He lacks subtlety [ CLOSED ]
Characters: Asano Keigo narukishi, Kurosaki Ichigo panoplies
Content: Keigo and Ichigo talk about Ichigo's apparent stalker.
Setting: Their hotel in Nihon.
Time: Evening time?
Warnings: Ichigo and Keigo being Worried and probably eventually screaming at each other. Swears, kicking, the usual with these two.
Keigo couldn't help it. He'd always been a nervous person, and this whole situation was just making that trait of his worse. He had been pacing around their small room for the better portion of the day--not that there was a hell of a lot else he could do in that place--mind racing about their current situation.
It was really frustrating; first, their asshole fathers kicked them out of their houses, leaving them to fend for themselves, and now they had some stalker-chick spying on Ichigo and his family.
Which was pretty much Keigo's second family.
And, on top of that, he was pretty sure Ichigo's outburst on the network clued her in to their location, meaning some psychotic stalker chick, hell-bent on examining Ichigo's spiritual powers or some crap, was going to show up and kill them and mail their body parts in boxes to their folks and--
Needless to say, the spaz was a wreck, never sitting still for more than a few minutes before standing up and pacing again. He was making his way back toward the bed then, sitting down just long enough to rest his chin against his palms and sigh deeply.
"This is so fucked," He muttered, not even bothering to try and hide the frustration in his voice.
Now he knew why his parents chain-smoked.
Content: Keigo and Ichigo talk about Ichigo's apparent stalker.
Setting: Their hotel in Nihon.
Time: Evening time?
Warnings: Ichigo and Keigo being Worried and probably eventually screaming at each other. Swears, kicking, the usual with these two.
Keigo couldn't help it. He'd always been a nervous person, and this whole situation was just making that trait of his worse. He had been pacing around their small room for the better portion of the day--not that there was a hell of a lot else he could do in that place--mind racing about their current situation.
It was really frustrating; first, their asshole fathers kicked them out of their houses, leaving them to fend for themselves, and now they had some stalker-chick spying on Ichigo and his family.
Which was pretty much Keigo's second family.
And, on top of that, he was pretty sure Ichigo's outburst on the network clued her in to their location, meaning some psychotic stalker chick, hell-bent on examining Ichigo's spiritual powers or some crap, was going to show up and kill them and mail their body parts in boxes to their folks and--
Needless to say, the spaz was a wreck, never sitting still for more than a few minutes before standing up and pacing again. He was making his way back toward the bed then, sitting down just long enough to rest his chin against his palms and sigh deeply.
"This is so fucked," He muttered, not even bothering to try and hide the frustration in his voice.
Now he knew why his parents chain-smoked.