LOG; ongoing; closed
When; Sunday, 10/31. A little before 1 AM?
Rating; PG-13? in case of swearing, idk
Characters; Celty Sturluson (seekinghead) & Heiwajima Shizuo (milkboned)
Summary; Demons become human again (well, one of them). Repercussions.
Log;
Small favors. One: when rage took over, he managed to suppress the destruction until out of the apartment. He'd managed that in Ikebukuro, too. Two: his quick cool-down. Three: the reasonable price of a replacement network device, though that was also a pain. Whatever prompted him to replace it. Annoying. He'd be happier without it; rarely had the patience and a long enough fuse to get through more than a few posts without stopping, separating himself to quell his irritation.
Now: almost an hour after his mind had returned to him and the realization of the past few days hit him, and with it a whirlwind of indignant fury. Shizuo walked back to the apartment, having stopped after securing a new device at a twenty-four hour store, to buy milk, honey, and ice cream. Through the door, and he slipped off his shoes, calling a dull, "I'm back."
It didn't feel right to say, I'm home. This place wasn't home, this shitty city not his. But with Celty, and Celty so close, it wasn't as bad. Not so bad. Most of the time, but at the moment he was determined not to think about the past week. He'd only get angry, and even now, Shizuo didn't want that.
He proceeded to the refrigerator, and put away the groceries.
Rating; PG-13? in case of swearing, idk
Characters; Celty Sturluson (seekinghead) & Heiwajima Shizuo (milkboned)
Summary; Demons become human again (well, one of them). Repercussions.
Log;
Small favors. One: when rage took over, he managed to suppress the destruction until out of the apartment. He'd managed that in Ikebukuro, too. Two: his quick cool-down. Three: the reasonable price of a replacement network device, though that was also a pain. Whatever prompted him to replace it. Annoying. He'd be happier without it; rarely had the patience and a long enough fuse to get through more than a few posts without stopping, separating himself to quell his irritation.
Now: almost an hour after his mind had returned to him and the realization of the past few days hit him, and with it a whirlwind of indignant fury. Shizuo walked back to the apartment, having stopped after securing a new device at a twenty-four hour store, to buy milk, honey, and ice cream. Through the door, and he slipped off his shoes, calling a dull, "I'm back."
It didn't feel right to say, I'm home. This place wasn't home, this shitty city not his. But with Celty, and Celty so close, it wasn't as bad. Not so bad. Most of the time, but at the moment he was determined not to think about the past week. He'd only get angry, and even now, Shizuo didn't want that.
He proceeded to the refrigerator, and put away the groceries.