[CLOSED] Celebration Time, COME ON!

[drakenguard]

Who: Yamato Hotsuin and Shura demifemme
Where: Taurus Ward
When: Night on the day of Shura's Tournament Match
Summary: Celebratory night out on one of Yamato's rare days off
Warnings: Taurus ward so...yes.

The sky was completely dark at this time in the early evening, and the temperature was dropping with each passing minute. Yamato was not in his usual long coat, but instead in a warm looking winter coat with a thick, pale coloured scarf topping the ensemble. His JP's uniform was mostly for show, not for warmth, and he didn't do too well in the cold.

He was standing on the edge of the Taurus Ward, looking as severe as usual. He was ten minutes early for his and Shura's meeting time, waiting beneath a tall looking street lamp. He didn't look impatient, and actually seemed to be lost in thought, gazing up at the dark sky with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hm, it was even starting to snow a little...

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[demifemme]

Shura nods slowly, not sure what to do here. Actually, she wanted to hug Yamato, or at least touch his hand, tell him everything was gonna be okay, but to what end? She couldn't make such a promise to him. She couldn't correct what she glimpsed as a horrible childhood. She couldn't bring his sister to him. And how lame would it be to say "sorry" again? This had all happened in Yamato's world, where she had no influence in any way.

So in the end, she touched his gloved hand lightly.

[drakenguard]

Yamato looked confused at the light touch against his hand, his fingers twitching slightly as he pulled away a little in confusion. What had that been for?

"Hm? Is something the matter?" he asked, straightening up a bit. Physical affection/comfort, what is that (no seriously).

[demifemme]

"I don't know, I just... wanted to comfort you, but I didn't know what to say." She took her hand back, then sipped her drink.

[drakenguard]

"Comfort- oh, don't misunderstand," Yamato said, looking a bit awkward, "I do not require comfort over such a topic. There is nothing to be comforted for."

Yeah, Yamato doesn't think he had such a horrible childhood. He got top-notch education, the best tutors money could buy, a means to defend himself with or without demons or the demon summoning app, a good career (even if it had a high mortality rate)...

Even if the childhood had been cold, lonely, and loveless, and very abusive. Let's not get into the whole reducing his worth to a 'tool', or squashing anything resembling compassion out of him, or that the stress of such a demanding childhood made Yamato cry himself to sleep nearly every night.

He'd take such things to the grave - and the crying was looked upon with great shame.

[demifemme]

"Okay... if you're sure." This relationship is so not done being awkward sometimes, nope.

[drakenguard]

"I'm sure," Yamato said, and judging by his tone, that particular part of this topic was firmly closed.

"In any case," he continued after a pause, "There is no need to worry about myself or my sister. This brings us to our prior topic, though," there was a small, enigmatic smile on his lips. "Strength is not something that can be easily separated by gender."

[demifemme]

"Hm... that's true," she said. "In my world, it was a girl who conceived the Reason of Yosuga, which claims that only the strong should survive and the weak should be eliminated." Chiaki, why? "And I am the Hitoshura."

[drakenguard]

"Exactly. So for current society to believe that women should only be brood mares or housekeepers is nothing short of ridiculous," Yamato snorted. "I cannot stand the thought of living in a place that condones such corrupt thinking. I have gotten rather complacent here..."

Meritocracy ideas rising...

[demifemme]

"Hey hey hey," she says as she hails the waitress for another drink for Yamato, "no conceiving Reasons here!"

[drakenguard]

"I'm merely dwelling on the current state of affairs," Yamato sniffed, frowning as the waitress moved over. "Oh, are we getting drunk tonight?" He had only been planning on having a few drinks...

[demifemme]

Shura chuckled. "Got plans? It's only your second drink..." She laughed. "I remember last time I got drunk... Futomimi would have kicked my ass."

[drakenguard]

"Last time I got drunk..." Yamato muttered, and he paused, suddenly looking briefly embarrassed. "Well..."

Something happened with Kaito, that's all he remembers.

[demifemme]

"... something happened?" Hopefully it was not something bad...

[drakenguard]

"I'm not entirely sure," Yamato admitted. "It involved Kaito - it was during that New Years party."

[demifemme]

"Oh... that kinda sucks. I hope it wasn't anything bad..."

[drakenguard]

"I don't think it was," Yamato shrugged his shoulders, looking like he'd rather change the subject. "...in any case, I suppose getting a bit tipsy would be fine."

[demifemme]

Shura nodded with enthusiasm. "Yeah! Not drunk, just a little warmed up." She called the waitress for a Sex on the Beach. "I don't do drunk very well anyway I'm afraid."

[drakenguard]

Yamato rubbed his chin in thought. "Is that so...? I seem to recall you being a very, ah, affectionate drunk on your birthday."

[demifemme]

Shura stared at Yamato open-mouthed, then hid her face in her hands, blushing at the implication.

[drakenguard]

Yamato chuckled quietly at Shura's embarrassed show, leaning back in his seat. "It was a bit awkward to watch, admittedly."

[demifemme]

Shura shook her head, still holding it in her hands. "Do I even want to know?"

[drakenguard]

"Probably not," Yamato said, deciding to be somewhat merciful. "Although I will say it is lucky that our waitress from that time is not on duty - from what I can see, anyway."

[demifemme]

Shura groaned as her drink was brought to her. "Definitely not getting drunk then."

[drakenguard]

Yamato laughed a little, genuinely amused as his own drink was set down as well. "You can if you want, if you trust me to control your drunken affections."

[demifemme]

"Oh I trust you, I just don't wanna start lavishing my affection on you. It'd be super awkward afterwards... and Ideo might get jealous." She grinned.