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Nov 27, 2010 02:56

Characters: dyingames and nebensonne.
Location: Joshua's apartment.
Rating: PG, may rise. /POPS COLLAR.
Time: Backdated to the 27th, after this.
Description: Giovanni breaks into Joshua's house to go through his collection of frilly panties terrorise him. It's super effective.

( tell me what you've come for. )

giovanni rammsteiner, yoshiya "joshua" kiryu

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dyingames November 27 2010, 03:32:22 UTC

Joshua hadn't really even had a reason for leaving the Communal. He rarely did, really, preferring to keep mostly to himself when it came to interaction off of the communicators. He valued the amount of distance they provided, especially given his powerlessness in this world ( ... )

nebensonne November 28 2010, 12:55:41 UTC

The sound of his humming preceded him, echoed softly all the way down the corridor and grew in clarity as he approached. Giovanni's back straightened, his eyes sharp on the door, waiting, and he thought, wasn't that perfect. Wasn't his timing perfect, because they had a lot to discuss, and the sooner they could start, the better ( ... )

It is difficult to tl;dr on a cellphone :|a dyingames November 29 2010, 23:14:19 UTC

Joshua tilted his chin upwards, raising an eyebrow, the perfect image of somebody in control, sardonic and amused. As though he weren't anything but, ever since arrival in this place. As though his instincts weren't screaming at him to get the hell out.

"Will there be anything to clean now that you've undoubtably gone through my possessions, or were you kind enough to put them back properly?"

The ex-Composer kept his eyes locked on Giovanni, refusing to drop the facade of comfort even as petulance flared somewhere in his chest. He could practically feel the taller man sizing him up, deeming him weak, easy prey. Comparing this fragile body to that of his true self.

Joshua had never taken well to being judged, being compared with anyone or anything, let alone being decided upon as the inferior. Joshua didn't like to lose, even to himself. Especially to himself ( ... )

nebensonne December 5 2010, 00:03:00 UTC

"Because life doesn't work like riddles do? ... Because the answer is never that transparent."

He watched as Joshua moved compliantly closer, followed his long trail across the room to the couch, and waited until he'd sat tentatively down. It was easy to reacquaint himself with how he looked, and remember why it was that he took an interest in him in the first place: silver hair which reminded of something else, someone else, his white skin. Not the same, though, but he looked a lot like he used to. What he remembered in his flashes of distant memory ( ... )

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