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kondo kozue | 近藤梢 (anthesphoria) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-02-02 21:56:00

Entry tags:

keiichi, kozue

Who: Kozue, Keiichi.
What: ~~Advice~~. SPY ANTICS.
Where: On a train, and then, suburbia.
When: After MisaKei breaks up.
Why: Everyone needs more spies.

Kozue was sitting in the back car of the 1300 train, holding a magazine up and pretending to read; she had boarded a scant few moments before the train was ready to depart, taking her temporary spying role perhaps a bit too seriously for the moment. Her hair was tucked underneath another large sunhat, and she was peeking out from over her magazine, looking for one Ito Keiichi.

Was it awful that part of her wanted to hear details on what she was, even now, picturing was an awful traincrash of a breakup? Probably.

Would that stop her from trying to get those details, by hook or by crook? Not at all.

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anthesphoria
2010-02-04 01:04 am UTC (link)

Kozue nodded, lowering her magazine slightly. "No, that makes sense to me. At least, if you feel like you did the right thing coming out of it—especially if you feel terrible about hurting her but not terrible about not dating anymore."

The distinction was one Kozue had referred to now and again, although, to be fair, she didn't often feel terrible; bad, sometimes, vaguely uncomfortable, not often genuinely destroyed by hurting someone. "She'll bounce back sooner or later," she supplied, trying to be a bit helpful.

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	keiito 2010-02-05 10:25 pm UTC (link)
	"I do hope so," he replied. And really, he thought she would in time. Misaki had a tendency to be resilient. "It's just -- all the things that worked about our friendship, the things about her that were cute...all became far less so in an actual relationship." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

anthesphoria
2010-02-05 10:36 pm UTC (link)

"If you need someone to vent to," Kozue said, magazine descending even more as the train continued rattling its way out of Iburi and towards the suburbs—usually on this trip she was full of trepidation, but they weren't headed home and that made her feel sort of free, or really, as someone who had been extended a temporary parole or stay of punishment.

"About any of it that still bothers you. Well, I'm here, I'm happy to listen, and I happen to have the great spy skill of repeating nothing." She flashed a grin—and very much hoped that he'd spill and she could find out the dirt.

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