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Sep 07, 2009 11:12

Who: Yosuke Hanamura and Shimazu Hisashi.
Where: Shimazu's residence.
When: After this Network thread.
Summary: More hugs. Probably.
Rating: R.
Other: It's Shimazu.

( Seriously. I'm not witty enough for this cut-text. )

shimazu hisashi, yosuke hanamura

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castrater September 8 2009, 09:19:29 UTC

Aha. It was going to be nice to see his sensei again -- really, really, it was pure and genuine excited that traversed through his nerves and pulsed. And that was why within moments of finishing talking to Yosuke; Shimazu was quickly scouting around his room and picking up old-used tissues. Each were used and abused as wank-rags when he was watching Battle Royale. He let his nose twitch as he shoved them into his closet along with the randomized jarred organs. And, haha - wow, it would be pretty stupid if the psychopath was going to leave that right out in the open, right? He shoved the closet door closed and looked all around his room. The TV was blaring some crappy soap opera that Shimazu was watching intensely ( ... )

waitingfora September 8 2009, 09:46:02 UTC

His gaze was unfocused on the door; eyes becoming slightly unfocused as he took in the pattern of lines on the wood. It wasn't even like it took that long for the door to be answered, so he really couldn't be sure why he was spacing out as he was. Maybe, he really did need a few days to just sit and veg rather than force himself to do anything. His hand came up to strike himself on top of his head. Just what the hell was he thinking? Could he only think about himself and his feelings? What sort of person did he think he was if that was all he could think of in the end? A lousy one. Came a somber answer ( ... )

castrater September 9 2009, 12:30:31 UTC

Oh. Was Yosuke crying again? It was a little typical, and that was why Shimazu let out a soft sort of cackle, giving his sensei a wink with half flirtatious as hands went into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels like a habit. Either way, he waved it off, the whole ’I’m sorry you had to see me and my friends die for entertainment.’ And it was all simply dismissed with a amused, pointed, "Aa~h, sensei. It’s alright, hm? I -- I mean, everyone dies. Right? So, that shouldn’t make much of a different." His words were always a jumble of bullshit, and trying to hard to grasp that metaphysical ghost called empathy that was always out of reach.

Fingers pulled out a cigarette, and he handed one to Yosuke, lips coiled around the small smoking instrument and he lit it -- an inhale of toxin tar and a low exhale in Yosuke’s visage. That was when he notice the massive bloodshot-ness that was Yosuke’s eyes, and perhaps it was a sudden surge of bewilderment that had Shimazu lean in and look at them, "Ha ha ha. Don’t cry anymore, it makes ( ... )

waitingfora September 10 2009, 07:36:03 UTC

It took him a moment to register just what Shimazu had said. His eyebrows came together at the same time that his head shook violently, looking more that he had caught a whiff of something nasty than a reaction to the rather strange statement. "What? How could you say something like that?!" His hands had reached out try to grab onto his friend's shoulders to shake him and ask what it was that made him think that it wasn't much different. They halted in the air as he realized that it wouldn't have been much different. The Shadow inside of him had tried to kill people that he cared about; it wasn't what he wanted to do and it was all a game to it. His shoulders slumped just a little as he lowered his hands to his side. "But it was different. Because no one should be forced into a situation like that ( ... )

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