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collectedlogs2020-07-11 07:11 pm
glorification) wrote in collectedlogs2020-07-11 07:11 pm
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WHO: Eichi & Anyone
WHAT: Time for some old nasty tea
WHEN: Some time in July
WHERE: In front of a weird claire's-like store he has been sleeping in
WARNINGS: None!
Would you like to try some tea?
[No matter who happens to be passing by the overly-pink and purple store, Eichi calls out to them with a calm soft voice, smiling as he gestures to a counter he's transformed into a makeshift tea bar. It appears to be a central area that certainly used to be where the cashiers stood, but now Eichi is sitting at one of the old, hardly kept together stools, an assortment of chipped and peeled and faded mugs or cups lining the counter. There's a stand of what probably used to hold random pens and accessories that's now holding a handful of packets and tins of... tea? Their markings are difficult to comprehend, not just from the passing of time and whatever happened here, but from how much of a knockoff this tea place really was. Whatever Eichi has managed to heat up with a pile of debris and an actual tea pot smells like something faintly herbal... though it's difficult to place how.]
I managed to find some in the back of a store, but I couldn't make sense of any of the labels, so I'm afraid the exact blend is a mystery to me.
[The store around him looks even more chaotic. There's a mattress shoved surprisingly neatly into one side of the store towards the back, lined to one side with raggedy stuffed animals. There's a life-sized doll of a certain Wataru Hibiki that some might have met in person on top of the mattress and tucked into the scrounged up ripped sheets and blankets making the "bed," surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the items. The shelves are lined with folded scrounged up clothing (one or two outfits worth), and a few items. To the opposite side of the store is a coffin, neatly pushed up against the wall and left closed.
On top of the weird scenery, this tea is so old and such a knock off that it's going to taste bland and disgusting, though, and Eichi seems aware of it enough to have not taken a sip at all of his own cup.]
Unfortunately, there seems to be a lack of extra stools or chairs here. I hope you don't mind.
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(ooc: I just have this open prompt, but I'll probably use this as a catch-all as well! I'll put my hauntings threads in the comments. Hit me up if you want something personalized.)
WHAT: Time for some old nasty tea
WHEN: Some time in July
WHERE: In front of a weird claire's-like store he has been sleeping in
WARNINGS: None!
Would you like to try some tea?
[No matter who happens to be passing by the overly-pink and purple store, Eichi calls out to them with a calm soft voice, smiling as he gestures to a counter he's transformed into a makeshift tea bar. It appears to be a central area that certainly used to be where the cashiers stood, but now Eichi is sitting at one of the old, hardly kept together stools, an assortment of chipped and peeled and faded mugs or cups lining the counter. There's a stand of what probably used to hold random pens and accessories that's now holding a handful of packets and tins of... tea? Their markings are difficult to comprehend, not just from the passing of time and whatever happened here, but from how much of a knockoff this tea place really was. Whatever Eichi has managed to heat up with a pile of debris and an actual tea pot smells like something faintly herbal... though it's difficult to place how.]
I managed to find some in the back of a store, but I couldn't make sense of any of the labels, so I'm afraid the exact blend is a mystery to me.
[The store around him looks even more chaotic. There's a mattress shoved surprisingly neatly into one side of the store towards the back, lined to one side with raggedy stuffed animals. There's a life-sized doll of a certain Wataru Hibiki that some might have met in person on top of the mattress and tucked into the scrounged up ripped sheets and blankets making the "bed," surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the items. The shelves are lined with folded scrounged up clothing (one or two outfits worth), and a few items. To the opposite side of the store is a coffin, neatly pushed up against the wall and left closed.
On top of the weird scenery, this tea is so old and such a knock off that it's going to taste bland and disgusting, though, and Eichi seems aware of it enough to have not taken a sip at all of his own cup.]
Unfortunately, there seems to be a lack of extra stools or chairs here. I hope you don't mind.
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(ooc: I just have this open prompt, but I'll probably use this as a catch-all as well! I'll put my hauntings threads in the comments. Hit me up if you want something personalized.)
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Since it's you, Wataru, I wouldn't mind. [Honestly, he wouldn't mind staring at blood stains and remembering his sins, since apparently their bodies could heal so completely that nothing lasts... He's one of those types that wants to be reminded of his sins.]
