sinnersalwayspay: (It's the battle in me)
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[There's not much to tell about the girl leaning against a wall as if waiting for someone, a thick criminology textbook craddled in her arms. She's prepared this time, sweeping the room with a quick glance every once and awhile. It's staged just so to give the impression of patience, but she's clearly on edge. Whatever she's waiting for, she doesn't seem to be looking forward to it.]

Date: 2012-08-23 02:01 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[he's not waiting for anybody, he's just trying to get some errands done with the help of the doors and go home. yeah it's risky, but he's moving pretty quick and doing his best to exude a Fuck Directly Off kind of vibe. but of course she'd still be around. he smells her before he sees her, and it makes his eye twitch.]

Date: 2012-08-23 02:36 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (The setting sun and rising sun)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[annnnnnnnd migraine.] Does your job not keep you busy enough? Go home.

Date: 2012-08-23 02:40 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Should be torn to pieces)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
Charming. [his smile doesn't even try to be a smile.] Goodbye.

Date: 2012-08-23 02:47 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (This time I'll be bulletproof.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[well that stops him in his tracks.

he turns around, slowly.]


I beg your pardon?

Date: 2012-08-23 02:51 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (This time I'll be bulletproof.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[you'd think he might ask any sort of question about the sudden topic of this conversation, but, no.]

I'm not telling him that.

Date: 2012-08-23 02:54 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (We are excuses to remain alone.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
Then it's going to be someone else. If they get past me.

Date: 2012-08-23 03:03 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (When the light is almost gone)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
I am not. Telling him. That.

Date: 2012-08-23 03:17 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (I smoke my friends down to the filter.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[Arashi only stares at the envelope, making no move to take it.]

What's in it?

Date: 2012-08-23 03:24 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (This cold black cloud is coming down.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[his eyes narrow at her, but after a minute or so, he reaches out and accepts the letter. he doesn't look pleased about it, but when does he ever look pleased about anything.]

Date: 2012-08-23 03:35 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[.....oh, damn Harvestman for making him even remotely a nicer person.]

Listen. [he does his best to soften the scowl into vague disapproval.] Since you're making me your little messenger boy, I get to make your opinion my business, and I think you should reconsider. At the very least, don't go making any judgment calls while you're angry.

Date: 2012-08-23 03:46 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Not held down by who I used to be.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[he sighs and rolls his head back for a second.]

You sure? Because you'd be justified. I'm not saying you shouldn't be angry. And I'm not saying you should talk to him right now, either. Just give it some time, all right? Whatever you think about him, don't just write him off.

Date: 2012-08-23 04:00 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (This time I'll be bulletproof.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
"You dead"? That's diplomatic. Look, I said what I wanted. You have a pleasant evening.

Date: 2012-08-23 04:12 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (We are excuses to remain alone.)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
I heard you the first time. But I'm on his side, not yours.

[and he's not sticking around to hear any more things like this, because it makes him irritable.]

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