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Shirai Reizo | 白井 雷三 ([info]some_other_dog) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-24 02:33:00

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Entry tags:kou, kozue, misaki, reizo

Ducks.
Who: Reizo, ???
What: Duck feedin'
Where: Park
When: Uhh, some time that isn't intrusive to anything going on.
Why: Because ducks.


It had been a nice day -- the sun had rambled up high into the sky and grinned down fierce enough to loosen neckties, cajole the fairer sex into shorts and skirts, cause a few daring individuals to break open the local fire hydrant, and send topsicle sales through the roof.  A few people grumbled over the heat, but the prevailing wind kept the teeth out of it and their complaints.
    Reizo was something of a grumbler by nature, but he was smart enough to keep to the high ground where the winds could find him, or to the shade when available.  He’d been lucky enough to find a spot with both after poking around the park, and was now something of a regular.

Reizo sat on a bench, long arms slung over the back and head reclined, wriggling a topsicle stick between his teeth and staring up into the leaves of the tree he was sitting under.  Occasionally he’d lift a hand up towards the tree and turn it ‘round in the dappling shadow and peer hard at it, lips curled down in a frown.  Other times he’d take a call, flipping open his phone and rumbling short and sweet into it, but mostly he reclined on the bench, looking at the tree or his hand or the kid’s baseball game in the field behind him or at the pond.

The pond was small and well kept and across the stone walkway from the bench.  It glistened lazily in the sun, lapped gently at its shallow shores, and kept its fat, feathered inhabitants happy.  Ducks drifted on its surface, quacking sporadically, sending up small ripples that slid smoothly across the glossy top, distorting the reflections of the sun and tree.

Reizo hunched over, long legs jutting up into the air and hands dangling between them, watching the ducks swim and waddle just at the edge of the pond.  He reached to the brown bag at his side, bag crinkling as he reached inside, and produced a loaf of stale bread.  He broke off a piece, considered smushing it in his hand and doing his best to peg a duck with it, but settled on tossing it on the bank and watching the duck’s scrabble over to it and squabble with one another to get it.


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I CAN DO PATHETICALLY SHORT TAGS TOO (END)
[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-29 04:26 am UTC (link)
“Aw, you guys leaving already?” He asked, peering up at Kozue, frown disrupted by the vicious scar carved into the side of his face. Even without it wrecking it, constantly tugging the corner upwards, it was doubtful it would have looked sincere. He hunched forward long enough to dig into his back pocket and find a cigarette, and glanced away long enough to light it.

Then he was grinning around it, cigarette pinched between his teeth and smoke looping up into branches of the tree. “You kids have fun, though, huh?”

Then he leaned back onto the bench and started feeding the ducks the rest of the bread, smoked his cigarette, and pondered the mess he’d just created. He really hoped it would be a good one.

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Re: I CAN DO PATHETICALLY SHORT TAGS TOO (END)
[info]pinksunbeam
2010-01-29 07:22 pm UTC (link)
Misaki sniffed the air and sighed some. "Shirai-san, could you please put that out? The ash is going to get into the bread, and then the ducks won't eat it, and you'll have wet bread just floating in the water. Which would be kind of gross."

She kept her eyes forward for the moment, figuring that she'd just have to watch what happened. There was really nothing that she could honestly do. If they fell into a trap that Reizo had set, well then that was only their faults for not seeing it. There was no way, in her mind, that Kou would come on to Reizo, or Toru for that matter.

In all the dungeons they had been in, Kou had never once shown the slights bit of interest in Reizo, and besides that point, Reizo always acted like he was an annoyence. So in her mind, this whole thing felt like some sort of act. Reizo was probably just trying to get at Kou for some dumb petty reason, and that was fine with her. After the way Kou had acted, disinviting her even after she said she was dying her hair for his dumb party, well if he screwed up with Kozue, then he deserved all the shit he got.

She laid back in the grass, hands behind her head. It was a nice day.

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