[Yosuke paces nervously. The kitchen here brings back memories of a different bad night. He closes his eyes and manages to stop himself from shuddering, but his heart kicks up madly at the image that greets him behind his eyelids. HImself, but not. That painful and terrifying moment that his own blade pierced his shoulder, the frantic call that was meant to be to Souji...]
[And then, Shika. Grabbing him like some kind of monster and running up a building with him...taking him home and feeding him, patching up his palms where the callouses had come off...crying, when Yosuke introduced himself.]
[It takes him a second to shake it all off, and he grabs the wall a little dizzily from the perceived suddenness of his leap between the two times. But he smiles pleasantly at Nill, and clears his throat.]
You'll make someone a really happy man one day, Nill-san. You even keep the right kind of tea on hand.
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on 2012-02-23 09:18 am (UTC)[And then, Shika. Grabbing him like some kind of monster and running up a building with him...taking him home and feeding him, patching up his palms where the callouses had come off...crying, when Yosuke introduced himself.]
[It takes him a second to shake it all off, and he grabs the wall a little dizzily from the perceived suddenness of his leap between the two times. But he smiles pleasantly at Nill, and clears his throat.]
You'll make someone a really happy man one day, Nill-san. You even keep the right kind of tea on hand.