CLOSED ✖ camoflaged by all the fallen leaves a hand holds up the sky while shamefully i make my plea

[mangemouth]

CHARACTERS: mangemouth & ruineaxt.
LOCATION/SETTING: In a tree right on the edge of the forest. Noooot quite in it, yet...
DATE & TIME: Friday afternoon, shortly after classes.
WARNINGS: Smoking, language, p...ossible drug references and such?
SUMMARY: Badou and Shinjiro have a sort of routine: they show up, they smoke, Badou complains about his everyday, mundane

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[ruineaxt]

[He wasn't exactly sure when it had become routine: After getting out of classes (or right after skipping them,) he'd duck away from the busier part of the dorm's campus. Having people around him all week-- roommates, Akihiko, teachers and other students-- it made him itch. He got restless, uncomfortable, and needed to just breathe. And every time he wandered, Shinjiro ended up at that same grotesque tree.

He grabbed one of the low hanging branches, pulling himself up like it was some kind of escape. Even if his coordination felt fuzzy, or he barely felt the bark scraping across his palms, getting onto his branch was so ingrained it was seamless.]

Hey.

[No point in wasting words. He picked a crook where a larger branch met the trunk to sit and leaned his back against, keeping Badou on one side (and maybe a bit above) himself.]

[mangemouth]

[a long leg extends out, boot jamming into the other student's shoulder blade, a bit unsuccessful with it blocked by a twisted, dark limb]

Yer late! Damn, I thought I was gonna hafta watch the track girls trainin' all by my own damn self.

[but it's an extra-energy, useless chattering that everyone's learned to understand and dismiss]

They're goin' pretty good, ahaha, yah. Shit, the RA didn't tail ya, did he?

[he contently fills in the silence Shinjiro offers]

[ruineaxt]

[Shinjiro let out a low grunt as the boot collided with his back, shoulder rolling in irritation to dislodge it.]

Like you'd notice during all the bouncing. Hell, you'd probably enjoy yourself more if I weren't here.

[Dark eyes rolled, and he settled more comfortable against the tree, moving so a knot of bark wasn't sticking right in his back. He looked out at the track, though didn't seem to take much interest-- it was just something to turn his attention to.]

Don't think so. What the hell would he do, anyway? [Other than tell them to get the fuck down. And stop smoking.]

[mangemouth]

Heyheyhey, I don't do that. [a pause, as a shitty grin spreads] ...In public.

[he knows Shinjiro's dark, lazy gaze by now; they've got the same droopy, half-lidded eye(s) that people tend to ignore. there's nothing special about them. they're not pretty or attractive.]

[that coat Shinjiro's always wearing, even in the hotheat of the foreign summer, isn't very attractive either -- what's more interesting is what's beneath the sleeve]

[Badou doesn't wear his fur-trimmed coat when the sun's out, that's all he knows.]

Guess nothin', I'unno. I get tired'a runnin'.

[not really.]

[ruineaxt]

If you're in a tree by yourself, don't really count as public, now does it. [He waves a hand dismissively, as though brushing away Badou's argument, ignorant to the examination of his clothes or appearance. Maybe the coat he wore constantly was a bit of a tell: even when he was without it, his wardrobe had nothing with short sleeves anymore. But he didn't give a fuck, and never seemed to be bothered by the heat, so why should anyone else have cared?]

--And that's probably 'cause you can't hardly breathe. [A short, amused noise.] Why don't you try just hiding, instead?