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[madeyouachoker]

Characters: Miyamoto Kazushi ♥ Sportstape, Tomochika Kenji ♥ madeyouachoker
When: Day after Event .5
Where: Apartment BLDG C; Room C4
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Semi-Closed
Rating/Warnings: BoysxDrinksxMakeoutparty

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[madeyouachoker]

"H-How am I supposed to RELAX?" Kenji snapped angrily, tossing his face into his hands with a loud groan, "Dude I just kissed my BEST FRIEND. I KISSED HIM.. and he's a DUDE."

His mind was swimming; while he was making a point to emphasize the fact that they were both male, that was the last thing on his mind.

He was angry--so very angry that Kazushi actually tossed the entire thing on him.

"It wasn't only me--You saw that, didn't you??" He turned and slapped his hands down onto Miles' shoulders, clenching into them slightly. He stared him in the eyes the best he could while he was drunk. "If he'd said to stop, I would have! He... He kissed me back ... and it went farther than it should have--I ... Ah... H-he put his hands on me FIRST."

He had to believe him!

[herr_edgeworth]

Miles braced himself as Kenji began shouting. Something continued to nag him that he should be worried for Kazushi, but perhaps it would be best to give him time to brood. Kenji seemed to be directing most of his attention, anyway

[sportstape]

Kazushi pulled himself to his feet and opened the door a crack. He reached an arm out and retrieved his clothes. They were wet with water and alcohol, and some places were so sticky that he didn't want to put them on. But he didn't want to put on his new clothes, either, because Kenji had picked them out and Kenji...

Well, he wasn't ready to think about this all yet.

So he just put on his pants and left his shirts on the floor. He'd wash them in the sink later.

Across the room, his bed was looking pretty inviting. He sprawled out over the blankets, but didn't fall asleep. He wanted to be awake in case anything interesting happened outside. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, and tried to make a work-out schedule in case he was here long-term. His brain just couldn't think about complex emotions right now. Working out was something simple and comfortable to think about.

[madeyouachoker]

Kenji was nearly hyperventilating on the couch, his hands covering his mouth. "I... I was drinking--but that's... that's besides the point!" He argued, looking back up at Miles slowly.

He had to get out of here. He had to get his things and go back to his room and--FUCK Kazushi. He didn't want to see him. How could he...

"I... I... He blamed the entire thing on me... He... He was just as much to blame..." He stammered, his cheeks growing a little more red as the day's events repeated themselves in his mind, "I swear... Don't you believe me...??"

Why did he get the feeling that everyone was considering him some sort or RAPIST right now?

Sure--he'd kissed him. But who was the one putting their hands up his shirt? Who was the one making stupid comments about dating him if he was a girl?

"Kazushi... didn't act this way until you came in."

And now... Kazushi hated him.