Save the Princess [Minorly Backdated]
Who: Yuujirou and Nii
Where: Abandoned house, and probably Streets
When: Couple hours after Yuujirou's arrival
What: Computer turned the lights out. Nii to the rescue! Uh.
Yuujirou really had no plans on wandering around in the dark, no matter what he was wearing, and if he tripped on something and came back with scrapes or a torn sleeve or run in his tights, he might actually cause Natashou to have a heart attack. They guy took so much pride in his work, he was too easily excitable. More than that, he didn't want to mess up his carefully crafted appearance any more than anyone else would want him to. So Yuujirou sat instead, primly, in his seat, because it felt weird to slouch in this sort of dress and it would get everything wrinkled anyway.
He looked almost like a picture, sitting there, a portrait of a beautiful, fresh young girl, seated gracefully, except those sorts of portraits didn't usually see the fresh young girl sitting in front of a computer that had obviously seen better days. There was even ketchup crusted onto the keys. Probably ketchup. That had better be ketchup.
So he sat, bored and tired and with his feet hurting, and contemplated taking off his heels before he heard a sound from outside and looked up. "Hello?" he called, even though he wasn't sure that Nii could hear him from out there. He hoped the guy could. Then he hoped whoever it was couldn't, because, crap, he didn't know who that was. Or what. All these empty houses and he called out to the first noise he heard?
"I am glad I decided to believe this is just a dream," he muttered, twitching. "Or I would be so dead."
Where: Abandoned house, and probably Streets
When: Couple hours after Yuujirou's arrival
What: Computer turned the lights out. Nii to the rescue! Uh.
Yuujirou really had no plans on wandering around in the dark, no matter what he was wearing, and if he tripped on something and came back with scrapes or a torn sleeve or run in his tights, he might actually cause Natashou to have a heart attack. They guy took so much pride in his work, he was too easily excitable. More than that, he didn't want to mess up his carefully crafted appearance any more than anyone else would want him to. So Yuujirou sat instead, primly, in his seat, because it felt weird to slouch in this sort of dress and it would get everything wrinkled anyway.
He looked almost like a picture, sitting there, a portrait of a beautiful, fresh young girl, seated gracefully, except those sorts of portraits didn't usually see the fresh young girl sitting in front of a computer that had obviously seen better days. There was even ketchup crusted onto the keys. Probably ketchup. That had better be ketchup.
So he sat, bored and tired and with his feet hurting, and contemplated taking off his heels before he heard a sound from outside and looked up. "Hello?" he called, even though he wasn't sure that Nii could hear him from out there. He hoped the guy could. Then he hoped whoever it was couldn't, because, crap, he didn't know who that was. Or what. All these empty houses and he called out to the first noise he heard?
"I am glad I decided to believe this is just a dream," he muttered, twitching. "Or I would be so dead."