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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-08-24 17:50:00

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kiriko, kozue

Who: Kiriko & Kozue
What: Reunited and it feels so good
When: Post-dungeon
Where: Dorm
Why: BFFs?

The movers might as well have painted her half of the dorm grey, in Kiriko's opinion.

Gone were the mahogany cabinets, filled with dresses for all occasions and at least two pairs of matching shoes to boot. The handsome vanity with curving arms to hold a broad mirror had been replaced with a squat desk, standard issue to the dorms, with a cheap tilted mirror on top of it. Most of the makeup and product that had once littered the top of it was gone, too - only the basics, only things she had bought with her own money. She had to fight for her facial cleanser, and while she had convinced her mother that to be asked to live without would be too cruel, the container of what she had was certainly not the fancy imported fruit-smelling stuff she was used to.

The dresser was gone, also replaced with something standard issue, and its drawers were far less empty, filled with only the necessities. The handsome perfume bottles that used to stand along the back of it were all missing. Her hairbrush and curling iron, at least, were familiar and sitting in their appropriate places next to the bed, which itself was now one of the old Nanakamado ones with decidedly itchier sheets than she was used to. Kiriko was presently lying on it, face-down in one of the unfortunately lumpy pillows. She had fully expected that she would be able to live without the luxuries, talked herself up, told herself that it would be completely and utterly and thoroughly worth it, but she was already starting to feel stinky and frumpy, and having to look over at Kozue's bright and shining half of the dorm was trying her willpower.

Kozue was there, though. That was one bright thing. Sort of.

Kozue said she wasn't angry at her, but weirdly enough, that almost felt worse. At least if Kozue had said "Why didn't you tell me?" and "I wanted you to have been there," she could apologize, and look extremely penitent, and then her friend would forgive her. Instead she was abandoning her to a stripped-down dorm room, and Kiriko had no idea where she stood.

She sighed into the pillow, then surfaced for air, lest Kozue think she was trying to suffocate herself.

"I managed to store some stuff in the butterfly room before they got it all," she said with a grimace, not quite managing to sound hopeful.

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anthesphoria
2010-08-24 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Kozue had gone by way of the supermarket on her way back from the hotel, with the plan of picking up something as a welcome back present for her roommate, but everything she'd looked at (food, makeup, flowers, more food) had seemed wrong and after listlessly wandering the aisles for a few minutes, Kozue had given up. Now that she was back, however, she wasn't sure what to do. A gift would have been something to talk about, or do, at least.

Presented with the stark contrast between her side of the room and what had happened to Kiriko's, Kozue was unsure of herself. Add to that the shaky ground that Reizo's place in Paradise had left her on, and the ways in which Kozue was unsure of where they stood, now, and she was stuck in silence. Not content, because they were best friends and this was ridiculous, but stuck.

When Kiriko spoke, she looked up, and bit her lip; "That's good. What did you manage to keep?" The TV? was a cruel, cruel thing to ask, because there were things that Kiriko would need more, surely, but the TV was a selfish want. She resolved to check on it surreptitiously, later. "And... I'm sorry I wasn't here when the movers showed up. I might have been able to keep more stuff, at least..."

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apathyisboring
2010-08-24 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Having taken sufficient breath, she dropped her head back into her pillow. It was hard to look at Kozue. She was biting her look and looking unsure and uncomfortable, reminding her of how thick and awkward the silence was.

"My laptop, and some small things. Makeup and shower stuff, mostly. I can't believe they expect me to go without basic personal hygiene."

She was unsure that Kozue was even able to hear what she was saying, and in light of this, sat up. The lumpy pillow came with her, hugged to her chest as she scooted back against the wall.

"It's fine," she said. "There was nothing you could have done without them knowing."

The room seemed bigger than it was, not only because it was half-empty, but because the distance between them at the moment was palpable. Kiriko felt like shouting. Better than a weak admission that she had no idea what to do.

"Why are you going to a hotel?"