|this is me (roughwaters) wrote in repose,|
@ 2016-01-07 22:36:00
|Entry tags:||*log, tae joon, yuki minato|
[Log: Yuki and TJ]
Who: Yuki and TJ
What: Meeting up after the train
When: Just after leaving the train
Yuki left his dance partner the moment the lights came up, blending in with the crowd after a quickly murmured ‘thank you’, then stomped his way out of the train station before stopping off to the side, looking around and waiting on TJ, hoping he was somewhere. He’d lost him on the train, got drug into dancing, and figured that the whole thing was more up his master’s alley than his. He shoved his hands into the pockets of the borrowed pants and bounced on his feet in the snow to keep warm, watching the people go by pushing up on his toes from time to time to find his friend.
TJ felt like he was walking on air. What a wonderful conversation he’d had with his lovely new friend and her style of pretty conversation. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his threadbare pants and headed out of the train, looking instantly around for Yuki. He wasn’t hard to find, not with that shock of blonde hair, and he navigated over to his friend with a bright smile on his face. “Did you have fun?”
“No.” Yuki hadn’t at all. The dancing thing, that was kind of nice, but the rest, no, not fun. He made a face at TJ’s stupid smile before tilting his head back towards their house. “Did you?” He could tell what the answer was, but asked anyway.
He walked beside Yuki, happiness only slightly diminished by Yuki’s perception of the train ride. “I did, but why didn’t you? It was a fun train ride. What was the whole point of it, fun, wasn’t it?” Stepping closer to Yuki, TJ smiled at the falling snow around them, even looking behind them to see their tracks in the snow. “Do you know that was my first train ride?”
“It was dark,” Yuki pointed out before rolling his eyes. It was technically his too, but he’d seen the public subways in cities they’d been in and been on those. He supposed it was his first real train, but that wasn’t really exciting. “Some woman grabbed me and drug me into a dance.”
TJ barked a laugh at that, something hearty and reminiscent of the happiness he’d felt earlier that still permeated through him. “Wish I had been there to see it. Show me your dance moves. What did she have you dance? Was it a jig? Jigs are my favorite.”
“No. It was just...swaying.” Yuki blushed all over again at the thought of his hands on her hips and shook his hair into his eyes like it might cover his cheeks. “She said something about a jitterbug? But she didn’t know what that was.” It still sounded like something that might kill both of them. “And I tripped over someone else. It wasn’t fun.”
“Just swaying, huh?” He asked, elbowing his friend as he saw Yuki blushing. He liked teasing Yuki. It made him giddy to see his friend embarrassed in a way that TJ couldn’t really explain. “Jitterbug. It sounds like a dance, maybe…” He didn’t know it, though. He didn’t know any real formal dances at all. “Do you know who you tripped over?”
“It sounds like an illness,” Yuki corrected, pushing TJ back. “And just swaying. I have no idea why. Seems pointless.” Minus the touching part. That was less pointless. But it was weird because it was dark and he had no idea who she was. “Nope. Just some guy.”
“Did you talk to either of these people or did you just sway and trip?” TJ asked, looking back over at Yuki. Maybe he shouldn’t have wandered away from his friend on the train. Maybe he should have kept him closer to make sure Yuki didn’t feel the way he seemed to feel right now.
“I talked to her a little. And him. He said I should be glad he’s a nice guy and didn’t just leave me on the floor. She was...happy.” She reminded him of TJ which just made Yuki blush more, but he wasn’t sure why that time.
TJ bristled a little. “...What did he sound like?” He asked, glancing over at TJ. “The sound of his voice? Did you get anything descriptive out of him?” Because no one, no one talked to Yuki that way. The woman he could come back to, but he needed to discern if there was a threat against Yuki that he needed to correct first.
“No, nothing descriptive. And it’s fine. He wasn’t upset or anything, he was nice enough. I just felt like an idiot.” Yuki shook his head and shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. “I don’t belong in that kind of place.”
Well, that was even more concerning than being. “Why would you think that?” That meant that Yuki was still….what was the term, down on himself? Frowning, he turned to look at Yuki closer. “Of course you do. Just like the girl I met on the train deserves to be there too. You both belong right where you are.”
Yuki raised an eyebrow at TJ. “You met a girl on the train? Like a girl girl?”
“Yes, like a girl girl. What does that mean, like a girl girl?” He asked, confused by the statement even after he’d answered it. “I met a woman on the train and we had a nice conversation about the state of darkness and whether or not it was strange. We’re going to meet again sometime not on the train. I think she could use some support. She mentioned how everyone thought she was bad and I don’t see it. Just like I didn’t see it in you.”
“There wasn’t anything to see in me. I wasn’t a person.” Yuki rolled his eyes before laughing. “You’re going on a date with a girl you met in the dark. Only you.” That sounded like something TJ would get himself into. Of course he would.
“Is it a date? I don’t know that it is a date,” He said, before stopping their pace to take hold of Yuki’s shoulders and make him look up at him. “There was a lot to see in you then, Yuki, and there is a lot to see in you now. Stop that.”
“It sounds like a date.” Yuki stopped when TJ took his shoulders, ducking his head. “I know. I just would have rather spent time with you than someone else.”
Softening, TJ watched Yuki for another moment and then moved, starting their pace again with his arm wrapped around Yuki’s shoulders. “Next time we’re on a train, I’ll make sure we’re together,” He promised.
“It’s probably not a date.” At least, TJ didn’t assume it was a date. He wasn’t very well versed in human dating rituals, despite his time around them. “I do think you’d probably like the girl I met. She had a way of talking that I haven’t heard in decades. You two might actually have a lot to talk about.”
“Why would we have anything to talk about?” Yuki asked, deciding he didn’t like the girl already. Not if TJ had a date with her.
“Why are you so opposed to talking to new people?” TJ countered, looking back over at Yuki gently.
Yuki shrugged. “I’m not opposed to it. I’m just not a fan. I don’t want to hang out with some girl you’re going to start dating.”
“Yuki...I’m not dating this girl,” He said simply, a confused look passing on his face. Why was Yuki acting this way? What was TJ missing? “I’ve made us a friend and I think you would like her.”
Yuki wasn’t even sure why he was acting the way he was, just sure that he was annoyed as hell at the idea of TJ dating someone. “Fine, fine,” he grumbled, but turned more into TJ. “Can we just go home? I want to change. And I don’t want to be anywhere near that train. It gives me the creeps.”
"Of course we can go home." TJ looped his arm around Yuki again and led them toward their house. "Let's go start a fire and sleep in tomorrow."
Yuki nodded leaning into TJ. "Yeah, I like that. No more trains for a while."
TJ nodded. "Ok, no more trains for a while. But maybe a bicycle. Or roller blades...I've never tried those either."
"You'll kill yourself on rollerblades." It made Yuki smile though, which he guessed was the point. "Maybe less wheels."
"Maybe less wheels, but still something fun," He promised, smiling as he continued to head them toward home.