Bring me the sun, 'cause I slide off the moon...
Who: Souji and Yosuke
When: Tonight
Where: Out there in the big bad Darkness
Summary: Some people are drawn to trouble like moths to a flame...Souji pretty much has a collection. Facepalming and swooping in like a big damn hero may or may not happen, but some screaming and thrashing definitely will.
Warnings: Violence. Language. Teenage boys.
It wasn't exactly on purpose...okay, maybe it was a little bit on purpose. But he hadn't planned to go far. The plan had been to keep the restaurant right behind him, less than a block away. There was supposed to be a 'retreat' option. Like a training exercise. It was all supposed to be pretty harmless, it was just that somewhere along the way, something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.
First had been a stumble. Nothing major in daylight when you could see where you were going, but at night, the stumble had turned into a trip, and the trip had segued into a short roll. But even that wouldn't have been so bad if he could have kept the building at his back. And he would have, if it hadn't been for the unmistakable scrape of gravel to the right. The sound made every hair on his body stand on end, and it froze him for a moment before he spun (mistake, that had been a mistake) and leaped to his feet.
Oh, gods, what was that? It wasn't who-er, what- he had been expecting to find out there at all. His throat worked, trying to shout a warning, maybe, but he was alone.
Well, fuck.
When: Tonight
Where: Out there in the big bad Darkness
Summary: Some people are drawn to trouble like moths to a flame...Souji pretty much has a collection. Facepalming and swooping in like a big damn hero may or may not happen, but some screaming and thrashing definitely will.
Warnings: Violence. Language. Teenage boys.
It wasn't exactly on purpose...okay, maybe it was a little bit on purpose. But he hadn't planned to go far. The plan had been to keep the restaurant right behind him, less than a block away. There was supposed to be a 'retreat' option. Like a training exercise. It was all supposed to be pretty harmless, it was just that somewhere along the way, something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.
First had been a stumble. Nothing major in daylight when you could see where you were going, but at night, the stumble had turned into a trip, and the trip had segued into a short roll. But even that wouldn't have been so bad if he could have kept the building at his back. And he would have, if it hadn't been for the unmistakable scrape of gravel to the right. The sound made every hair on his body stand on end, and it froze him for a moment before he spun (mistake, that had been a mistake) and leaped to his feet.
Oh, gods, what was that? It wasn't who-er, what- he had been expecting to find out there at all. His throat worked, trying to shout a warning, maybe, but he was alone.
Well, fuck.