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Who: Fushimi Saruhiko ( ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mokoko ) & Yata Misaki ( rollin )
When: IC 12/26
Where: The ball & other various locations
What: Dumb boys doing what dumb boys do best…
Rating/Warning: N/A! Will update if necessary.
[ There’s dichotomy where Fushimi’s dressed to the nines, yet slouched over in an obscure corner of the room. The announcement of his arrival with Yata is aggravating enough; it’s a miracle that he’s still around when he’s just silently picking apart everything possible. The people, the food, the decorations and music— they’re all what he thinks is obnoxious and gaudy— his sole source of entertainment being in his CereVice, that he pulls out and puts away constantly over the course of his time at the ball. It’s probably a good thing that he manages to blend into the background, because really… What is he even doing here?? Obviously being a shining beacon of an example of how not to act at a party.
Either way, these factors alone and combined aren’t enough to force his leave, since he does have a semblance of obligation: to experience the ball (…in his own way) in Saya’s stead.
But it’s when he sees Yata being accosted left and right out of the corner of his eyes, that he feels a spot being struck on top of the other annoyances of the evening. … Even in a place like this (the ball? CERES in general?), Yata was still as carefree as ever. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he clicks his tongue and makes his way towards the exit— whatever, she never said he had to stick around for the entire duration, nor did he ever promise that. ]
mokoko ) & Yata Misaki ( rollin )When: IC 12/26
Where: The ball & other various locations
What: Dumb boys doing what dumb boys do best…
Rating/Warning: N/A! Will update if necessary.
[ There’s dichotomy where Fushimi’s dressed to the nines, yet slouched over in an obscure corner of the room. The announcement of his arrival with Yata is aggravating enough; it’s a miracle that he’s still around when he’s just silently picking apart everything possible. The people, the food, the decorations and music— they’re all what he thinks is obnoxious and gaudy— his sole source of entertainment being in his CereVice, that he pulls out and puts away constantly over the course of his time at the ball. It’s probably a good thing that he manages to blend into the background, because really… What is he even doing here?? Obviously being a shining beacon of an example of how not to act at a party.
Either way, these factors alone and combined aren’t enough to force his leave, since he does have a semblance of obligation: to experience the ball (…in his own way) in Saya’s stead.
But it’s when he sees Yata being accosted left and right out of the corner of his eyes, that he feels a spot being struck on top of the other annoyances of the evening. … Even in a place like this (the ball? CERES in general?), Yata was still as carefree as ever. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he clicks his tongue and makes his way towards the exit— whatever, she never said he had to stick around for the entire duration, nor did he ever promise that. ]
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Natalia's ball is funner than he expected. The venue is as grand as anyone would expect from someone of her sort, the food is better than anything he's ever put in his mouth in his entire life, and he even has a few gifts in tow from the friends and acquaintances he made during his stay.
But as much as he wanted to enjoy himself, keeping a promise was more important. Saya wanted him to accompany Fushimi and have fun at the ball for her. Yata, of course, knows that won't happen. Fiddling with his Cerevice is Fushimi's default state at any given time; Yata doesn't need eyes to confirm that. However, when he doesn't see Fushimi in the corner, he knows just where he's gone.
Spotting Fushimi outside, Yata grabs his arm before he can walk out the gates. ]
Hey, where you going? Been looking all over for ya.
[ For once, he looks less annoyed and more concerned. Not that he needs to ask, but Saya did say she wanted Fushimi to be here. Why would he leave if he already agreed? ]
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Whether he's consciously exerting effort or not— there's little that escapes Fushimi's notice when it comes to Yata. His smiles, his distinct laughter … as much as he tries to preoccupy himself (it's true that the mystery of the night should be who the heck is he texting), the other boy just happens to be there whenever he looks up. Conveniently. And no amount of music will ever be quite enough to drown out the latter; it's too much Déjà vu, really.
Saya will probably be disappointed. …definitely be disappointed. But since he's already out, and since she's sick— he figures it's an opportunity to check up on her. (…and keep her company, when everyone she knows is partying while she's bedridden.)
Eyes flickering to Yata's hand, there's a distinct beat before he scowls and roughly shakes him off. ] Don't you have somewhere else to be.
[ He doesn't comment any further, but his gaze does momentarily switch over to the crowd he'd seen Yata associating with earlier in the evening. ]
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Fushimi gets Yata to let go, which earns him a frown; Yata expected as much, but he doesn't back down. ]
Saya said she wanted us here.
[ And there was nothing wrong with having a little fun if she asked for it, right? But the longer he stayed, the less he felt like enjoying himself, and he began to wonder if this was how he wanted to spend the night. Saya wasn't there, Totsuka was barely around, and Fushimi was halfway out the garden. ]
But if you're going, I am. Just—give me a second. [ He pats his pockets, searching for his Cerevice. ] We gotta show her we went, right?
[ Once he finds it, he taps the camera app and places himself next to Fushimi and in a situation all too familiar. ]
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And we were here, weren't we.
[ When did Yata ever care about the details? Still, he doesn't need to be reminded of that, his teeth almost gritting in response. ]
Tch. [ His posture stiffens at the festure, but he doesn't move away; he even thinks about how it isn't all too surprising that Yata's come up with what he has. …Yata seems to thinks a lot of her, and there's a part of Fushimi that doubts he would've even bothered with him, if she hadn't requested for them to go together. It irritates him a little. A lot. (Which part of it irritates him more, we just don't know.) Following that thought is an idea: Fushimi takes out his own CereVice, and looks on over his shoulder. If he were the type to do The Thing with his glasses, he'd be doing The Thing right about now. ]
You suck at taking them. Let me do it.
