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Log; Complete
When; February 27, 2008
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]
Summary; Smiles can be more painful than tears, and in lieu of them maybe Mamori needs just a little more comfort than usual.
Log;
It had been several hours since the urge to laugh has subsided, several hours since the worst of the strain on her cheeks had faded away, and yet Mamori still found herself lying in her bed, mostly buried under thick covers, wanting nothing more than to forget the ongoings of the previous day, behavior so uncharacteristic of the calm hold she usually had on her actions, and even her emotions. Unfortunately, whereas the City probably wouldn't have had any qualms about dealing a nice dose of amnesia on any other given day, it didn't seem to be keen on helping Mamori out that night, and no matter how much she tossed and turned, she could still remember it.
The words which slipped through her too-tight lips, the laughter on the tip of her tongue, the expressions of concerned friends--it was all too clear, documented in her memories, and Mamori wanted none of it.
But, given that none of her recollection bore signs of disppearing anytime soon, Mamori knew that at some point or another, she'd have to face her own demons and man up to her own mistakes. First and foremost, to Hiruma.
It figured that it'd be him, causing trouble even without intending to.
She'd waited through practice, through meals, waiting as Hiruma took his time, not wanting to interfere with Kurita's arrival or to get in the way. As nightfall came, however, Mamori decided to seize the moment, Kurita's snores heard even in the hall as Mamori padded her way over to Hiruma's room, knocking softly on the door.
Whether it was an apology, or something else altogether, Mamori knew that she owed it to Hiruma to say something.
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]Summary; Smiles can be more painful than tears, and in lieu of them maybe Mamori needs just a little more comfort than usual.
Log;
It had been several hours since the urge to laugh has subsided, several hours since the worst of the strain on her cheeks had faded away, and yet Mamori still found herself lying in her bed, mostly buried under thick covers, wanting nothing more than to forget the ongoings of the previous day, behavior so uncharacteristic of the calm hold she usually had on her actions, and even her emotions. Unfortunately, whereas the City probably wouldn't have had any qualms about dealing a nice dose of amnesia on any other given day, it didn't seem to be keen on helping Mamori out that night, and no matter how much she tossed and turned, she could still remember it.
The words which slipped through her too-tight lips, the laughter on the tip of her tongue, the expressions of concerned friends--it was all too clear, documented in her memories, and Mamori wanted none of it.
But, given that none of her recollection bore signs of disppearing anytime soon, Mamori knew that at some point or another, she'd have to face her own demons and man up to her own mistakes. First and foremost, to Hiruma.
It figured that it'd be him, causing trouble even without intending to.
She'd waited through practice, through meals, waiting as Hiruma took his time, not wanting to interfere with Kurita's arrival or to get in the way. As nightfall came, however, Mamori decided to seize the moment, Kurita's snores heard even in the hall as Mamori padded her way over to Hiruma's room, knocking softly on the door.
Whether it was an apology, or something else altogether, Mamori knew that she owed it to Hiruma to say something.
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It couldn't hurt him much either way, right? No matter how Mamori looked at the situation, it was her being left hanging, it was her who had taken the initial step in a manner which clearly implicated her on some level. In terms of the playing field, the ball was still on Hiruma's half--although Mamori supposed that Hiruma would find that to be a pretty sorry excuse to suddenly give way, even if only a little.
Her knuckles tightened slightly.
"Yes," Mamori replied resolutely, strength in her stance despite the slight waver in her voice. But if she was going to be disappointed at some point in time, it may as well have been sooner rather than later.