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Ito Keiichi (伊藤慶一) (keiito) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2011-04-10 12:30:00

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keiichi, yoshimi

WHO: Keiichi, Yoshimi
WHAT: Discussion about loved ones.
WHERE: Common room, late at night?
WHEN: After the big meeting thing
WHY: Because K1's dad's an idiot and HER BOYFRIEND IS CAAAAAAAAPTURED

It was late, far later than Keiichi should have been up, but he had fair reason to not be able to sleep.

"Dad's..." He cut himself off, sinking deeper into the beanbag chair that he currently occupied. "An idiot" was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that wasn't the case. Besides, were the situations reversed, Keiichi imagined he too would be launching himself on a hopeless expedition.

For now, though, all he could do was sit in his chair and sip from a glass of water, rubbing at eyes turned red from crying and exhaustion.

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keiito
2011-04-11 06:17 pm UTC (link)

"I'm on it," he said, halfway up before the question was out of her mouth. The kitchen was one of his favorite places; having anything he could want meant he'd already dined very well on high quality food: Kobe beef, for a starter. He'd also gotten to try cooking with truffles.

The fridge, of course, did have Kiko's: barbecue, teriyaki, and buffalo flavored. Not knowing what she preferred, he put a handful of each type of wing on a plate for them both, and placed said plate in the magic microwave to warm up.

Meanwhile, he searched the cabinets for something to drink, and found what he was looking for in a bottle of sake. Yasogami-brand, it was, the same that he and dad had shared after beating the Hell out of each other for fifteen minutes.

Keiichi didn't drink anywhere near as often as others, partially due to being underage, but this seemed like a time where some rice wine was appropriate.

At the insistent dinging of the microwave, he took the plate of wings back out, and re-emerged into the common room. He placed the wings on an end table near where Yoshi was sitting, and flopped back down into his beanbag chair, bottle of sake in hand. There wasn't a glass for it, but he figured it didn't matter. Besides, his dad had drank straight from the bottle at home dozens of times.

"Cheers," he said, before tipping the bottle back for a nice, healthy swallow. "And here's hoping things improve. I'd really like to save everyone we can before we shove our collective boots up some angel behind."

At that, he grinned, and peered over at her. "No offense or anything to your powers of perception. I've just got this feeling that there's more to the story than meets the eye."

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