[Log | week 15 Day 7] reunions

[fedele_tempesta]

Who: Gokudera Hayato, Sawada Tsunayoshi & Yamamoto Takeshi (Feel free to join in Reborn!)
Status: Closed, open for Reborn
Style: Third person
Where: Yomisato, a certain unnamed bar
When: Early-ish morning, Week 15, Day 7
Rating: Uh... PG for Gokudera's potty mouth, I suppose.
Warnings: At least language, I assume.
Summary: Just a meeting. This is

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[rainandsushi]

But that's the thing with both Yamamoto and Gokudera. There is almost never the need for words, not the kind people expect to hear at least. Instead, Yamamoto's question and solution to the weight that had settled between Gokudera's brows and had pulled the chords on his back is another drink being poured in to his cup. Movements measured, precise, nonchalance in the the bend of the wrist and the slouch of his shoulder against the wooden framework of his chair.

It's fine.

Yamamoto raises his glass to his lips, eyelids lowered and gaze kept on the scratch marks on the table. The most innocent of acts, the pair of them just sitting there and drinking.

And the most dangerous.

This is how they work.

This is who they are.

Everything will fall in to place.

A clink of porcelain and Yamamoto pours another drink, doesn't stop pouring until the jar is finished and another one is placed on their table. Doesn't speak because there's no need to when everything Yamamoto knows, he's already mentioned to Gokudera during their walk. Like Gokudera, he's in the dark as well; a lot of things can transpire in a month. It's how it is for people like them. Within his month of departing from these divine planes, Yamamoto can only assume and predict things. Kyoko and Hibari had been here according to Chrome. Pieces of the puzzles come gluing themselves together and with what Yamamoto has spent gathering in the past twenty four hours since his arrival, the picture isn't artistry and fine strokes. It's a little morbid.

(None of you know how to lose. None of you know how to handle it after, either; not within yourselves at least.)

So Yamamoto will wait in placid silence for as long as it will take and he'll do it with the vaguest of smiles and a brewing storm whispering under a gaze that eyes the door from the reflection of the glass ornament on their table.