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[ Every little thing Fushimi says manages to tick Yata off no matter what it is, and this time is no different. He didn't have to say that! At least he's cooperating... Yata isn't, though. He shoves Fushimi a bit with his shoulder, insisting on his Cerevice. ]
What makes you think you're any better? [ FUSHIMI DOESN'T HAVE FRIENDS TO TAKE THEM WITH. ] If you gotta ask, I spent years [ minutes ] practicing taking pics on my phone. Heh, 'course you wouldn't know that!
[ Because it's totally untrue. What is true is how badly Yata needs this proof. Ever since Fushimi arrived, Fushimi and Saya have been close. They spend more time at school together, so it can't be helped, but despite all reason, it irritates him. It doesn't concern him at all! But it irritates him.
If she saw that he fulfilled his request, she'd pay attention to him like before, wouldn't she? He can't do that if he's busy running his mouth off, though. ]
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If a midget like you were to take the picture, I'd probably get completely cut off. [ Because he's that much taller yeah… and wow that's rude?? Cybuddies can count as friends, can't they?!?!?! He clicks his tongue again, insufferable as always. ] …are you talking about the self portraits you took so you could try and find your best angles?
[ plz. he doesn't want to talk about homra. And while they're words that are pulled completely out of his ass, he … really wouldn't be surprised if they held any shred of truth to them. At any rate, Fushimi goes ahead and snaps a photo as Yata goes on about his supposed ph.d (close enough) in selfies— when the shutter goes off, he looks at the result with a degree of contentment before flipping over his screen for the other boy to see. … which is basically just Fushimi, with a bonus of Yata's head from nose up. ]
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[ Fushimi is on the mark with Yata's selfie practice, but he refuses to comment on it and the (obligatory) insult to his height. Instead, he yells in shock once he's shown the results of their candid shot. Not only was Yata unprepared... ]
Oi, now I'm the one who's cut off!
[ ... but Fushimi totally did that on purpose. ]
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[ It has the both of them and the ball going on in the background, so?? What's the problem here? Yata should know better that he's not the type to half-ass things— the picture clearly fulfills all the necessary criteria. ]
It's good enough.
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[ Think of what Saya will be seeing. This is not the sort of impression he wants to make, Fushimi! ]
Tch, if you gotta do something, you gotta do it yourself... C'mere!
[ Yata slings his arm around Fushimi's neck, almost like a headlock, and pulls him down to his level. Then, since he never really put it away, he holds his Cerevice out. This way, he can see what's actually going on without tiptoeing... ]
She wanted us to have fun, so at least look the part, aight? We smile at the count of three.
idk what are icons...
It's not that he expects Yata to take it lying down, but the arm lock does cause him to lose some of his balance, and struggle to try and pry him off. ]
Let go. [ Teeth grit, fangs bared. But he actually stops moving when the subject of smiling is brought up, because … Seriously? Does Yata remember who it is he's talking to?! Obviously, the verdict is going to be a resounding no. ]
…haa? You're more of an idiot than I give you credit for.
[ …obviously. Yet, despite the obvious— despite what should happen, at the very last possible second (and only during that second), he does stop looking angry, and instead looks to be some unholy cross between aloof and … not completely unwilling, before scowling and forcefully breaking away when the picture's over. Regardless of what yata says next, he's stalking off again. ]
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Huh. This picture looks like a similar one they took way back— ]
it's ok it doesn't change the face that fushimi is a SAP
[ He quickly catches up with Fushimi, matching his pace. He's back to wearing his usual scowl. ]
You're going to Saya's, right?
i'm embarrassed
Sticking together only went for the ball.
[ stop trying to cockblock him… geez. He throws a single glance over his shoulder and his scowl deepens— but beyond that, he doesn't even speed up his pace. ]
me too
I'm worried about her, too. [ Then, almost as if to convince himself, he adds: ] She's HOMRA...
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… He also knows how it feels to be unconditionally thought of. ]
If that's it, [ he knows it's not ] then don't bother.
[ three's a crowd! it's enough for just him to go, okay. ]
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He stops in his tracks. Fushimi's right. Whatever excuse Yata can come up with is far from the truth they both know. What's Fushimi's reason, then? He's the type who wouldn't worry about just any classmate. The question is on the tip of Yata's tongue, but it's one he doesn't want to hear the answer to.
He wants to say it first.
Steadily picking up his pace, he catches up once more, but he doesn't stop there. No, he walks ahead, leaving Fushimi in the dust. Later, loser!! ]
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He hears Yata stopping in his tracks, and vaguely wonders if he's actually clued in. …it's not that he cares, since he doesn't try to hide it in particular. Yata might be aware of what his gestures mean, but Saya doesn't— and it's fine. He's fine with being patient; she'd done the same.
But. That doesn't necessarily mean that he's fine with losing, especially when everything's still up in the air. So he takes the silence and distance as a challenge, and picks up his own pace. And when he surpasses Yata? Just going to casually bump shoulders with him, before regaining his lead. You snoozed first, loser, stop trying to turn it around?? ]
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Outta the way, loser!
[ Fushimi, please. Like those scrawny legs can take you anywhere!? Don't make this hard for yourself. ]