suffocations, frustrations, limitations in my world
Who: Watanuki Kimihiro, and OPEN
Where: Espoir
Style: Any; I will respond in kind
Status: open/unfinished
Summary: Watanuki is in a little predicament.
Well, this was a fine predicament.
Somehow, Watanuki wasn't exactly surprised that he'd ended up in this situation. As much as he'd like to think he was a completely capable, efficient, dependable, and masculine individual, he couldn't really deny that when he set out to do something, if it could go wrong, it would.
Such was the case with his ill-fated shopping trip. It shouldn't have been complicated - just a duck out to the shops to pick up the ingredients for the dinner he was making for himself and the two bottomless alcohol and food consuming black holes he happened to share a dwelling with (because living with them was far too strong a statement), and then home to start cooking. Trust that Doumeki to demand food even in a dream world!
Of course, though, nothing could ever be that easy. Of course not.
He supposed he had been giving the vegetable patch near that house a particularly envious look. After all, Watanuki had always liked the idea of freshly grown vegetables being used in cooking for the best flavours. Maybe it'd been a bit too much when he licked his lips, but even if it wasn't, the stupid scarecrow seemed to have thought so, and out came the pitchfork and the awkward movements that made him screech out loud and run for the nearest exit (not that he'd admit to screaming like a little girl - oh no, it had not reminded him just a little too much of the spirits that were oddly absent in Somarium). The nearest exit happened to be a tree that Watanuki had scrambled up in a flailing mess of fast-moving limbs, and now he sat disgruntled and pouting on a branch with his feet pulled up while the scarecrow stabbed around the base of the tree and SWISHED AT HIM.
"AUGH! You're too creepy! Dammit, go away!" he wailed, unaware that anyone might be close enough to hear him.
Where: Espoir
Style: Any; I will respond in kind
Status: open/unfinished
Summary: Watanuki is in a little predicament.
Well, this was a fine predicament.
Somehow, Watanuki wasn't exactly surprised that he'd ended up in this situation. As much as he'd like to think he was a completely capable, efficient, dependable, and masculine individual, he couldn't really deny that when he set out to do something, if it could go wrong, it would.
Such was the case with his ill-fated shopping trip. It shouldn't have been complicated - just a duck out to the shops to pick up the ingredients for the dinner he was making for himself and the two bottomless alcohol and food consuming black holes he happened to share a dwelling with (because living with them was far too strong a statement), and then home to start cooking. Trust that Doumeki to demand food even in a dream world!
Of course, though, nothing could ever be that easy. Of course not.
He supposed he had been giving the vegetable patch near that house a particularly envious look. After all, Watanuki had always liked the idea of freshly grown vegetables being used in cooking for the best flavours. Maybe it'd been a bit too much when he licked his lips, but even if it wasn't, the stupid scarecrow seemed to have thought so, and out came the pitchfork and the awkward movements that made him screech out loud and run for the nearest exit (not that he'd admit to screaming like a little girl - oh no, it had not reminded him just a little too much of the spirits that were oddly absent in Somarium). The nearest exit happened to be a tree that Watanuki had scrambled up in a flailing mess of fast-moving limbs, and now he sat disgruntled and pouting on a branch with his feet pulled up while the scarecrow stabbed around the base of the tree and SWISHED AT HIM.
"AUGH! You're too creepy! Dammit, go away!" he wailed, unaware that anyone might be close enough to hear him.