Lonely rivers sigh 'wait for me, wait for me' [ closed ]
Characters:freereport_com and bravoalphamike
Location: Tseng's room.
Rating: Rating change! Looks like they made up after all! G for gay~
Time: Later in the night after Vincent and Tseng's duel date.
Description: A full day of rest after the lovely evening he had with all of his drinkin' buddies, Zack is on his way to apologize to Tseng! Will they make up or break up?! And the more pressing question to be answered: Have Zack's things already been thrown away?
So there here he is, on his way to Tseng's door and he still barely has a clue what he's going to say. Zack knows that he has to do more than just pace and relive the argument from the night before, but as it continues running through his mind he realizes there's nothing to do but be himself. Some would call it 'winging it', but Zack thought of it more as adapting to the situation. Coincidentally, that is exactly what he has to do as he approaches Tseng's door and sees a pile of his belongings neatly stacked outside.
He gives a resigned sigh and ruffles through one of the bags quickly, taking out a comb and brushing through his hair as well as applying some of this deodorant before he approaches Tseng's door again. He figured he would probably be met by such a sight, seeing his possessions didn't phase him as much as it probably should have, and he gives Tseng's door a politer than normal knock. He smiles sheepishly readying himself for whatever is to pass.
Location: Tseng's room.
Rating: Rating change! Looks like they made up after all! G for gay~
Time: Later in the night after Vincent and Tseng's duel date.
Description: A full day of rest after the lovely evening he had with all of his drinkin' buddies, Zack is on his way to apologize to Tseng! Will they make up or break up?! And the more pressing question to be answered: Have Zack's things already been thrown away?
So there here he is, on his way to Tseng's door and he still barely has a clue what he's going to say. Zack knows that he has to do more than just pace and relive the argument from the night before, but as it continues running through his mind he realizes there's nothing to do but be himself. Some would call it 'winging it', but Zack thought of it more as adapting to the situation. Coincidentally, that is exactly what he has to do as he approaches Tseng's door and sees a pile of his belongings neatly stacked outside.
He gives a resigned sigh and ruffles through one of the bags quickly, taking out a comb and brushing through his hair as well as applying some of this deodorant before he approaches Tseng's door again. He figured he would probably be met by such a sight, seeing his possessions didn't phase him as much as it probably should have, and he gives Tseng's door a politer than normal knock. He smiles sheepishly readying himself for whatever is to pass.