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Who: Sasori (eternalscorpion) and Gojyo (gojyo_saaama)
Status: Closed (unless you really want to crash, then just ask!)
Style: Third person narrative
Where/When: Suna, sunset -- Week 4 Day 1
Warnings: Will be updated as needed
Gojyo strolled into Suna not long after sunset. No matter how long he stayed here, he'd never get used to the way distances bent over on themselves when you had a long way to go. Crossing to the other side of town and crossing to the other side of the country shouldn't take the same amount of time - it was fucking disorienting. A mile with each step, only it wasn't. The distance just... stopped. You got to the place where the road curved south, and instead of the creek, there was a desert. Just like that.
A man could go crazy, wandering around this place.
But it was kinda liberating, too. Every step a mile - fuck, you could walk all the way around the world and still make it home for breakfast, walking that fast!
If you had a home to go to. If there would be someone there to have breakfast waiting.
The sun was dead for the night, the sky turning purple at the edges like a bruise. Seven o'clock, or thereabouts. Dinnertime. Hakkai would be sitting down at the table that Gojyo had been tied to just a few hours ago, plates of hot food between the two place settings, and he'd wait. And he'd wait. How long would he sit there, until he realized that Gojyo wasn't coming back? An hour? Two?
All night?
The Hitomi was in his hand before he knew it, the shiny black surface contrasting nicely with the red-and-purple welt high across his wrist. He should call. He should.
He should.
It made an almost pleasing whistling sound as he flung it hard out into the sands, case flickering as it caught the last of the day's light. The damn thing would be appearing back in his pocket before he knew it, but for the next few minutes, he was free. Untethered. Adrift.
Just like old times.
"Sasori!" he hollered, rounding the first of the outlying buildings, his drawl thick enough to cut with a knife. "You here, asshole? You better fuckin' leave me some smokes, if you are."
Status: Closed (unless you really want to crash, then just ask!)
Style: Third person narrative
Where/When: Suna, sunset -- Week 4 Day 1
Warnings: Will be updated as needed
Gojyo strolled into Suna not long after sunset. No matter how long he stayed here, he'd never get used to the way distances bent over on themselves when you had a long way to go. Crossing to the other side of town and crossing to the other side of the country shouldn't take the same amount of time - it was fucking disorienting. A mile with each step, only it wasn't. The distance just... stopped. You got to the place where the road curved south, and instead of the creek, there was a desert. Just like that.
A man could go crazy, wandering around this place.
But it was kinda liberating, too. Every step a mile - fuck, you could walk all the way around the world and still make it home for breakfast, walking that fast!
If you had a home to go to. If there would be someone there to have breakfast waiting.
The sun was dead for the night, the sky turning purple at the edges like a bruise. Seven o'clock, or thereabouts. Dinnertime. Hakkai would be sitting down at the table that Gojyo had been tied to just a few hours ago, plates of hot food between the two place settings, and he'd wait. And he'd wait. How long would he sit there, until he realized that Gojyo wasn't coming back? An hour? Two?
All night?
The Hitomi was in his hand before he knew it, the shiny black surface contrasting nicely with the red-and-purple welt high across his wrist. He should call. He should.
He should.
It made an almost pleasing whistling sound as he flung it hard out into the sands, case flickering as it caught the last of the day's light. The damn thing would be appearing back in his pocket before he knew it, but for the next few minutes, he was free. Untethered. Adrift.
Just like old times.
"Sasori!" he hollered, rounding the first of the outlying buildings, his drawl thick enough to cut with a knife. "You here, asshole? You better fuckin' leave me some smokes, if you are."