Give Me Some Way To Cope[closed - Complete]
Who: Katou Yue and Kobayakawa Sena
What: Katou is being the salesman he is and Sena's just being his clueless, sheltered self. In other words? Katou is selling Sena drugs and Sena has no idea what he's taking because he's stupid like that
When: After Sena's latest Journal entry. Day...106? 107? Evening?
Where: Saitani-ya spices
He wasn't really sure how much longer he could truly cope with this place- learning of Tsuna-kun and Gokudera-kun's deaths, Riku becoming more ill than he was, having to balance three part time jobs, learning that there was a big chance that he was going to go weredog, having someone tell him he was a manga character in the shounen jump- it was all a bit too much. Especially for someone like him, who had been sheltered far too long from the real world. Not to mention the lack of friends and football team mates- sure, he was close with Mamori-neechan and Riku, but...he couldn't exactly tell them anything or everything.
Their constant babying of him was somewhat nice and flattering, but it also meant that Sena couldn't grow up- he couldn't show them the Sena that the Riku and Mamori-neechan of his time knew and that was...it was hard. It would've been easier had Monta or Suzuna been with him- they were his best friends and he always felt that he could talk to them about anything. But they weren't. And Sena's habbit of hiding everything from his two pseudo older siblings grew.
So, with that, it wasn't all that surprising that Sena had immediately jumped at the chance to just...let go of his troubles(as selfish and childish as they were, Sena knew) and relax. To just not stress out completely anymore. He made his way through the market place, to Saitani's Spices where Katou had said he would be. At his measley height of 155 cm, it was no wonder he looked twelve instead of fifteen.
He entered the shop, looking rather hesitant as he looked around. Maybe he should pick up some spices for Mamori-neechan too- they were out of cinnamon and rosemary, weren't they?
"Hello?" He called out.
What: Katou is being the salesman he is and Sena's just being his clueless, sheltered self. In other words? Katou is selling Sena drugs and Sena has no idea what he's taking because he's stupid like that
When: After Sena's latest Journal entry. Day...106? 107? Evening?
Where: Saitani-ya spices
He wasn't really sure how much longer he could truly cope with this place- learning of Tsuna-kun and Gokudera-kun's deaths, Riku becoming more ill than he was, having to balance three part time jobs, learning that there was a big chance that he was going to go weredog, having someone tell him he was a manga character in the shounen jump- it was all a bit too much. Especially for someone like him, who had been sheltered far too long from the real world. Not to mention the lack of friends and football team mates- sure, he was close with Mamori-neechan and Riku, but...he couldn't exactly tell them anything or everything.
Their constant babying of him was somewhat nice and flattering, but it also meant that Sena couldn't grow up- he couldn't show them the Sena that the Riku and Mamori-neechan of his time knew and that was...it was hard. It would've been easier had Monta or Suzuna been with him- they were his best friends and he always felt that he could talk to them about anything. But they weren't. And Sena's habbit of hiding everything from his two pseudo older siblings grew.
So, with that, it wasn't all that surprising that Sena had immediately jumped at the chance to just...let go of his troubles(as selfish and childish as they were, Sena knew) and relax. To just not stress out completely anymore. He made his way through the market place, to Saitani's Spices where Katou had said he would be. At his measley height of 155 cm, it was no wonder he looked twelve instead of fifteen.
He entered the shop, looking rather hesitant as he looked around. Maybe he should pick up some spices for Mamori-neechan too- they were out of cinnamon and rosemary, weren't they?
"Hello?" He called out.