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[burningbow]

Who: Mirai and Taue.
What: Drinking.
Where: Dormroom.
When: Night of Monday 8th, May.

Some time along in the evening, Mirai opened the door and dropped his bag. He practically threw his frustration at Taue, "Right. I'm here and I'm all yours."

After this, he let the door go. He closed his eyes lazily. Opened his blazer gently. He delved to the bottom of his chest pocket and rummaged out the small key he kept on a wooden keyring. Then, locking the door from the inside, he turned gently in a slow half-circle and went to set his backside down somewhere comfortable. Which would be a bed covered in blue linen, found on his side of the room.

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[heirofkobe]

"For us," Taue grinned. "Figured we might be hitting the bottle a couple more nights if things keep on this path."

He wasn't showing a lot of effects from the booze - yet anyway, or if he was, he seemed to be a happier sort of tipsy.

"So, let's talk," he managed, the liquid courage perhaps lending its namesake strength to Shinichiro. "You holding up okay? I mean...you two got along a little better than she and I did. Imagine it's even worse for you."

[burningbow]

"Yeah. It's terrible," sounded Mirai's voice from behind his drink. But, however, when he spoke his tone was evenly on the fence between feigning sarcasm and being depressingly honest.

He then groaned. This deep conversation was all he needed.

"Huh. Yeah. Perhaps it is."

[heirofkobe]

"Let's cut the nonsense, shall we," Taue asked a moment later, propping himself up against his bed's headboard, drink in hand, taking a few more sips. "We're fucked. Irrevocably, hopelessly fucked. Flying without a net into who knows what."

Sighing heavily, he looked across the room at Mirai.

"We don't really like each other, I don't think. But that doesn't really matter anymore. We've got to get out of this in one piece, and if we're going to do that, we've got to talk to each other. Power of Friendship bullshit, I know, but this whole thing's a little ridiculous anyway."

[burningbow]

Mirai dirtily stared at his roommate for some time. The fury on his face at being commanded to do something was very simple. He irritably twitched, but Taue gave his response first and he was wondering by now if it was dangerous to say what anger he was thinking.

He put his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. His eyes were narrow, his lips were a thin line, and his emotions were barely there. His heart was longing for home.

"It's ridiculous and I failed. You wouldn't want me watching your back anyway," he said absentmindedly. "Now shut up and," he sipped a drink, "ask me a proper question."