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Who: Shimizu Raikou (pinktintedgamon ), Umino Iruka (smiling_umino )
When: Week 18, Day 6 - Evening
Where: Mizusato - Bar
What: After Kannagara has gone quiet, Iruka thinks maybe after all that disaster, quiet can use some company. So, they drink. And talk.
Style: Action
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, probably some adult references.
[In one quiet corner of a town surrounded by water, the pasty wooden reflects the Northern Skies. incandescent flows, like lazy glowing bottoms of a firefly slinking against the cool and moist air, amidst the sharp tang of iron and scales, of weeds and wet rocks, algae and balls of green moss. Sapphire and emeralds nests amongst rusty ember of the burning lanterns that hangs above low wooden ceilings, between open shutters that has hardened with time, grains filling between the lines. It's easy to see the view of the sea outside the window, where the bar man dressed in a yukata with sleeves rolled up and tucked under his armpits pours drinks, toes crates under the rough counters of the bar top, movements whispering like the hush of the sea outside.
Iruka's eyes are on the sea, just beyond the shelf outside the large head of the barman, past the rows of neatly stacked white porcelain cups and rows of rough cut shot glasses, past the glow of the lantern that sways against the sea breeze and at the sky looks like it's kissing the surface of the quiet waters. Here, the skies are low, clearer, specs of white looking like coils of snakes on inky black, quiet slithers that climb up the walls of the bar house that is lacking patrons this evening.
Quiet bar.
Quiet like Kannagara has been for several hours now.
It's blessed, the quiet, lack of confusion pouring through the Hitomi, lack of doubles appearing and troublesome things that leads to more troublesome things. Just thinking about it is enough for Iruka to ice up the full cup of chilled sake and toss it back in one gull.
Silence wants no misery, but company would be appreciated. Company that Iruka is waiting for. Simply because…
Because.
Misery and silence goes hand in hand together.
And Iruka has been very silent the past several days. Since he arrived even.
Company is good. Company is very good, Iruka thinks. Company with knowledge is even better. Better than that is company with experience. Iruka had full intention of calling Raikou - probably the only person he feels he can be comfortable with - for a simple drink, for company, just a nice one on one thing. Nothing more.
Except Iruka knows that it's not just. Iruka has questions and while he thinks it's better to just let it be, the fact that the reason behind the invitation, the will behind it isn't exactly pure and out of the goodness of his heart --
Well.
Iruka pours himself another cup, swallows the icy cold of it and drowns that thought with it.
Besides, Raikou had looked like he needed a drink.
That is enough reason.]
When: Week 18, Day 6 - Evening
Where: Mizusato - Bar
What: After Kannagara has gone quiet, Iruka thinks maybe after all that disaster, quiet can use some company. So, they drink. And talk.
Style: Action
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, probably some adult references.
[In one quiet corner of a town surrounded by water, the pasty wooden reflects the Northern Skies. incandescent flows, like lazy glowing bottoms of a firefly slinking against the cool and moist air, amidst the sharp tang of iron and scales, of weeds and wet rocks, algae and balls of green moss. Sapphire and emeralds nests amongst rusty ember of the burning lanterns that hangs above low wooden ceilings, between open shutters that has hardened with time, grains filling between the lines. It's easy to see the view of the sea outside the window, where the bar man dressed in a yukata with sleeves rolled up and tucked under his armpits pours drinks, toes crates under the rough counters of the bar top, movements whispering like the hush of the sea outside.
Iruka's eyes are on the sea, just beyond the shelf outside the large head of the barman, past the rows of neatly stacked white porcelain cups and rows of rough cut shot glasses, past the glow of the lantern that sways against the sea breeze and at the sky looks like it's kissing the surface of the quiet waters. Here, the skies are low, clearer, specs of white looking like coils of snakes on inky black, quiet slithers that climb up the walls of the bar house that is lacking patrons this evening.
Quiet bar.
Quiet like Kannagara has been for several hours now.
It's blessed, the quiet, lack of confusion pouring through the Hitomi, lack of doubles appearing and troublesome things that leads to more troublesome things. Just thinking about it is enough for Iruka to ice up the full cup of chilled sake and toss it back in one gull.
Silence wants no misery, but company would be appreciated. Company that Iruka is waiting for. Simply because…
Because.
Misery and silence goes hand in hand together.
And Iruka has been very silent the past several days. Since he arrived even.
Company is good. Company is very good, Iruka thinks. Company with knowledge is even better. Better than that is company with experience. Iruka had full intention of calling Raikou - probably the only person he feels he can be comfortable with - for a simple drink, for company, just a nice one on one thing. Nothing more.
Except Iruka knows that it's not just. Iruka has questions and while he thinks it's better to just let it be, the fact that the reason behind the invitation, the will behind it isn't exactly pure and out of the goodness of his heart --
Well.
Iruka pours himself another cup, swallows the icy cold of it and drowns that thought with it.
Besides, Raikou had looked like he needed a drink.
That is enough reason.]