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frankengambler in sirenspull_logs

like a waiter hating the rich

Apr 28, 2011 21:10

Who: frankengambler and 12second_orz
When: Thursday, April 28th. Late afternoon.
Where: A convinience store in Sector 4
Summary: An average day until Kaiji and Tonegawa bump into the people they least want to bump into.
Warnings: Probably only language

( but taking their tips )

itou kaiji, tonegawa yukio

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12second_orz April 29 2011, 09:23:48 UTC

A few months in, and it still felt strange to do his own shopping like this.

Tonegawa stood in front of the dairy products, carton of milk in hand. This wasn't somewhere he'd pictured himself often, a cut-rate convenience store that stocked the beer next to the medical supplies, but beggars couldn't be choosers and he was in a hurry. Not that he especially was a beggar anymore, now that he was better situated and in possession of a few handy contacts, but the fact that he was the one carrying the metal basket still left him relatively poor. This wasn't how he would chosen to have spent his day off, certainly ( ... )

frankengambler April 29 2011, 16:13:31 UTC

It was the thud of the basket alerted him to the presence of a customer and even then he didn’t look up. He was paying so little attention that he was midway through asking if they wanted paper or plastic before he even realised who it was. That voice. Kaiji’s head snapped up, mouth dropping open when he saw it really was him.

A few seconds passed before he even realised he was gawping and he hurriedly fixed his expression to look indifferent instead of gormless. Shoulders squared, he looked Tonegawa up and down, making no effort to hide the fact. The bandages were gone now as far as he could tell but whether or not there were scars… well, he was obviously trying to hide something under those gloves and that hat. Unless the fedora was meant to be ironic.

"… it was gonna happen it eventually," he said, tearing his gaze away.

He couldn't look him in the eye yet though- it was harder than he thought it'd be.

12second_orz April 29 2011, 16:39:44 UTC

Tonegawa knew when he was being sized up: he'd been looked up and down hundreds of times in his life, by thousands of eyes searching eagerly for flaws or mistakes or hints, some loose thread to pull on. Somehow, on the shop floor of some cheap konbini, this one ranked up there with the worst of it. Speaking on the phone, over video... that had been so far removed from every day life that he'd barely even thought about it. But up close there was no denying the reality of it all- of those dark, staring eyes, the way the younger man's jaw seemed just a little tenser than normal, the lace of scars trimming the hand in which he held the basket ( ... )

frankengambler April 29 2011, 17:16:55 UTC

Kaiji felt his grip tighten further around the basket handle. He wasn’t allowed the gloves at work- he didn’t have the same protection as Tonegawa in that regard and it made him feel more vulnerable than ever. He was exposed, every scar a visual reminder of every mistake, every stupid decision, every failure. He wanted to take pride in the fact he wasn’t hiding them. To call Tonegawa a coward for turning his back on his own fuck-ups. But the second he felt those eyes on them, any superiority drained out of him. It wasn’t worth the energy to pretend and it was a relief when the other man looked away ( ... )

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