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harmonize_rpg2013-10-22 10:42 pm
burningbow) wrote in harmonize_rpg2013-10-22 10:42 pm
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Who: Ryouya and Mirai.
Where: Kyoto.
When: Tuesday, May 2nd, early morning.
What: An unavoidable conversation.
Mirai kept a quiet foot on the stairs, but still they creaked underneath. It might have woken up the entire house. It took him a moment to climb down their steep steps - and on several times did he certainly remain still and teeter and tense, which he stopped by bracing himself by spreading his hands on the walls. It took him a long time to get to the bottom. Then he was off, showing no regard for the generations of feet that had passed first.
He began to search for the umbrella stand. He helped himself to a small parasol and hooked the handle over his arm. Then he picked up a coat, tying up the belt first, and then searching the pockets with his fingers. And he found a couple of coins. He threw his rucksack against his back when he lifted it from the floor, and still he just stood there. He was twisting back. He could hear the noise of his father moving in the kitchen. Cupboard doors and footfalls and boiling water. The radio was switched on, which was what had drawn his attention.
He groaned, then quietly headed towards the front door. A conversation was all he needed.
Where: Kyoto.
When: Tuesday, May 2nd, early morning.
What: An unavoidable conversation.
Mirai kept a quiet foot on the stairs, but still they creaked underneath. It might have woken up the entire house. It took him a moment to climb down their steep steps - and on several times did he certainly remain still and teeter and tense, which he stopped by bracing himself by spreading his hands on the walls. It took him a long time to get to the bottom. Then he was off, showing no regard for the generations of feet that had passed first.
He began to search for the umbrella stand. He helped himself to a small parasol and hooked the handle over his arm. Then he picked up a coat, tying up the belt first, and then searching the pockets with his fingers. And he found a couple of coins. He threw his rucksack against his back when he lifted it from the floor, and still he just stood there. He was twisting back. He could hear the noise of his father moving in the kitchen. Cupboard doors and footfalls and boiling water. The radio was switched on, which was what had drawn his attention.
He groaned, then quietly headed towards the front door. A conversation was all he needed.
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He said assuredly, "I see. That's how you got to the top, huh? So you didn't work hard at all?" He seemed quite eager to have an excuse to be lazy.
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"You don't get anything in life if you aren't willing to work for it and to keep it. Connections and resources happen because of that work. Even a philanderer like you should know toys don't just come to you."
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His father was droning on so much that the advice he offered was out of mind. He had no difficulty understanding the hidden threat. His jaw clenched. He knew that if he said anything at the time he might well have been grounded, and he refused to permit that to happen.
"Are you finished?" he asked, staring off into space.
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He picked his coffee back up and began walking towards the living room where his laptop was. He barely turned back to remind Mirai,
"Remember, five o'clock sharp."
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Ryouya might have been talking from the hall, but Mirai was already behind him when he entered the living room. And their paths separated at that moment. He pulled his coat on again, taking it from where it lay on the rack. He took his bag, and shut the door behind him without worrying about the noise.