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harmonize_rpg2013-09-23 12:41 am
burningbow) wrote in harmonize_rpg2013-09-23 12:41 am
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Who: Mirai and Taue.
Where: Sugi Dorm, Room 618.
When: Monday 24th April, night.
What: Training discussion.
Mirai came inside after visiting the bathroom with his dirty clothes bundled underneath his arm. He was wearing his dark blue nightclothes and his hair was wet and stuck to his face. He slung closed the door to the room. His eyes and lips were thin with fury, his cheeks swollen and his nose up somewhat defiantly.
He was clearly not at all happy about the extra demands on his time. The water on his face seemed to billow off him like vapour. His eyes slanted towards the roommate sitting on his bed. This probably explained the way he felt. He was utterly tired of everything.
"If you ask me," he said, moodily dumping his uniform in a pile beside the foot of his bed. "It looks like our friends can hold their own."
He bent to pick the blazer up and place it on the back of his chair. He was lying about what he thought for a purpose - probably there was no better way about learning what his roommate thought about things than when he was raising his voice. He knew he could not hide much from his roommate. In the hectic pace of training, he had grumbled while everyone brought wind to life and blew those targets to the moon.
But when he finally put his spirit to task he had felt some power that showed him there was another way to have a good time. He blinked water out of his eyes and relished the thought of an argument. Then he calmly climbed into bed, where he turned on his elbow and stared at Taue. "What did you think of today?"
Where: Sugi Dorm, Room 618.
When: Monday 24th April, night.
What: Training discussion.
Mirai came inside after visiting the bathroom with his dirty clothes bundled underneath his arm. He was wearing his dark blue nightclothes and his hair was wet and stuck to his face. He slung closed the door to the room. His eyes and lips were thin with fury, his cheeks swollen and his nose up somewhat defiantly.
He was clearly not at all happy about the extra demands on his time. The water on his face seemed to billow off him like vapour. His eyes slanted towards the roommate sitting on his bed. This probably explained the way he felt. He was utterly tired of everything.
"If you ask me," he said, moodily dumping his uniform in a pile beside the foot of his bed. "It looks like our friends can hold their own."
He bent to pick the blazer up and place it on the back of his chair. He was lying about what he thought for a purpose - probably there was no better way about learning what his roommate thought about things than when he was raising his voice. He knew he could not hide much from his roommate. In the hectic pace of training, he had grumbled while everyone brought wind to life and blew those targets to the moon.
But when he finally put his spirit to task he had felt some power that showed him there was another way to have a good time. He blinked water out of his eyes and relished the thought of an argument. Then he calmly climbed into bed, where he turned on his elbow and stared at Taue. "What did you think of today?"
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Home did have better food and furnishings than the dorm, but the company, especially when his dad was on one of his "future of TaueCorp" kicks, was roughly equivalent.
"Besides, bad idea to go home when I've got all this headgod shit stuck in my head. What about you? Your dad's pretty important, I hear."
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"No, he isn't. He's just my father."
Anyone could come in here and ask him about his old man and find his reaction the same. If Taue was to try and find a bitter one, he would be displeased. In fact, he was simply indifferent. He got up and seated himself portentously on the edge of the bed. The thought of discussing this issue so underwhelmed him that he turned his gaze heavenward and chose to address the issue, regardless of his reservations. This was something he could handle in his sleep.
"But yeah. I guess so? The old man had to pull some big strings to rush me in here. Your dad's pretty famous, right?"