Selfishly, I'd prefer if you didn't move away, right now. I wonder why that is...
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What a sight. Two idols, decked out in varying amounts of dried blood, laying together on a mattress placed inside of a Cl*ire's store in a distraught mall. One happens to be shirtless. ]
You really don't know? Fufu, well... that's alright. There's time for that later. Your clown will settle down here for the time being quite happily!
[ Wataru thinks that there could be a myriad of reasons for it; namely, it's comforting to be near someone you care about. Not that he's ever shared a bed with someone aside from maybe his parents when he was young, but even then it'd be similar, right?
He's adapted as well as he could, but even he feels it sometimes. Unease, wariness, the unknown—they've spent a little bit of time here by now, and he's no closer to understanding what has happened and what has not.
As unsettled as he might be most of the time, as much as he really isn't a fan of being found asleep by anyone—he understands the urge for it. It's there in himself, as well. Still, it would be better if they both had fluffy pajamas, some hot chocolate, and three times as many pillows... how unfortunate. ]
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It reminds me a bit of when I would spend the night at Keito's place.
[Ruining Keito even when he's not here by talking about this... But he rolls on his side to face Wataru, and it feels as similar as it feels different? Yeah, he really doesn't know.]
There are times I'd grow frightened over something small and I thought that he could protect me. Fufu... it was quite cute, how he'd act so confident, even if he also was startled by something in the end.
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Ahh, is it terrible of me to wish to hear his scolding voice right now? It's been far too long already. I want him to protect me, too... ♪
[ Ahems, and then, in classic Keito(?): ]
'You expect me to believe that you need protecting? You're the most dangerous thing here, Hibiki.'
Fufu, I haven't role-played him in awhile, so my impression might be a little off.
[ Don't go into his HMD and crit him, Eichi. ]
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It's also a little sad to think about. He misses him. He knows Wataru does, too. And many others, like the rest of fine... But if they were here, it would be a horrible thing.]
You sound just like him. Ahh, if he were here, he'd constantly be scolding us about our actions and would say that we should never have gone into such a suspicious store in the first place.
However, I wonder how he'd act without any of his spare glasses in such a dangerous place.
[Pretending and talking about it like they're just roleplaying is kind of fun, though...]
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[ Wataru would go swimming through hell water for Keito's precious glasses... ]
Wouldn't it be fun to see him wearing some of the amusing shirts we've found, too? [ This is evil. This is pure evil. Keito is sneezing somewhere, in safety. Wataru is turning over now, onto his stomach so that he can lean up on his elbows. ] Before making any decisions in the future, I'll try to remember to consult my destined rival's appearance in my dreams first.
[ Not that he will even behave with dream Keito, but... ]
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This feels comfortable, compared to his days alone in this bed, though, so he breathes deeply and allows himself to get sleepy as they chatter. It's not hard, when he's exhausted.]
Let's reserve a shirt or two for him, in case he comes to rescue the two of us. A souvenir.
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There's a couple seconds where Wataru is just fondly smiling down at Eichi before laying his chin down onto his arms, feet idly kicking in the air behind him. His voice is a touch softer, quieter. Partially from actual exhaustion (don't know if you've noticed, but a lot has happened in the past few hours), and part is wistfulness. Or nostalgia. Maybe both. It's something emotional, at least. ]
Perhaps it's finally the time for matching trio shirts. I'm sure we could find one appropriate for him.
[ One that indicates a right hand and is also embarrassing, he means. ]
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Fufu... He would fight it, but of course, there's not much choice here. Anything that you pick out for the three of us would be perfect, Wataru.
[He can picture it now... Ahh, how nostalgic. It feels like he's hardly had time to tease Keito with how busy he's been. His thoughts jump ahead, imagining the scenario, and he doesn't even realize that he's mostly fallen asleep. Humming in response to whatever Wataru says next is probably the most he'll manage before a soft snore interrupts.]
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Wataru says something truly thrilling, like how he's found a burger and fries set so maybe there's a third one for Keito, but eventually he too trails off and just languidly watches over him. Eventually he too falls asleep, smiling faintly.
Eichi probably gets to wake up with a leg over him I'm sorry. ]
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