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[outbursting]

Who: Yosuke Hanamura (outbursting) and Raul Creed (rapturescreed).
When: Thursday, October 18. Just a little after the first siren.
Where: The streets.
Summary: Yosuke meets not!Dad after a week of being kicked out of his apartment.
Warnings: None.

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[rapturescreed]

Raul was on his way to work this time; after having a day off for once when he wasn't in the hospital, now he needed to work.

Of course, leaving Pino and Nana home alone was not his favorite option, either, and while he was able to get a sitter, he wasn't pleased with his selections. They both needed special care, in their own way, and it wasn't as if he could call Re-l or Vincent Law to come babysit.

But then, he didn't expect to see his not!son out on the street, dragging a bag behind him.

"Mr. Hanamura?"

[outbursting]

"Eh?"

Well, this was awkward. He dropped the bag before starting to mess with his hair a little to appear somewhat presentable. Turning to him, he bowed his head lightly. "Good evening, Mister Creed." A pause. "How are you? Just getting off work, or...?"

Somehow, he thought that he should talk a little more politely to him. Scratching just beneath his ear, he tried to appear as nonchalant as possible. It was only a second later that he realized that he wasn't really doing anything, was he? He could explain all of this away without it seeming like he was being ridiculous. Acting any differently than he did act would just make him seem more suspicious, wouldn't it? Well, shit. Maybe, he won't notice.

[rapturescreed]

Of course he would notice. As a man who had learned how to be emotional, it was easy to spot anyone who was emotional, especially when they were acting odd.

And dragging a bag right after siren was odd.

"Going to work, actually," Raul said, arching a slender eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?"

[outbursting]

"Ah." There wasn't anything else really to add about him going to work, was there? He supposed that he could try to focus all his attention on just talking about Raul's work until the other had to leave or else be late, but that probably wouldn't work as well as he would have liked for it to work out for him. Right.

"What am I doing?" A beat. "That is a good question." He turned to stare down at the bag at his side. Seriously, what was he doing? Yosuke was finding that his mind was unfortunately rather blank on the subject, so he decided to return the question. "What do you mean, what am I doing? Like at the moment, I'm talking to you."

Oh yeah, this is gonna win me a lot of points.