[Thread, Closed] And would I have stayed up with you all night
Who: Kirin [picklesplz ] & Nataku [soulparadox ], later Maya [atrueevening]
Where: Kirin's apartment, Terra's streets, Maya's home.
When: Shortly after Kirin posted this entry.
Summary: Kirin's freaking out rather badly after watching some "entertaining" television; Nataku drops by. Later, the un-dynamic duo goes off to fetch food and drop in at Maya's
Rating: PG-13?
Other: BFF, baby.
It was a very funny thing, that feeling, between having his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and his stomach churning violently. His scar ached, almost as if it were bleeding again, and Kirin wouldn't have been entirely surprised if he found it was. It wasn't. The ache spread through his cheek and into his skull, making his temples throb as he tried to decide if he was furious or heartbroken.
What he'd watched - because he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, for that whole minute, neither of them - that had been fake. Had to be fake. Somehow. He didn't understand it, he couldn't really even imagine how, but he knew it was. Things hadn't happened that way. And yet...
And yet it rattled him, completely shattering the usual nonchalance that wrapped around him like a second skin.
Lying on his futon, Kirin stared at the ceiling and waited for Nataku to arrive, trying in vain to gather his wits. At least, he figured, having company would help. Maybe. Maybe having Nataku around would keep him from doing something stupid.
Where: Kirin's apartment, Terra's streets, Maya's home.
When: Shortly after Kirin posted this entry.
Summary: Kirin's freaking out rather badly after watching some "entertaining" television; Nataku drops by. Later, the un-dynamic duo goes off to fetch food and drop in at Maya's
Rating: PG-13?
Other: BFF, baby.
It was a very funny thing, that feeling, between having his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and his stomach churning violently. His scar ached, almost as if it were bleeding again, and Kirin wouldn't have been entirely surprised if he found it was. It wasn't. The ache spread through his cheek and into his skull, making his temples throb as he tried to decide if he was furious or heartbroken.
What he'd watched - because he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, for that whole minute, neither of them - that had been fake. Had to be fake. Somehow. He didn't understand it, he couldn't really even imagine how, but he knew it was. Things hadn't happened that way. And yet...
And yet it rattled him, completely shattering the usual nonchalance that wrapped around him like a second skin.
Lying on his futon, Kirin stared at the ceiling and waited for Nataku to arrive, trying in vain to gather his wits. At least, he figured, having company would help. Maybe. Maybe having Nataku around would keep him from doing something stupid.