Meal Times [unfinished]
Who: Atobe Keigo and Draco Malfoy
Where: The convenience store
Rating: G, for now.
He heard that the doors here could lead anywhere, but this was getting ridiculous. At least the last one had the decency to lead him to food, even if he considered instant food substandard. 'Beggars can't be choosers,' the tennis player thought cynically as he looked around at the sparsely-stocked store. He grabbed the five packages of cup noodles on one of the shelves before heading towards the store counter, where there was a hot water dispenser (it did not occur to him at the time to ask why it was still running).
Atobe was quite hungry at that point, which was understandable, given that he had been playing a rather long and tiresome match hours before. He was also beginning to feel tired again; he had only rested for a short time between the match and ending up in the city, and the emotional stress he was experiencing was not helping.
The shock was mostly gone, though he still felt a little detatched from the place. Perhaps it was because the entire place looked like something straight out of a horror film, or perhaps this was a situation that was so unreal and unexpected - the nastiest surprise that one never expected, and felt like a kick in the gut when it did happen.
There was a table near the counter, and around it two chairs. Atobe patted off the dust on one of the chairs before sitting on it and propping up his sports bag on one of the legs. He'd have more time later to think of his situation, once he's eaten.
Not bad, he thought, sipping the soup. Both Oshitari and Shishido would probably have laughed and teased him if they were also there.
Where: The convenience store
Rating: G, for now.
He heard that the doors here could lead anywhere, but this was getting ridiculous. At least the last one had the decency to lead him to food, even if he considered instant food substandard. 'Beggars can't be choosers,' the tennis player thought cynically as he looked around at the sparsely-stocked store. He grabbed the five packages of cup noodles on one of the shelves before heading towards the store counter, where there was a hot water dispenser (it did not occur to him at the time to ask why it was still running).
Atobe was quite hungry at that point, which was understandable, given that he had been playing a rather long and tiresome match hours before. He was also beginning to feel tired again; he had only rested for a short time between the match and ending up in the city, and the emotional stress he was experiencing was not helping.
The shock was mostly gone, though he still felt a little detatched from the place. Perhaps it was because the entire place looked like something straight out of a horror film, or perhaps this was a situation that was so unreal and unexpected - the nastiest surprise that one never expected, and felt like a kick in the gut when it did happen.
There was a table near the counter, and around it two chairs. Atobe patted off the dust on one of the chairs before sitting on it and propping up his sports bag on one of the legs. He'd have more time later to think of his situation, once he's eaten.
Not bad, he thought, sipping the soup. Both Oshitari and Shishido would probably have laughed and teased him if they were also there.