Everything is better after a drink. Or four.
Characters: shoubai and alastinglight
Location: Some random street in the Shopping District
Rating: G... I think?
Time: December 8, at a time that boys like Takasugi should be in bed.
Description: Kid's got issues. Sakamoto don't got none.
To say that Takasugi Shinsuke wasn't fine would be a dire understatement.
Ever since those strange encounters in the Kishin Chamber, Takasugi had been studiously avoiding anyone and everyone. He had been attending to his duties for the Watch as dictated, of course, but he made it a point to stick to his own room when he got home, and did not answer any calls people made to him on the network. He was watching some of those posts closely, of course, and had come to the conclusion that it would be best if he kept his lay low.
The Shinsengumi were around. The Kihetai were around. One was out for his blood; the other group had sworn loyalty to him, but could not entirely be trusted. There might be others, as well - people he couldn't be certain of. People who might know.
Such thoughts were depressing, but Takasugi had never been good with just burying things and ignoring them. As such, the boy was wandering around the Shopping District that evening, occasionally smoking, mostly trying to find something to do with himself. He couldn't sleep, after all.
Location: Some random street in the Shopping District
Rating: G... I think?
Time: December 8, at a time that boys like Takasugi should be in bed.
Description: Kid's got issues. Sakamoto don't got none.
To say that Takasugi Shinsuke wasn't fine would be a dire understatement.
Ever since those strange encounters in the Kishin Chamber, Takasugi had been studiously avoiding anyone and everyone. He had been attending to his duties for the Watch as dictated, of course, but he made it a point to stick to his own room when he got home, and did not answer any calls people made to him on the network. He was watching some of those posts closely, of course, and had come to the conclusion that it would be best if he kept his lay low.
The Shinsengumi were around. The Kihetai were around. One was out for his blood; the other group had sworn loyalty to him, but could not entirely be trusted. There might be others, as well - people he couldn't be certain of. People who might know.
Such thoughts were depressing, but Takasugi had never been good with just burying things and ignoring them. As such, the boy was wandering around the Shopping District that evening, occasionally smoking, mostly trying to find something to do with himself. He couldn't sleep, after all.