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destinystrings2013-03-09 10:17 am
jumyouboshi) wrote in destinystrings2013-03-09 10:17 am
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☆ 001; an unexpected visit
Who: some white-haired lamers Alcor (jumyouboshi) and Yamato Hotsuin (drakenguard)
Where: Libra 6-02, aka Alcor's apartment.
Summary: Alcor gets a visit from one of the last people he expected. While said person is drunk, at that.
Warnings: Alcor and Yamato interacting within a 10 feet radius. Hideousness is inevitable.
[Nobody visited Alcor.
At least, nobody visited Alcor's apartment. First of all, he didn't even need an apartment to live in, as humans did. He didn't need to sleep, eat, drink, use the bathroom, shower, and so on. He wasn't even in his apartment at least 90% of the time, preferring to observe humans in the outdoors, whether it was on top of buildings, or sitting on park benches. It was a wonder he kept it anyway.
But there was a slight bit of comfort to be found in having a "private space" to one's self, he found. Granted, it was nothing new for him to be alone, but he wasn't really alone here, was he? Especially with his other self literally hovering out and about. However, he didn't want to trouble the others with his well-being and presence, and so he opted to keep this space of his. Besides, he did use the electricity to fiddle around with human technology more, typing away at a laptop he had gotten himself (bought? taken from a store? who knows?) sometimes.
The fact remained however, that nobody visited Alcor. It was always he who came to them, to understand their ways of thinking, or to provide hints when they needed it. Not the other way around, for he was elusive and ever watching from a distance. They could attempt to contact him, but if he didn't want to be found, he would not be found. That was all right though, as he usually appeared when you needed it.Aside from the Tsuutenkaku incident.
So it was very strange that Alcor, sitting around in the apartment for once, heard sounds at his door. Some scratching, a grunt or two, and the clink of...keys? Followed by more scratching. Was someone trying to get in? He had thought it was human custom to knock instead of using force to get into a human habitation.
Obviously, that warranted more investigation, which is why he got up from his chair and floated over toward the door, but did not open it. Yet.]
jumyouboshi) and Yamato Hotsuin (drakenguard)Where: Libra 6-02, aka Alcor's apartment.
Summary: Alcor gets a visit from one of the last people he expected. While said person is drunk, at that.
Warnings: Alcor and Yamato interacting within a 10 feet radius. Hideousness is inevitable.
[Nobody visited Alcor.
At least, nobody visited Alcor's apartment. First of all, he didn't even need an apartment to live in, as humans did. He didn't need to sleep, eat, drink, use the bathroom, shower, and so on. He wasn't even in his apartment at least 90% of the time, preferring to observe humans in the outdoors, whether it was on top of buildings, or sitting on park benches. It was a wonder he kept it anyway.
But there was a slight bit of comfort to be found in having a "private space" to one's self, he found. Granted, it was nothing new for him to be alone, but he wasn't really alone here, was he? Especially with his other self literally hovering out and about. However, he didn't want to trouble the others with his well-being and presence, and so he opted to keep this space of his. Besides, he did use the electricity to fiddle around with human technology more, typing away at a laptop he had gotten himself (bought? taken from a store? who knows?) sometimes.
The fact remained however, that nobody visited Alcor. It was always he who came to them, to understand their ways of thinking, or to provide hints when they needed it. Not the other way around, for he was elusive and ever watching from a distance. They could attempt to contact him, but if he didn't want to be found, he would not be found. That was all right though, as he usually appeared when you needed it.
So it was very strange that Alcor, sitting around in the apartment for once, heard sounds at his door. Some scratching, a grunt or two, and the clink of...keys? Followed by more scratching. Was someone trying to get in? He had thought it was human custom to knock instead of using force to get into a human habitation.
Obviously, that warranted more investigation, which is why he got up from his chair and floated over toward the door, but did not open it. Yet.]
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...[he set the glass down] I...acted shamefully last night.
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...I would advise you to refrain from such behavior in the future.
[Who was to say what was a shameful action and what was not? Yamato probably embarrassed himself greatly, but Alcor didn't really mind. ...Okay, he minded a little bit, because of the vomiting and the insults and whatnot, but far, far less than a normal person would.
Yamato was capable of deciding things for himself, it was his choice to drink himself into such a stupor that his body reacted in such a way, effectively poisoning it, and he had to deal with the consequences. Alcor, as always, was simply an observer, respecting that choice to an almost extreme degree. He would give humans the means to make their own choices, not coddling them, and would only assist them as much as he thought fair. (Excluding certain extreme situations.)]
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[Yamato lied back down, his chuckles holding an edge of self-disgust. If even Alcor agreed...truthfully, after realising what a pathetic, wreck of a man he had become... Yamato wasn't all that inclined to drink for a while yet]
...I apologise for...vomiting on you.
[He hated Alcor, but no one deserved being thrown up on in his opinion.]
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It was a natural bodily reaction to ingesting such amounts of alcohol.
[It wasn't as if he was disgusted by biology, after all. He had been around ever since humans were created, before clothing, plumbing, and whatnot were even invented.]
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[Of course Alcor wouldn't care.
Yamato let the topic drop, remaining lying on his side with his face half-buried into the pillow as he watched Alcor from beneath his eyelashes, looking close to falling asleep again]
Why didn't you relocate me to my own room?
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[...Not that he cared about trespassing. But. It's the thought that counts.
Although that was a poor excuse for Yamato, most likely. The other knew that Alcor hardly cared about such matters, after all.]
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...right, because you care so much about that.
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Would it have made a difference if it were your room or mine? You were in no condition to be left alone regardless.
[...Which is a roundabout Alcor way of saying he would have stayed with Yamato anyway.]
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[Yamato caught that roundabout meaning, and he suddenly looked discomforted. He didn't really understand it personally... he abused and raged against Alcor, but he, both of them, still slinked back to him with offers of help and assistance, as if they didn't- it didn't make sense. Did Alcor think he could worm back into his good graces that way? Did he think Yamato was still easily manipulated?
Why did he...]
You have... no reason to ensure my safety...
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...What reason do I need?
[ What reason did he need to give humans the Demon Summoning App? What reason did he need to assist them against his own kin? What reason did he have to protect a concert hall a single human girl cared about so?]
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[Yamato winced instantly after that snap though, the raised voice giving him a brief, blinding headache. He pressed a hand to his temple, his lips pressing into a thin line]
...due to our history, it is, perplexing as to why you would even care about such things, unless you had an ulterior motive...
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[Alcor looked at him with an expression of slight disappointment. Was kindness really a foreign concept to Yamato...? Actually, he knew the answer to that, and he knew whose fault that it was so. ...His fault, of course. Always his fault.]
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[Yamato's voice trailed off into a bitter mutter, turning his head fully into the pillow as his hand dropped]
I'm too tired to play your mind games.
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[It wasn't as if Alcor needed that pillow or bed anyway. It might as well be used by someone.]