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Tweak says, "Oh no keeeeeeee!"

Takagi Noboru (brophones) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-06-15 13:25:00

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kouki, noboru

AND NOW FOR YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED TROLLING
WHO: Noboru, Kouki.
WHAT: A chance encounter.
WHEN: After school, post-Seikodungeon, whenever Kiriko is bitching out Toru.
WHERE: Bench on the school grounds.
WHY: Noboru really needs to start thinking these things through.

Contrary to popular belief, Noboru could function for things other than Bothering Toru. It was about a thousand times more boring, but it was possible.

He wasn't entirely sure if this counted, though, as Toru-free time.

He was seated at a bench on the school grounds, not quite willing to go back to his dorm yet and be fenced in by the walls and his piles of crap, with a black cat plush seated beside him and notebook open on his lap. Occasionally, he would get up to pace in front of the bench, notebook still in hand, clearly moving with a sort of nervous energy.

It had to be done, he thought, but that didn't make it any easier.

Sitting back down, his eyes strayed to the Gotou merchandise cat plush seated beside him, before he finally set pen to paper and began to hesitantly begin a letter.

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brophones
2010-06-15 08:06 pm UTC (link)

"Not when you're involved," Noboru grumbled as Kouki slid in next to him.

Noboru quirked an eyebrow at Kouki's understated reaction. No jumping on him, no ridiculous hand signs, no weird metaphors involving aliens from sea planets? The stuff about the cedar tree, he knew, was fairly tame for Kouki.

"But you have to be sometimes. Otherwise..." He looked down at his letter and sighed. "How are you ever going to really get close to someone?"

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kykyoshida
2010-06-15 09:50 pm UTC (link)

"Awww, you flatter me, Takagi-han." He refrained from leaning on or touching Noboru this time, and kept his hands in his lap. He barely even tried to lean over to look at Noboru's letter.

"...Maybe. I've never really had to worry about that, you know? But..." He fell silent, then gave a friendly little punch to Noboru's side. "Now you're making me think there would be a time like that! I don't wanna have to worry about so much stuff..."

The look in Kouki's eyes was as unreadable as usual, but had a strange, distant quality to it. "You aren't all that great at serious stuff, are you? What're you gonna do about this?"

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brophones
2010-06-16 03:05 am UTC (link)

...Okay. This was not Kouki. It was an impostor, definitely. Nothing in the world could affect Kouki enough to make him so...mellow.

Noboru regarded him cautiously as he spoke, and didn't even frown or push at Kouki when the underclassman punched him. Instead, he hit him back, gently still. "There always is that time, someday. ...Yeah, neither do I."

"What'll I do?" Noboru looked perplexed at this for a moment, then he looked down at his lap. Deftly, he took hold of the edge of the sheet of notebook paper and ripped it out, and once it was free from the notebook, he scrutinized it for a moment before taking it between both hands and ripping it to pieces. "Well, I'm not gonna face it like this."

He let the pieces fall where they may as he tore it up, some landing on the ground and others scattering around him on the bench or in his lap. That felt good. Symbolic. He would've just said, "Fuck it," and left them there if he wasn't paranoid about them being picked up and put back together by some nosy passerby.

He stooped down to pick them all up, shoving them to the bottom of his backpack for safekeeping until he could dispose of them somewhere that wasn't his and Toru's dorm room. As he did, he spoke to Kouki. "What about you? I took my step, what are you going to do, Yoshida? Burying your head in the sand only works for so long."

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kykyoshida
2010-06-16 05:23 pm UTC (link)

"Ya think?" Kouki leaned back in his seat, and put a hand to his chin, as if to stroke a nonexistent goatee. "Guess you might be right. And that... makes everything harder." A look of concern flickered in his eyes for a moment, before flitting away to parts unknown.

When Noboru tore out, and then up, the letter, his unwanted companion watched him do so. Neither surprise nor amusement showed in his face; rather, Kouki displayed a scrutinizing glance. "That certainly was a step. What're you gonna do now? Talk to Ishinomori?"

After the upperclassman had finished picking up the pieces of his now-shredded letter, Kouki stood and stretched. "I still need to figure that out, though. Because I've been living life as an ostrich. Living like that is easier, right? Maybe the next step is just figuring out what steps to take.... I guess."

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brophones
2010-06-17 03:00 am UTC (link)

"You can do it, jerk," Noboru said, falling easily into his big brother mode that he usually reserved for people he liked. Usually. "Don't say it's too hard before you've tried."

"...I guess I'll have to, right?" He sighed, and clenched his hands over his knees just slightly. "Talk about hard."

"Now you've got it!" He moved as if he were going to ruffle Kouki's hair, then made a face as he thought better of it. It was Yoshida. Tomorrow morning the freak would probably...smear peanut butter on Noboru's legs or something, and their relationship would be back to one-sided animosity, as it should be. "You'll figure it out. You're friends with Okinawa-kun, right? (Whether Kouki would grasp this as Noboru's nickname for Kai, Noboru never thought.) So you've at least got one guy to help."

He stood up, picking up his things and shoving them in his bag with the abandoned letter. "I'll see you around, Yoshida," was all he said before walking away.

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