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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-09-27 19:34:00

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kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko and Reizo
What: Saturday Night at Reizo's
Where: Reizo's?
When: Shortly after Masami Dungeon
Why: Fun and profit.

Saturday nights were fast becoming habit. To this point, they had usually involved a lot of meandering and Reizo asking in a roundabout way whether or not she'd be staying over, but he'd foregone the question this time in favour of tossing one of his shirts at her to use for sleepwear. Silk, leapord print, and entirely too big for her, Kiriko had thrown it on without question and followed him out into the living room.

The TV was on, and she was laying on the couch, bare legs thrown over Reizo's lap and a bowl of microwave popcorn balanced on her stomach. The dishes had been cleared from the coffee table, but the brown paper takeout bag and a styrofoam container had been left there and pushed to the side to be dealt with later. The room was dark, but for the flicker of the screen, and quiet, but for the saccharine swell of music underlying forced dialogue and the quiet crunch of popcorn. Their running, less-than-generous commentary on the movie had temporarily subsided. Reizo's suffering at being forced to endure the actual script was palpable.

On the screen, a man and a woman were talking in a car. The woman, Kiriko recognized, was the new love interest - "new" because the first one had died a couple of scenes ago, in between a bloody bathroom-stall fight with a foreigner and a rooftop shuriken battle. The conversation wasn't particularly interesting: plot dump, and more proof of the awful script, and one of those scenes thrown in there to give the mind a break between bloodbaths, but the situation in the movie called forward a thought from the back of her mind. She turned her head to look up at him, nudging her knee against his stomach to get his attention.

"So. You sleeping with anybody else?"

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apathyisboring
2010-10-03 01:28 am UTC (link)

The detachment with which he answered greatly assisted her own, and she listened with her head at a curious incline. The emotion had gone out of it, and she was piecing the rest of the story together from what she knew, trying not to stare at the scar when it came up - to do so would surely be both rude and obvious, and who knew which was worse?

On the whole, she found his lack of parental resentment very, very odd. She had never heard anything of them that wasn't dubious at the very least (reputation was very important, but weighed against your kidnapped son...?) but had also never heard him speak of them in any way that wasn't either neutral or fervently defensive. Hadn't he said that in Paradise, too? Wanting to disappear and walk out rather than letting his family down, then saying he deserved a beating for it afterward? It seemed he had more filial loyalty in his pinky than she did in her whole body (though who knew how much longer he'd even keep that) and Kiriko was coming up at a loss as to why.

"This was... first year middle school, right?"

Of course, Why don't you hate your parents? was not just something that you asked. She'd piece it together later. Puzzling out the timeline was a nice, manageable, neutral chunk of information for right now.

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some_other_dog
2010-10-03 04:06 am UTC (link)

Reizo nodded, a small and barely noticeable thing. His strong fingers grew tauter on her, and hooked beneath the hem of the oversized shirt on her to draw it up so he could get at her bare skin instead. The thoughts were distressing, as well they should be, and he wasn’t ashamed to say that the pale skin and curves of a pretty and appealing girl helped him to relax.

“Yup. When I got back, I started making trouble and throwing my real weight around. Practice, I guess.”

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apathyisboring
2010-10-03 04:24 am UTC (link)

"I remember," she said, her smile finally snapping back into place. "It was a little after we met."

Middle school wasn't great, but it was certainly a much more pleasant thing to remember. The topic had been more or less exhausted, at least for the time being, and with it off her chest and most of her questions answered she was under no impetus to bring it up again any time soon. She glanced down when his hands slipped under her shirt, then back up with a bit of a glint behind them, her head cocking to an angle that was far less curious than arrogant.

"You were shorter than me back then."

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some_other_dog
2010-10-05 03:05 am UTC (link)

He scoffed and rolled his eyes showily, strong arms growing tighter around her and hands growing miles bolder as they started to stroke and squeeze. A lazy smirk spread across his face after he was done showing his disbelief.

“Just because you were always looking down your nose at me doesn’t mean I was shorter.”

His eyes fell on hers for a long moment, but eventually he pulled them away to look back at the television. His father’s death was nothing he had really wanted to discuss. More than that, it was just a huge reminder of who he was and what might happen to him - but for now it was alright to just lay on a couch and watch shitty movies with his ... Well, girlfriend, he supposed.

He groped for the remote and muttered something about CG blood.

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