“The handing over.”
Something was not right in the world.
For granitemouth.
Inspiration from here.
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Everybody in the room pretty much took on the persona of drunk businessmen a la Gigaflare sans the neck tie on the head and the fact that none of them really were office workers or businessmen. Ruka wondered which the better choice was: flee before anybody notices him gone, or stay for a few minutes and hope for the best that these people would magically sober up even just a bit enough so that they’d be able to help themselves out the bistro.
Unfortunately he made the very fatal mistake of doing the latter, which he deeply regretted even though he contemplated on the situation for no more than three minutes, because suddenly, there was a drunken Yomi splayed all over his back, reeking of sake and kimchi. He frowned a bit and hoped that Yomi would get off his back after a short while, but after a downing a bottle of beer and a half, the vocalist still stuck onto him like a leech. Again the mistake of hoping.
The gathering didn’t bore him as much as he thought it would, but as always he did keep his attitude of keeping himself at bay, finding it better to watch the events unfold rather than join in them. People have managed to work with him acting like that anyway and probably dismissed that he was just being another grumpy old man, and that was fine. What was not fine was the fact that the lively atmosphere was already dying down and he could feel one of the staff declaring their need to go home. His face paled at the thought because Yomi was still comfortably latched on his back.
Somebody was ought to take care of Yomi, of course. Not that Ruka was the closest to him or that nobody cared enough to tend to Yomi, just that the drummer was the most convenient choice and nobody can be assed enough to bring the vocalist home, especially with their alcohol-addled brains.
Ruka believes that all things happen for a reason, but the universe gives him ample enough time for a build-up. This wouldn’t be the first time.
Then again, he might just be a little bit too paranoid.
With a sigh, he heaved Yomi onto his shoulder and stood up from his seat, grimacing a bit and waving to the air. “Alright already, I’m taking this guy home.”
People waved back at him and was wished a safe trip, before some of them shrugged and went on to their merry drinking. Really, he could’ve left Yomi on the floor, for all they cared.
• • •
It had only been days since that Samaritan deed but Ruka was by no means acting like a good Samaritan towards Yomi anymore, not with all the blatant avoiding Ruka does to him. Sure the drummer can sometimes be a reclusive character but blatant avoidance simply wasn’t the way to go. Yomi wasn’t one to be easily affected by these things and it wasn’t as if their working relations were jarred or anything, but the situation screamed weird to him. He decided that the drummer was just being moody and shrugged at the thought. It just struck him odd that Ruka was only being moody towards him and not to anybody else.
What’s bad is that it seems as if he was the only one feeling that way. Sakito and the others didn’t think that Ruka was avoiding him for any particular reason and there simply was no business-related interaction needed between the two of them. Their relationship as friends was fine as far as three other was concerned, anyway Ruka asked Yomi about how he was doing earlier today, even if the question was directed to everyone in the room at that time.
For the following days Yomi tried catching the drummer’s attention in so many ways such as asking him about certain things, offering him some drinks, and striking conversations at random times. None of those tactics worked and he could still feel that imaginary distance between the two of them, though come to think of it, nothing really seemed off aside from paranoia that gnawed at his brain. And paranoia never really gnawed at his brain before. He felt the need to piss from all the thinking.
As he reached the bathroom there already was a person occupying the farthest urinal and the Urinal Law states that one must not use a urinal if it’s next to one that’s already being used. Yomi pulled his fly down pulled his underwear down, ready to empty his bladder. And then he realized it was Ruka.
If the brilliant tactic his brain conjured seconds after realizing it was indeed Ruka wouldn’t work, nothing probably will. Like the creep that he was, he scuttled sideways towards Ruka, while the drummer pissed in silence.
Yomi pulled out his prick nonchalantly and started to piss as well. “I noticed you’ve grown these past few days, have you grown down there too?”
Ruka only shot him a glance before staring back ahead, coughing out a small laugh. “What the hell is that question.”
“C’mon, let me measure your dick.”
Noticing it was a tactic to get him to talk or something, Ruka barked out a laugh and figured he needed something to get Yomi off his back. He thought for a minute.
“Before you get to my love stick you have to get to my heart first,” he blurted, mostly out of surprise, immediately furrowing his brows upon realizing yet another horrible, horrible decision that he’s made. He hoped it was disgusting enough to make Yomi stay back or shut up, but instead he found himself being groped in the chest with a hand that was seconds ago holding...
“Got your heart. Now move your hand so I can see.”
“Fucking disgusting, get your paws off me.”
The bathroom echoed with a faint laughter as Yomi’s hand was slapped away, while Ruka’s face contorted into a half-grimace and a half-smile.
