[INCOMPLETE, OPEN] Hikaru + Kaoru
Who: Little!Hikaru + Little!Kaoru, OPEN
When: Saturday morning
Where: Lower Level streets
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Hikaru and Kaoru, still both affected as children, decide to wander the streets crying, in hope of finding:
A.) A person with food
B.) A stupid person
C.) A stupid person with food
Tiny Twins seek entertainment.
They held hands.
Two small children, cut from the same cookie cutters, within the same batch: Hitachiin Hikaru and Hitachiin Kaoru, in chronological order.
Walking down the gloomy streets, they had no idea they were just the toys of some gods, of course; that would be ridiculous. They had no idea they were going to be seventeen years old by midnight the same day.
They did have the idea that they might be in Germany, but that was a different matter entirely. (On that note, neither had come across any retired concentration camps, to their disappointment.)
Their eyes were wet and morose; yes, the both of them.
Two identical little boys, hand-in-hand, in matching green coats, dragged their feet along the dirty pavements. Their cheeks were wet, and their eyes were glitsening--- from tears or the overwhelming purpose of mischeif was debatable.
In pursuit of a ball,
in pursuit of a meal,
in pursuit of a complete moron,
in pursuit of a means to be entertained by any or all of those options,
Hikaru and Kaoru, aged eight years old, side by side and hand in hand, walked down the street slowly, crying their eyes out, bawling a sad song for all of Purgatorium to hear.
Together, the twins sobbed.
When: Saturday morning
Where: Lower Level streets
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Hikaru and Kaoru, still both affected as children, decide to wander the streets crying, in hope of finding:
A.) A person with food
B.) A stupid person
C.) A stupid person with food
Tiny Twins seek entertainment.
They held hands.
Two small children, cut from the same cookie cutters, within the same batch: Hitachiin Hikaru and Hitachiin Kaoru, in chronological order.
Walking down the gloomy streets, they had no idea they were just the toys of some gods, of course; that would be ridiculous. They had no idea they were going to be seventeen years old by midnight the same day.
They did have the idea that they might be in Germany, but that was a different matter entirely. (On that note, neither had come across any retired concentration camps, to their disappointment.)
Their eyes were wet and morose; yes, the both of them.
Two identical little boys, hand-in-hand, in matching green coats, dragged their feet along the dirty pavements. Their cheeks were wet, and their eyes were glitsening--- from tears or the overwhelming purpose of mischeif was debatable.
In pursuit of a ball,
in pursuit of a meal,
in pursuit of a complete moron,
in pursuit of a means to be entertained by any or all of those options,
Hikaru and Kaoru, aged eight years old, side by side and hand in hand, walked down the street slowly, crying their eyes out, bawling a sad song for all of Purgatorium to hear.
Together, the twins sobbed.