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Shirai Reizo | 白井 雷三 ([info]some_other_dog) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-12-17 01:36:00

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Entry tags:kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko and Reizo
What: Christmasing
Where: His apartment
When: Christmas Eve
Why: Because couples do that shit idk

The night around them lay, for something deep in the heart of a city, still and quiet. The holiday season had invaded, bringing with it a sense of merry delight that swelled and swelled as more days passed, and for many, tonight it had finally exploded into loud celebrations, parties and dances and mixers and gatherings with friends. You'd have expected one hardline criminal and his nearly-there girlfriend to join in that revel, but they were spending the evening alone, stowed away in the gently lit cavern of Reizo's apartment.

Reizo's long legs were stretched out onto the coffee table, one arm threaded around Kiriko's shoulders, head tipped back and lips pursed to blow out impressively compact smoke rings that faded away into misty oblivion before they could collide with the ceiling. A red Santa Claus hat sat atop his head, the puffball at the tip hanging as rakishly as it could across one of his eyes.

A few moments of silence floated by, and quite a few more smoke rings, before he tipped his head and looked at her, the puff ball swaying from the movement of his head.

“You brought the cake, how come you haven't eaten any of it?”


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[info]apathyisboring
2010-12-17 07:01 am UTC (link)
Kiriko sat slumped against him, staring down the chocolate cake in question. There was a modest slice of it on a plate in front of her, quite untouched, and at Reizo's comment she leaned forward to pick up her fork, poke at it sullenly and cut off a small piece. It never made it to her mouth - the fork abandoned at the side of the plate, she lifted her hand and removed the plastic sprig of holly tucked behind one of her ears, twirling it between her fingers as her hands dropped between her knees.

With a shrug of her shoulders and a thoroughly unnecessary sigh, she leaned back into the couch and the crook of his arm and tilted her head back. There, she spent a few moments just blinking at the ceiling. Her arm lifted and she draped it over her eyes, her voice creaking when she finally did speak.

"I'm going to be a Christmas cake."

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-12-19 06:58 am UTC (link)
Reizo didn't move for awhile, or really do much of anything. The quiet, almost ethereal, peace and quiet outside had invaded his house for the night, but now up had cropped a minefield and he wasn't sure he was clever enough to traverse it without setting off an explosion accidentally. Well, comparing the situation to a minefield wasn't fair, they usually came with signs of warning. Granted, he'd gotten off fairly well on the drama level of what he had heard girlfriends brought with Kiriko, but here she was slumped against him and fretting about marriage.

“Uhhh..”

He was thoroughly lost. Yeah, he really dug Kiriko, she seemed okay with him being a horrible person, had a nice rack, and hell, might even be a boon to his career one day, but this WAS marriage and he was only a fifteen-year-old boy and what the fuck was he gonna say? That he'd marry her? No fucking way in hell. That would go one of two ways and he wasn't keen on getting punched or engaged right now.

“I mean, it's a modern world..”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-12-19 07:33 am UTC (link)
"It is, isn't it?" she answered, frowning but decisive. Modern enough that she could go after what she wanted. Modern enough that she didn't have to get married, be in a relationship, or do anything else she didn't particularly want to do. But modern enough that no one was going to consider her a wrinkly undesirable old spinster when she hit 26 with no wedding plans on the horizon? She wasn't so sure of that - and moreover, wasn't completely certain they weren't right. As little as she wanted to marry, her personal expiration date had been drilled into her mind, and staring at the literal Christmas cake had called the figurative one and its associated anxiety back to mind.

"I'm getting married and then divorced at 24 just to prove that someone wants me," she muttered with a defiant stab at the slice of cake in front of her. This time, a piece of it made it to her mouth, and the contrary conclusion she'd just reached made it taste all the better. When she glanced up at Reizo, a teasing smirk spread over her face.

"You up for it?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-12-19 07:53 am UTC (link)
One of his eyebrows twitched. He knew it was a joke, but it was christmas and .. argh, girls.

He shook his head and slipped his arm out from around her to lean over towards the table himself, where he stole her piece of cake and promptly ate it. He didn't eat cake much, though he wasn't sure why – there was a nagging thought in the back of his head that had something to do with his grandfather – but he knew that he resented the size of them. It really sucked being a big, quarter German dude in such a teeny, tiny country sometimes.

“I dunno,” he said, punching his cigarette into the ashtray to put it out, and then helping himself to nearly half the cake. “Yakuza marriage is pretty serious shit, and getting married to someone when you know divorce is eminent ain't really in line with it.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-12-19 08:45 am UTC (link)
"Lame," she answered, in the same tone he usually used for "gay." Her plate now emptied courtesy of Reizo, she pulled the cake towards them both and took another small piece for herself. "I figured, though. Yakuza anything is serious shit."

She leaned back, pulling her feet up on the couch and tucking them beneath her. Thinking it was probably better not to linger on that thought, she continued.

"But who knows where we'll be at 24, anyway."

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[info]some_other_dog
2011-01-16 04:49 am UTC (link)
"I'm sure you'll be terrorizing some board as a CEO or well on your way," he said, half-distracted and half-muffled by all the cake he was managing to shovel into his mouth.

It took him a few mouthfuls of cake before he spoke again.

"As for me, well.." There was a hint of something weary in his voice for a moment, but after another forkful of cake it was gone. "Well, I'll be ruling the underbelly of Japan."

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[info]apathyisboring
2011-01-16 06:32 am UTC (link)
"Naturally," she responded, watching him with open affection - the deadly, scarred yakuza shovelling cake into his mouth.

Not that the comment about terrorizing board rooms hadn't warmed her over as well.

"Ruling, iron-fisted and cold-blooded." She had a hand to her mouth, but her smile peeked through her fingers. "And well-fed."

She'd caught the fleeting tone, but all things considered, it was an improvement - broaching the topic in the past had brought dour moods and stormclouds (and of course a trip to "Paradise" no one could ever forget). Talking about the future, it was bound to come up, even if she had only meant to air some of her own residual insecurities; she was just pleased to see it didn't have to end in moodiness.

There was a bit of a lilt in her voice when she continued, leaning heavily into his shoulder and staring ponderously back at the ceiling.

"Hmmm, wonder if you'll ever stop to think about me?"

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