For granitemouth.
Inspiration from here.
✖
Everybody in the room pretty much took on the persona of drunk businessmen a la Gigaflare sans the neck tie on the head and the fact that none of them really were office workers or businessmen. Ruka wondered which the better choice was: flee before anybody notices him gone, or stay for a few minutes and hope for the best that these people would magically sober up even just a bit enough so that they’d be able to help themselves out the bistro.
Unfortunately he made the very fatal mistake of doing the latter, which he deeply regretted even though he contemplated on the situation for no more than three minutes, because suddenly, there was a drunken Yomi splayed all over his back, reeking of sake and kimchi. He frowned a bit and hoped that Yomi would get off his back after a short while, but after a downing a bottle of beer and a half, the vocalist still stuck onto him like a leech. Again the mistake of hoping.
The gathering didn’t bore him as much as he thought it would, but as always he did keep his attitude of keeping himself at bay, finding it better to watch the events unfold rather than join in them. People have managed to work with him acting like that anyway and probably dismissed that he was just being another grumpy old man, and that was fine. What was not fine was the fact that the lively atmosphere was already dying down and he could feel one of the staff declaring their need to go home. His face paled at the thought because Yomi was still comfortably latched on his back.
Somebody was ought to take care of Yomi, of course. Not that Ruka was the closest to him or that nobody cared enough to tend to Yomi, just that the drummer was the most convenient choice and nobody can be assed enough to bring the vocalist home, especially with their alcohol-addled brains.
Ruka believes that all things happen for a reason, but the universe gives him ample enough time for a build-up. This wouldn’t be the first time.
Then again, he might just be a little bit too paranoid.
With a sigh, he heaved Yomi onto his shoulder and stood up from his seat, grimacing a bit and waving to the air. “Alright already, I’m taking this guy home.”
People waved back at him and was wished a safe trip, before some of them shrugged and went on to their merry drinking. Really, he could’ve left Yomi on the floor, for all they cared.
• • •
It had only been days since that Samaritan deed but Ruka was by no means acting like a good Samaritan towards Yomi anymore, not with all the blatant avoiding Ruka does to him. Sure the drummer can sometimes be a reclusive character but blatant avoidance simply wasn’t the way to go. Yomi wasn’t one to be easily affected by these things and it wasn’t as if their working relations were jarred or anything, but the situation screamed weird to him. He decided that the drummer was just being moody and shrugged at the thought. It just struck him odd that Ruka was only being moody towards him and not to anybody else.
What’s bad is that it seems as if he was the only one feeling that way. Sakito and the others didn’t think that Ruka was avoiding him for any particular reason and there simply was no business-related interaction needed between the two of them. Their relationship as friends was fine as far as three other was concerned, anyway Ruka asked Yomi about how he was doing earlier today, even if the question was directed to everyone in the room at that time.
For the following days Yomi tried catching the drummer’s attention in so many ways such as asking him about certain things, offering him some drinks, and striking conversations at random times. None of those tactics worked and he could still feel that imaginary distance between the two of them, though come to think of it, nothing really seemed off aside from paranoia that gnawed at his brain. And paranoia never really gnawed at his brain before. He felt the need to piss from all the thinking.
As he reached the bathroom there already was a person occupying the farthest urinal and the Urinal Law states that one must not use a urinal if it’s next to one that’s already being used. Yomi pulled his fly down pulled his underwear down, ready to empty his bladder. And then he realized it was Ruka.
If the brilliant tactic his brain conjured seconds after realizing it was indeed Ruka wouldn’t work, nothing probably will. Like the creep that he was, he scuttled sideways towards Ruka, while the drummer pissed in silence.
Yomi pulled out his prick nonchalantly and started to piss as well. “I noticed you’ve grown these past few days, have you grown down there too?”
Ruka only shot him a glance before staring back ahead, coughing out a small laugh. “What the hell is that question.”
“C’mon, let me measure your dick.”
Noticing it was a tactic to get him to talk or something, Ruka barked out a laugh and figured he needed something to get Yomi off his back. He thought for a minute.
“Before you get to my love stick you have to get to my heart first,” he blurted, mostly out of surprise, immediately furrowing his brows upon realizing yet another horrible, horrible decision that he’s made. He hoped it was disgusting enough to make Yomi stay back or shut up, but instead he found himself being groped in the chest with a hand that was seconds ago holding...
“Got your heart. Now move your hand so I can see.”
“Fucking disgusting, get your paws off me.”
The bathroom echoed with a faint laughter as Yomi’s hand was slapped away, while Ruka’s face contorted into a half-grimace and a half-smile.