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destinystrings2013-07-06 07:42 am
thisclinchesit) wrote in destinystrings2013-07-06 07:42 am
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The T One/Third Verse, Almost the Same As the Second and First
Who: Shoutarou and Open!
Where: Pisces District, nighttime, but before the 13th hour.
Summary: FINAL ATTACK RIDE: M-M-M-MANPAIN
Warnings: Language, narm, butthurt, waaaaaaaangst and moping.
One would think that after the third time of being cut off from Philip, Shoutarou would be used to it. After all, he knows his partner's still alive at this point. So it's just a simple matter of time until they see each other again, right?
Wrong!
This Philip, it wasn't his Philip. This one came from a universe where they didn't screw up. A universe that still exists, and wasn't destroyed by a bunch of nasty reality-eating space bugs from hell. This Philip can go back home, and see his friends. Their friends. Friends that Shoutarou hasn't seen in...god knows how long, at this point. Months? A year? Something like that. Friends that he doesn't even know if they survived the attack by the Ohm in his universe. After all, Stacy and the GIA couldn't save everyone...
So this time it's less him being mopey over losing his partner than it is him being a selfish, bitter, jerk over a situation that's out of his control. Granted, a situation that he has every right to be mad about, but still. He's also kinda tipsy, 'cause unlike actual hard-boiled detectives, Shoutarou can't hold his liquor very well. He's stumbling down the sidewalk, trying to find his way home. Well. It's technically home, but it sure doesn't feel like it without anyone else there. He pauses on one street, leaning on the wall of a building to catch his breath. He pulls out a red and silver thing and stares at it for several moments. His face goes through a gamut of emotions before he finally balls his free hand into a fist and smacks it against the wall before hauling off and throwing the device several feet down the street, and then yells at it: "DAMN YOU, PHILIP!"
Where: Pisces District, nighttime, but before the 13th hour.
Summary: FINAL ATTACK RIDE: M-M-M-MANPAIN
Warnings: Language, narm, butthurt, waaaaaaaangst and moping.
One would think that after the third time of being cut off from Philip, Shoutarou would be used to it. After all, he knows his partner's still alive at this point. So it's just a simple matter of time until they see each other again, right?
Wrong!
This Philip, it wasn't his Philip. This one came from a universe where they didn't screw up. A universe that still exists, and wasn't destroyed by a bunch of nasty reality-eating space bugs from hell. This Philip can go back home, and see his friends. Their friends. Friends that Shoutarou hasn't seen in...god knows how long, at this point. Months? A year? Something like that. Friends that he doesn't even know if they survived the attack by the Ohm in his universe. After all, Stacy and the GIA couldn't save everyone...
So this time it's less him being mopey over losing his partner than it is him being a selfish, bitter, jerk over a situation that's out of his control. Granted, a situation that he has every right to be mad about, but still. He's also kinda tipsy, 'cause unlike actual hard-boiled detectives, Shoutarou can't hold his liquor very well. He's stumbling down the sidewalk, trying to find his way home. Well. It's technically home, but it sure doesn't feel like it without anyone else there. He pauses on one street, leaning on the wall of a building to catch his breath. He pulls out a red and silver thing and stares at it for several moments. His face goes through a gamut of emotions before he finally balls his free hand into a fist and smacks it against the wall before hauling off and throwing the device several feet down the street, and then yells at it: "DAMN YOU, PHILIP!"
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