[ action thread ]
Narrative: Kind-of open, Action [In progress]
Characters: Itachi, Shisui, anyone else who decides to interupt the teaparty-to-be?
General Setting: Dorm rooms.
Summary: Shisui decides to invite Itachi over for tea.
Warnings: Not much. Anything at all can happen, darlings♥.
Itachi-kun is only just across the hall. So why does Shisui hesitate? Stand there with his hand hovering over the wood of the door, the number 103 in block numbers painted with false gold above his knuckles that stand there immobile, unmoving, why? There is nothing to fear, the one who his cousin rooms with is probably out, why does he hesitate? No reason. Unsmiling to himself he finally raps on the door, dismissing the fear of interrupting or bothering the other with the prospect of tea to be offered.
Speaking to no one, the hallway is empty. “Itachi-kun?” Polite, always polite, perhaps to the cousin inside but more to himself, he’s dressed not in uniform (there is no class for a while yet) but in pants perhaps a little too big for his slim frame and a shirt that is the same. Loose, the pants are held up by a belt and the shirt hides this, both black and if there was an animal in his dorm there would be hairs stuck to his pants, but Shisui is not a lover of animals; indifferently he views them, more partial to cats than dogs. Besides there is a ban on pets and while he thinks someone younger than him might have a dog he’s not about to complain about it.
Hair has been brushed and made to shine with a comb only minutes ago, the long hair slinking to his waist shining like damp ink and his eyes like the night sky, they’re unusual with their blue color to the family but not many care to notice. (Not many look there, are they intimidated? His gaze can be probing but he tries not to be, but sliding on ice he comes back to old habits. ‘What are you worth?’) It’s not tied back, his hair, and the weight seems somehow less when it’s let loose.
Hands fall back to his sides before coming to fold somehow mildly in front of him, somehow politely. Clasping his own hands together he waits for Itachi to come to the door.
Characters: Itachi, Shisui, anyone else who decides to interupt the teaparty-to-be?
General Setting: Dorm rooms.
Summary: Shisui decides to invite Itachi over for tea.
Warnings: Not much. Anything at all can happen, darlings♥.
Itachi-kun is only just across the hall. So why does Shisui hesitate? Stand there with his hand hovering over the wood of the door, the number 103 in block numbers painted with false gold above his knuckles that stand there immobile, unmoving, why? There is nothing to fear, the one who his cousin rooms with is probably out, why does he hesitate? No reason. Unsmiling to himself he finally raps on the door, dismissing the fear of interrupting or bothering the other with the prospect of tea to be offered.
Speaking to no one, the hallway is empty. “Itachi-kun?” Polite, always polite, perhaps to the cousin inside but more to himself, he’s dressed not in uniform (there is no class for a while yet) but in pants perhaps a little too big for his slim frame and a shirt that is the same. Loose, the pants are held up by a belt and the shirt hides this, both black and if there was an animal in his dorm there would be hairs stuck to his pants, but Shisui is not a lover of animals; indifferently he views them, more partial to cats than dogs. Besides there is a ban on pets and while he thinks someone younger than him might have a dog he’s not about to complain about it.
Hair has been brushed and made to shine with a comb only minutes ago, the long hair slinking to his waist shining like damp ink and his eyes like the night sky, they’re unusual with their blue color to the family but not many care to notice. (Not many look there, are they intimidated? His gaze can be probing but he tries not to be, but sliding on ice he comes back to old habits. ‘What are you worth?’) It’s not tied back, his hair, and the weight seems somehow less when it’s let loose.
Hands fall back to his sides before coming to fold somehow mildly in front of him, somehow politely. Clasping his own hands together he waits for Itachi to come to the door.