Log | Week 11 Day 3 | This has got to be a fuckin joke.
Who: Heine Rammsteiner stray_dog0303 and Fuyumine Naoto queentuya
Status: Closed
Style: Third Person
Where: Yomisato. The abandoned temple the first rebellion group had claimed as a home.
When: Week 11, Day 3 - Close to Midnight
Warnings: NC-17 at most. No sex here. He's going to be too freaked out to do anything like that just yet.
This is punishment from those bastards up above isn't it. Nice he just might die this time. AND YOU! SHUT UP KERBEROS!
Heine is already bracing himself for the hell that was to come. Dealing with drunk people is a nightmare. And the aftermath even more so. He enters the courtyard, only the sound of the wind and crickets surrounding him at this time of night. His eyes are locked on the lights lit inside the temple. It wasn't the best home in the world but it could be worse. And he didn't have to pay those fuckers in their high seat, a single dime.
After storming into the room and confiscating Naoto's Hitomi, he had given Cross a piece of his mind before hanging up and shoving the hitomi somewhere near yet out of Naoto's sight.
He doesn't know if the thing has a minimum range for the whole return to your pocket trick but it is the quickest option he could think of.
He turns back to Naoto with a tired frown.
"Where the hell did you find that bottle anyway" A simple question really. Of course he's already removed the empty bottle and now he's thinking how to get the katana away from Naoto before she hurts herself. Or him. bloodstains would be a pain to clean up.
Status: Closed
Style: Third Person
Where: Yomisato. The abandoned temple the first rebellion group had claimed as a home.
When: Week 11, Day 3 - Close to Midnight
Warnings: NC-17 at most. No sex here. He's going to be too freaked out to do anything like that just yet.
This is punishment from those bastards up above isn't it. Nice he just might die this time. AND YOU! SHUT UP KERBEROS!
Heine is already bracing himself for the hell that was to come. Dealing with drunk people is a nightmare. And the aftermath even more so. He enters the courtyard, only the sound of the wind and crickets surrounding him at this time of night. His eyes are locked on the lights lit inside the temple. It wasn't the best home in the world but it could be worse. And he didn't have to pay those fuckers in their high seat, a single dime.
After storming into the room and confiscating Naoto's Hitomi, he had given Cross a piece of his mind before hanging up and shoving the hitomi somewhere near yet out of Naoto's sight.
He doesn't know if the thing has a minimum range for the whole return to your pocket trick but it is the quickest option he could think of.
He turns back to Naoto with a tired frown.
"Where the hell did you find that bottle anyway" A simple question really. Of course he's already removed the empty bottle and now he's thinking how to get the katana away from Naoto before she hurts herself. Or him. bloodstains would be a pain to clean up.