I need a hit, baby, give me it~ ♥ [closed]

[futariniousama]

Who: futariniousama and usedlaserbeam.
Where: Out in the streets of Cherrygrove.
When: Backdated about a week to right after all these shenanigans.
Summary: Stealing some alone time for a real reunion, hopefully.
Rating: PG-13 for Niou's mouth, probably.
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[usedlaserbeam]

[The chaos of the evening had been pleasant in its own way, even for someone like Yagyuu, who vastly prefers to have things quiet and neat and orderly. It was the ruckus that came with too many bodies in too small of a space, of too many excited, chattering teammates all reunited in the same place and elated to be together again. The energy, the enthusiasm, the familiarity--yes, all that had been pleasant, and in his own way, he'd enjoyed it

[futariniousama]

[ Niou lingers in the hallway, several doors down, waiting for Yagyuu to show. They've spent six months apart, and a few hours together in the company of others is absolutely not enough to make up for it.

He's frightened, almost, because after half a year, what will be enough? What might either of them do, in the grip of this crushing relief? He sure as hell doesn't know, but thinking about it gets his heart racing, and when the door shuts quietly down the hall, he looks up with a start.

After a glance at his partner, he turns to disappear into the lobby, and from there, out into the night, where there's less need to be quiet. ]

[usedlaserbeam]

[Yagyuu follows at the same comfortable distance, letting Niou have the head start, and only taking care to mark the general direction his partner takes before he disappears from view. Not that it's difficult to guess where he might be going or the path he might take when he does; after all, if there's one thing Yagyuu has a knack for, it's guessing Niou's thoughts.

It's chillier outside now that it's late in the evening, but he's got his jersey to help stave it off, the collar still turned up out of old habit. So he steps into the night and glances around in search of that familiar flash of unruly hair, looking for a sign of where his white rabbit might be taking him next.]

[futariniousama]

[ He's not going too far - out of the inn and across the square, to a bench positioned just barely within range of a streetlamp. He climbs atop it and sits on the back, his feet on the seat, and watches Yagyuu approach. ]