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Who: weaktobullets and outbursting
When: Evening the 27th
Where: Shinjiro's room.
Summary: Shinji and Yosuke have some brotimes. There's conversation, catching up, and also some survival horror games.
Warnings: have you seen that Amnesia: the Dark Descent LP? It's kinda like that.
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Really, Shinjiro's room wasn't that interesting. Not that anyone had expected it to be, of course, but even for a newcomer's room it was fairly barren, littered with only a few essentials: A bed (unmade), a desk (for the most part unused), a small pile of laundry in a corner, his new axe leaning against a wall, and maybe a few other odds and ends he had accumulated during his stay in the port. His NV rested on his bedstand, and for the most part that was that. There was little-- if anything-- that seemed to liven the place up. No trinkets or pictures, or much of anything.
Well, no, there was a small television that had been placed on the desk, as well as a jumble of wires, a game console, and a young male fighting to hook them all up together.
This young male was, of course, not Shinjiro Aragaki.
While Yosuke fought to hook the system to the TV, Shinjiro was sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through the instruction manual of whatever Survival horror game the other man had decided to bring over. He still wasn't entirely sure of the reasoning for it, but at the same time, avoiding people was hardly good for either of them, right? And this was just as good an excuse as any.
"So what's the point've this?" He glanced back over to Yosuke, fitting the booklet back into the case and tossing it to the other end of his bed. He really wasn't a video game player-- that was Iori. And right about now, he was thinking that he and Yosuke would have gotten along great.
When: Evening the 27th
Where: Shinjiro's room.
Summary: Shinji and Yosuke have some brotimes. There's conversation, catching up, and also some survival horror games.
Warnings: have you seen that Amnesia: the Dark Descent LP? It's kinda like that.
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Really, Shinjiro's room wasn't that interesting. Not that anyone had expected it to be, of course, but even for a newcomer's room it was fairly barren, littered with only a few essentials: A bed (unmade), a desk (for the most part unused), a small pile of laundry in a corner, his new axe leaning against a wall, and maybe a few other odds and ends he had accumulated during his stay in the port. His NV rested on his bedstand, and for the most part that was that. There was little-- if anything-- that seemed to liven the place up. No trinkets or pictures, or much of anything.
Well, no, there was a small television that had been placed on the desk, as well as a jumble of wires, a game console, and a young male fighting to hook them all up together.
This young male was, of course, not Shinjiro Aragaki.
While Yosuke fought to hook the system to the TV, Shinjiro was sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through the instruction manual of whatever Survival horror game the other man had decided to bring over. He still wasn't entirely sure of the reasoning for it, but at the same time, avoiding people was hardly good for either of them, right? And this was just as good an excuse as any.
"So what's the point've this?" He glanced back over to Yosuke, fitting the booklet back into the case and tossing it to the other end of his bed. He really wasn't a video game player-- that was Iori. And right about now, he was thinking that he and Yosuke would have gotten along great.