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[CLOSED || Heine & Naoto]

Sep 25, 2011 20:11

Who: Heine Rammsteinr & Naoto Fuyumine
What: Bullying Heine and Naoto become aware of each other's presence in the mansion
Where: The hallway outside rooms 211 and 212
When: Evening (before being phone-social with Kanda)
Rating and Warnings: GRR WOOF PG-13 at least...? Subject to change? Idk.

( Everything they whispered in our ear is coming true )

[dogs] naoto fuyumine, [dogs] heine rammsteiner

Comments 4

ultrafidian October 4 2011, 22:45:11 UTC

The bathroom had been a perfect place to escape to when she wasn't in her room. Actually, it was the only other place she'd bothered venturing to since she arrived and was eventually left to her own devices.

She'd spent most of her time holed up in the small room assigned to her, grateful for the hospitality, but at the same time doomed to drown herself in distraught. The more time she has spent in this place the more time she realized she couldn't be here-shouldn't be here-and that she had to leave as quickly as possible. Except, nothing was making that easy for her. Although it perhaps was not intentional, there wasn't much hope for her being able to go home. The situation was as it was and there was nothing she nor anyone else stuck here (or otherwise) could do about it ( ... )

bulletcarnage October 15 2011, 19:22:46 UTC

Whatever thought-process had been churning through his mind in that moment (likely the same one that had been dragging itself through his head for the better part of the day) came to a grinding halt when he was suddenly aware that he wasn't alone. It was that unexplainable kind of awareness that came a few seconds before any kind of sensory confirmation, before looking up and making eye contact, before any sound could be heard ( ... )

ultrafidian November 5 2011, 20:05:47 UTC

Thank you, Heine.

She stared at him, her expression shifting from shocked at his presence to stunned at his comment. Really, of all the things he could have said that hadn't been what she was expecting. Naoto's expression melted into irritation a few seconds later, recovering from the initial surprise and suppressing the other surprise of him being here to begin with.

"Thank you for noticing," she replied, voice sour. She didn't need the reminder of what she'd just confirmed for herself in the bathroom mirror.

And then she let silence flood between them. Perhaps now would have been a good time for a nice to see you, sarcastic or not. In truth, maybe to her it was a little nice to see him (or at least he was preferable over someone like Magato), to know she wasn't alone in this nightmare. But, that left her just as concerned.

There was something off about it. About him, about his reaction, and their whole meeting altogether. There was a lack of mutual understanding, almost, a feeling of knowing between them no longer there. ( ... )

Oh my good lord, slowest replies in the world, I'm so sorry T_T bulletcarnage November 28 2011, 23:52:03 UTC

There was an awkwardness in the air that Heine couldn't put his finger on, as though he was just supposed to tap-tap-tap on a single spot until it stuck and made sense, but the tap-tap-tap just kept going.

But awkward was just what they did, wasn't it? She was irritating to him and he--as far as he could guess--was a callous asshole to her. It worked out. Sort of. But even so... That pause. That look. It like he was supposed to say something or do something in particular. It kind of felt like he missed a cue somewhere.

Tap-tap-tap.

But he didn't know what it was that he'd missed...

So instead he watched. He watched and tried to pick up whatever cue he missed, the end of a hanging thread to reel it in, something to make that odd tension make sense. What had happened before between them?

...

Ah. Granny's tea place. And the dress-fitting. And getting kicked out when Naoto was going to be force-fitted there. Ugh. His eye gave an irritated twitch as that thought passed through his mind, continuing to stare at the swordswoman in ( ... )