dream † 003 † 08-19-10

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[ooc: still technically on hiatus. But. Also. Uh. Youji's not a huge fan of pajamas, so... 8D
Dream effects: Tension. Uncertainty. Anxiety. At the end, exactly what Youji feels.]

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[There is literally no point in calling up when the guy you want to talk to lives across the hall.

[Sure, Youji probably doesn't want to see him right now, but that's just too bad. Sometimes our needs bear no relation to our desires. This would be Ken heading on in after no more than a cursory tap on the door - heads up, ready or not. He pushes the door open, steps through: stops short with one hand on the doorknob. I guess you could call it circumspection.]

Coffee okay, or do you want something stronger?

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[Raises his eyes to settle darkly on Ken. This not-bothering-to-knock business is less than ideal. But you mean well.]

Coffee's fine. Aspirin is better.

[orz CANNOT DECIDE ON ICON i apologize.]

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[Ken notes the dark look and ignores it.

[One of the fortunate things about being Ken and often genuinely oblivious to darker undercurrents is that it's easy enough for him to ignore the ones you do without anyone thinking it's anything more than Ken being Ken.

[You are not going to be left by yourself right now, Youji - not even if you want to be, because I have a pretty good idea what you'd do if you were.]

I can get you both if you want 'em.

[Please say you do. Having something else to concentrate on at least delays the inevitable moment when Ken asks some kind of stupid question of the what the Hell was all that about anyway school... He doesn't want to make matters worse. But he has a horrible feeling he's going to.]

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[Youji shakes his head.]

Focus on the coffee. I have the aspirin here already.

[Nods towards the bedside table. Here's that incorrigible smile you should well recognize.]

See if you can't find a weapon while you're at it. Aya isn't the only one feeling like they'll be useful.

[...Still, slight uncomfortable vibe in that good-natured sting--obviously, Youji's weapon is hard on his mind. And, less obviously, it wasn't too long ago that he'd finally had enough of killing. Not looking forward to having to do it again.]

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Okay, coffee. I'll go stick the... the stuff in the thing, then.

[Oh look he's smiling. Ken knows that smile in his bood and knows damn well it doesn't mean anything good. Uh oh--

[That irritated glare might have looked a lot more so if Ken hadn't been barefoot, dressed in pajamas and clearly tousle-haired and bleary-eyed. He does the best he can with the material he's been handed, of course, but it's a bit of a struggle. Still, even Aya would have had issues looking convincingly indignant in his situation - and, for that matter, his decidedly less imposing body.]

Dammit Kudou not you too. For your information I already did thanks!

[He's going to be storming out now. To go stick the stuff in the thing and put the coffee on, admittedly, but it's the principle of the thing, dammit!]

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[The temptation to ask 'which stuff?' exists, but Youji lets it slide, just this once. Possibly because this tension just barely slips into that vague realm of what he's willing to be serious about.

He watches Ken and his blue pajamas storm out with an odd sort of satisfaction. Doesn't help his mood much, but watching Ken huff was Youji's standby diversion.

All right. Act together now. He dresses in loose clothes--still deliberately foregoing the silver cross around his neck. He knocks about three aspirin out of the bottle and swallows them dry. Tastes terrible, but he doesn't much care.

What next? He doesn't want to talk about the dream, but doesn't quite resolve to work as much distraction on Ken as he did on Iris. He shelves that decision in favor of whether or not he should go meet Ken in the living room...]

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[Ken takes it out on the coffee maker. One of these days, Hidaka, you're probably gonna break that thing.

[Once he's sure the stuff's in the thing and it's busy doing... percolating stuff or whatever it is coffee makers do to make coffee, he busies himself collecting cups, the sugar bowl, milk - doesn't matter that it's two in the morning, just as long as he's keeping himself busy and not thinking too hard about what he's doing all this for. Biscuits. Do they have any biscuits or has Youji eaten them all again and forgotten to buy more? Sure he got some while they were out, but those were emergency biscuits. Was this an emergency? Ken didn't know.

[Right. Cups, pot of coffee. Done.

[He'll be heading back out to the living room now, carefully carrying a laden tray. He just wishes he knew what he was supposed to say--]

We're in trouble, aren't we?

[Not that, clearly. He wasn't supposed to say that.]

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[...you are, most assuredly, the one and only Ken Hidaka. Obviously, the living room won, and Youji rests on the couch with a shadow of his normally casual grace. Not that his grace isn't present or casual; just that it's suffered a bit.

The biscuits are in the cabinet above the refrigerator, and Youji amuses himself wondering if Ken found them.]

Laying aside the mass murderers who will probably get theirs when it's most poetically just nonsense, you mean? It certainly feels that way.

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[Well, at least Youji didn't seem to be mad about it?

[Ken puts the tray down on the central table and, for a moment, takes advantage of the need to deal with the coffee to avoid meeting Youji's eyes. Carefully, he pours coffee into one of the cups and hands it to Youji before attending to his own. He's trying, in his own small, confused kind of way, to help - maybe he doesn't know what with or what good he can possibly do, but he wants to help all the same.]

Milk and sugar and stuff's on the tray.

[... he said needlessly.

[Of course, Youji'll have to wait his turn for them. That small job done, he grabs a couple of biscuits and retreats to the other couch, sitting cross-legged on it. He holds the mug in both hands; he's waiting for the coffee to cool. Until then, he guesses he can at least warm his fingers on it.]

What'd you think we should do?

[The idea that there might not be anything they can do is, of course, anathema.]

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[Youji skips straight to drinking. The warmth and caffeine are both desperately needed.

[He can't help the sigh.]

Wait.

[...what else is there for them to do?]

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[Which is something that Ken, of course, has never been particularly good at. He looks up, brows drawn sharply downward.]

Wait? That's all?

[Of course it's all. But if he admits there's nothing they can do--

[Ken sighs, and - well, he's tired, and the damn stuff does smell good - gives into impulse, taking a sip of the coffee. It's too hot, of course, it burns his tongue and he doesn't care. He feels better for it all the same, and at least he could vaguely pass for actually awake now.]

Youji, what the Hell's going on? This has gotta be happening for a reason.

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[Youji sighs tiredly, and he's beginning to feel old. 26, was it? 26, and a life of nothing but hitting dead ends and scraping the bottom.

[Not that he's entirely surprised. Amusement seeps into the weariness.]

Ken. It's August. We've been here since February. If I had any idea what the hell was going on--don't you think I'd have used it by now? Don't you think someone would have?

I'm willing to say no one knows. Not even that doctor.

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[Truth be told, Ken wasn't really expecting Youji to know the answer. He'd been hoping, though: he was good at that. On some level he appreciates the honesty, but he's not so keen on the tone.]

Dammit, Kudou, I was only asking--

[His heart's not in it, either. Ken's an optimistic soul, but the past few days have been wearing him down. Truth be told, he's not been sleeping well either. He's just grateful that the Dreamberry at least seems to have decided to cut him that much slack, but then perhaps there's just no point when everyone's seen it all before.]

Doctor? What doctor?

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[Youji sighs, and very deliberately does not thwap Ken on the head. Ken can throw him across the room. He tells himself this.]

The one on the Dreamberries when you were walking through walls. Think even you'd remember that. Suddenly chose that random to talk. Why then? Why not now?