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destinystrings2012-11-26 11:47 pm
drakenguard) wrote in destinystrings2012-11-26 11:47 pm
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08 - Daddy Issues
Who: Yamato Hotsuin and Daichi Shijima hetried
Where: Daichi's apartment - Libra District
Summary: After Shura's birthday party. Yamato is drunk. Daichi is his unfortunate victim.
Warnings: Drunk Yamato, probably some cursing, and so much bitterness it's a lake of dark chocolate.
This seemed like a good idea at the time.
Truthfully, Yamato didn't really know if it was a good idea. His vision was a bit unsteady, like he was standing on the bow of a ship on an unsettled sea, and he felt like he was walking on said ship too. He tried to consciously walk in a straight line, but staring at his feet made him dizzy, and looking down the corridor made him feel ill, so the logical leap was to close his eyes and stagger blindly down the hallway. It was a good idea - up until he almost walked into a wall, and then he remembered that, oh, he would need eyesight to know when he reached his goal.
For the life of him, he couldn't recall where his room was. It was in Libra, yes, but he couldn't remember. He could remember where Daichi Shijima's was though, which was strange, but certainly Daichi would know where he lived, and be able to direct him to it.
Or. Something.
He reached Shijima's room in relatively one piece, although he feared he must be in a complete state. His tie was gone (he couldn't remember where), his coat was gone (Shura had it - he hoped), and his shirt was rather rumpled and splotched with damp patches where the snow had melted, with a thin layer of snowflakes clinging to his silvery hair.
He focused intently on Daichi's door, carefully lifting a hand, and knocking very loudly on the door. Yes. Perfect.
Perfectly executed plan.
hetriedWhere: Daichi's apartment - Libra District
Summary: After Shura's birthday party. Yamato is drunk. Daichi is his unfortunate victim.
Warnings: Drunk Yamato, probably some cursing, and so much bitterness it's a lake of dark chocolate.
This seemed like a good idea at the time.
Truthfully, Yamato didn't really know if it was a good idea. His vision was a bit unsteady, like he was standing on the bow of a ship on an unsettled sea, and he felt like he was walking on said ship too. He tried to consciously walk in a straight line, but staring at his feet made him dizzy, and looking down the corridor made him feel ill, so the logical leap was to close his eyes and stagger blindly down the hallway. It was a good idea - up until he almost walked into a wall, and then he remembered that, oh, he would need eyesight to know when he reached his goal.
For the life of him, he couldn't recall where his room was. It was in Libra, yes, but he couldn't remember. He could remember where Daichi Shijima's was though, which was strange, but certainly Daichi would know where he lived, and be able to direct him to it.
Or. Something.
He reached Shijima's room in relatively one piece, although he feared he must be in a complete state. His tie was gone (he couldn't remember where), his coat was gone (Shura had it - he hoped), and his shirt was rather rumpled and splotched with damp patches where the snow had melted, with a thin layer of snowflakes clinging to his silvery hair.
He focused intently on Daichi's door, carefully lifting a hand, and knocking very loudly on the door. Yes. Perfect.
Perfectly executed plan.
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"Yeah, I'm sure," He replied half-heartedly, only barely hearing what Yamato had said and only barely paying attention when he answered. For now, he had moved away from his bed and to the closet. Seeing as now Daichi had to figure out how he'd sleep, since Yamato had occupied his bed.
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Yamato just ignored how childish this grudge of his was.
He should probably roll away from the edge of the bed though. He was in massive danger of rolling off at any second. With a grunt, he slowly rolled over until he was more on the bed, and facing away from Daichi, curling up into a little ball.