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Who: denyingreasons, 300yrswandering
What: Broship; just Naoki and Ted, c’mon. Hanging out…kinda.
When: Friday.
Where: Community Building 7, Floor 5, Room 21.
Summary: So Nami and Usopp have gone home. Naoki isn’t exactly in the best of moods. Solution: run to Ted, of course.
Rating: Idek. Nothing over PG. Barely over G? ...but here's a warning for SAP. So. Much. Sap.

[Gone. Naoki couldn’t believe it. He didn’t even want to believe it. It was easier to deny that they weren’t gone, not both of them within a few days. It wasn’t fair.

And he knew he was being a brat about it. A selfish one. Because he didn’t want them to go where he couldn’t see them anymore. He wanted them h—no. It was a thought that he couldn’t help but be angry at himself for. It was the thought that had drove him outside into the cold wind and snow, hands buried in his pockets and eyes fixed on the ground.

He wasn’t sure where to go. He’d left a note for Isamu and Richard and would likely contact them over the journals later but for now, he just—

Naoki stops, looks up. Community building 7…huh? He hadn’t even noticed his feet leading him here. But without preamble he was entering and scaling the steps. He had almost expected his body to take him here. There was just something…heh. He wanted to see Ted, he guessed. Somehow he was comforted around him. Soon enough he’d reach the door to his apartment and if his knock received no answer…he would sit on the floor next to it.

Waiting.]

Comments

/holds close ;~;

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

I thought it needed all of them. [Naoki pauses at that movement and, when he feels the tears, his eyes widen considerably. When has he--has he ever seen Ted-- A small noise escapes and he closes his eyes, running his hand through Ted's hair on instinct.

He really does adore you, Ted. Maybe you get that now.]

/holds

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[He gets it a little too much, maybe. He's not saying anything though, just staying there and trying to will the tears down because he is already too old to cry over this, and yet he--- When was the last time he felt like this anyway? This wasn't what he had planned on happening when he woke up and-- urk. Just... going to stay here and attempt wiping away his tears, not looking at him at all.]

/tags once more before sleep =3=

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki hadn't exactly planned on spilling out his innermost feelings and thoughts to him when he woke up this morning, either. He makes another sound when he notices he isn't being looked at and scoots closer. Come on. You've seen him cry plenty of times, like he'd care whether you were or not.] Ted? [You aren't mad, are you?]

LOLOL oh you <333

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[But it's different if you cry and if he cries. It's not as embarrassing for him. He makes a small noise though, trying to find his voice.] Next time, we do this on paper. [He finally clears enough of the tears to give Naoki a grin, albeit still red-faced, but a lot less than earlier.]

|D

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki blinks--then smiles fondly as he looks at him. One hand lifts in a sort of mock salute.] Paper. Can do.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

A lot of it. [A pause.] And you saw nothing.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Oh? I didn't? [Naoki's gently teasing him a bit now.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Not one thing. [He will never live this down orz]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

... [Hee. Bumping his head against Ted's shoulder.] All right. Not one thing.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[A smile.] This night didn't turn out as expected, did it?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

It didn't. [He sighs, a content sound.] But I don't mind.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Good. [He rests his head against Naoki's, smiling.] What do you want to do now, then?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure...we could play another game, but I'm feeling too lazy to move right yet. [He's comfy, okay.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Toss questions at each other till we inevitably fall asleep again, then?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[He laughs softly.] Hey, sounds good by me.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Grin.] You go first.

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Favourite colour? [Lazy grin in return.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Blue. [Relaaaxing.] Favorite food?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Comfyyy.] Hot pot. Favourite season?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Spring. Favorite place?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Meguro. It was one of the wards of Tokyo...when spring came around, all the cherry blossom trees would bloom along the river. [A wistful grin, before he shakes himself out of it.] Favourite way to pass time?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a nice place. [A pause.] Reading books. Favorite book?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Do you even need to ask? [Grin. You know what ones he's thinking about.] Favourite...kind of music?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Doesn't seem like it--- and anything with a flute, would you believe? [A pause as he thinks on it.] Favorite pastime?

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

A flute, huh? [He seems surprised, then smiles.] Let's see...probably just hanging out. [Leaning against you there for a moment, Ted.] Your favourite-- [Yawn.] --morning, afternoon, or evening?