I should trust him...
He was still puzzling over it all even after Kazma had left to explore with his partner for the day, even after Nadeko had been harassed by that stupid sentient mistletoe that Kazuma kicked out the window, he still found himself distracted, distant, even more quiet than usual. She had gone to the trouble to get him a gift, and right then he was just holding it in his hands, plastic package still on it. She had gone back to rest in their currently shared room, but he hadn't followed despite being tired. Doumeki was currently working his shift in the inn, and Watanuki was, last he saw, still asleep.
Which meant he was just alone with his thoughts. Not a situation he was unfamiliar with, but for once he actually wished there was some way he could force himself to talk about it rather than keeping it all inside.
What: Birthday blues
When: December 19th, evening
Where: Hyperion
Kazuma's amber eyes stared out the living room window at the growing dusk, watching as a gentle breeze blew around what was left of the trees now that all the leaves had fallen and snow was on the ground. A blanket covered his curled up legs, and the room was quiet. He'd been distracted all day, ever since Kazma's arrival the afternoon before.
He still didn't know what to think of it all. Weird enough to happen the day before he turned fourteen, but he was essentially coping with the fact that something he had created, he had been fighting with in a virtual reality world for three years, was suddenly real and standing right in front of him. The following hours after that had been awkward and confusing, to say nothing of the dull ache in his chest that came from thinking just how badly he and that very avatar had lost against the malevolent AI Love Machine.
He certainly wasn't going to turn Kazma away, and he had brought him back to the apartment and managed some very, very odd introductions to everyone else, but the rest of the night just continued to be awkward and strange for him. Kazma didn't talk much, preferring to use his D-Comm's texting feature to communicate, and Kazuma just couldn't come up with a valid explanation about OZ and how it worked, and why, exactly, he was so damn confused about his avatar's existence in their current world.
Why couldn't it have been Natsuki? Or even Master? At least then I wouldn't be so... unsure. About everything. I don't know how to act around him... but I still feel like I should trust him...
He was still puzzling over it all even after Kazma had left to explore with his partner for the day, even after Nadeko had been harassed by that stupid sentient mistletoe that Kazuma kicked out the window, he still found himself distracted, distant, even more quiet than usual. She had gone to the trouble to get him a gift, and right then he was just holding it in his hands, plastic package still on it. She had gone back to rest in their currently shared room, but he hadn't followed despite being tired. Doumeki was currently working his shift in the inn, and Watanuki was, last he saw, still asleep.
Which meant he was just alone with his thoughts. Not a situation he was unfamiliar with, but for once he actually wished there was some way he could force himself to talk about it rather than keeping it all inside.