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[con_bravura]

Characters: con_bravura and leggierissimo
When: Friday evening.
Where: Some random street in Adstringendum.
Rating: PG, maybe?
Summary: Neku is a sulky emo kid. Josh saves his ass.

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[leggierissimo]

About a day after the revelation, Joshua had taken to watching his proxy. Never initiating contact - just simply watching. He'd been sticking to rooftops since that day, so why not keep an eye out on him? Not like Neku would want to talk to him anyway.

Watching him try to take on one of the rabbits had proved to be an amusing thought, and amusing enough for Josh to follow along. So when it had completely backfired on poor Neku, well... Neku should be lucky that he's got someone watching over him.

Just before the rabbit reached Neku, a very familiar beam of light shot down on it, stopping it in its tracks and, effectively, burning it to death.

[con_bravura]

And then the rabbit was gone, just like the taboo noise had been back once on the UG. Neku dropped the trash can lid with a jolt, jumping back as the rabbit fried in front of his eyes.

"Jesus Christ --!"

And then, hastily, he leaned down to grab the lid again, whirling - looking for what had to be Josh.

[leggierissimo]

Don't worry, Neku. No immediate danger. Josh sat nonchalantly on the roof of a nearby building, legs dangling over the edge, phone in hand. One hand lifted in a sort of greeting, a little smirk playing on his lips, but he didn't bother to say anything. Not if Neku was just going to ignore him and leave.

[con_bravura]

And Neku simply stared. If Josh was paying attention, he would notice how Neku's hands went to his neck, fingers curled -- he was reaching for headphones that weren't there. In the last moment, he twitched his wrist, palm out in a half greeting.

[con_bravura]

"Kind of young to be getting tanked, aren't you?"

Neku didn't bother knocking on Josh's door. Glass of water in hand, he just sort of nudged it open.

[leggierissimo]

Yeah, Neku, don't bother being polite. Josh is laying face-down on the mattress, and when Neku comes in, he turns his head, giving a rather solid glare. That rotgut whiskey left him with a nasty headache.

"No."

[con_bravura]

"Thought the Composer would have a stronger constitution than that. Here, drink this."

There's something bitter in his tone, but he drops the glass of water onto the table next to Josh's bed.

[leggierissimo]

"Maybe when I'm not stuck looking like this."

Josh's tone is almost equally bitter, but he does note the tone in Neku's voice with a bit of annoyance. He pushes himself upright, reaching for the water without so much as a murmur of thanks.