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LOG; Ongoing
When; April 2, evening-night
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Mickey![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monsterepellant & Buttons anti_buttons
Summary; The night after the WAAAANNGST one archer-nerd tries to make another archer-nerd come home bawwwwwww or something idk idk, move along, angst here.
Log;
Ishida hated to be reminded of his age. More to say, he loathed acting like it, while aware that he was acting it. But at the moment, he didn't particularly care.
Most of his day had been spent in his once shared apartment, with the intention of packing what belongings still remained there and toting them to another. He had known that having a roommate in such a place was more trouble than it was worth, and had muttered that to himself on more than one occasion. But after a few hours of putting things in boxes, shifting objects, and taking them out again, Ishida had been left with little more than a dishonest post about dust. Time spent with Arisawa Tatsuki had calmed him some, given him a distraction in the form of her puppet plot and ice-cream. But at the end of the day, there was only that apartment to which to return.
After making himself a bland Cup Noodles, he took himself to the Range. When all else failed, train - as if it made a difference.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Mickey
monsterepellant & Buttons anti_buttonsSummary; The night after the WAAAANNGST one archer-nerd tries to make another archer-nerd come home bawwwwwww or something idk idk, move along, angst here.
Log;
Ishida hated to be reminded of his age. More to say, he loathed acting like it, while aware that he was acting it. But at the moment, he didn't particularly care.
Most of his day had been spent in his once shared apartment, with the intention of packing what belongings still remained there and toting them to another. He had known that having a roommate in such a place was more trouble than it was worth, and had muttered that to himself on more than one occasion. But after a few hours of putting things in boxes, shifting objects, and taking them out again, Ishida had been left with little more than a dishonest post about dust. Time spent with Arisawa Tatsuki had calmed him some, given him a distraction in the form of her puppet plot and ice-cream. But at the end of the day, there was only that apartment to which to return.
After making himself a bland Cup Noodles, he took himself to the Range. When all else failed, train - as if it made a difference.
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Simply because he had calmed some from the night before, if only due to his distance from the event, didn't mean Ishida had at all changed his mind.
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Too bad admitting you're wrong is a bitch.
Doumeki watched Ishida practice for a long moment, before he finally spoke, after an arrow had been loosed.
"You're right."
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Ishida had heard Doumeki; the words hung as clearly in the air as what he could hear, the sound of concentrated reishi. What nice words, the sort of words someone like him relished, savored, took the time to be unnecessarily smug over. But when he let the words linger and his silence serve as a response, he took no pleasure in it.
After a few minutes, he turned, dropping his arm and allowing his bow to dissolve into the air. Still saying nothing, Ishida raised his eyebrows.
Then he shrugged. "So?"
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When he had finished, he looked at his hand. "For what, Doumeki-san? For proving to be a very troublesome roommate, in that we were forced to relocate? For dismissing my opinion? Or, perhaps, for assuming to know what motivated my ... resentment of Rosette-san."
It was too calmly said.
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Well, not like he didn't deserve it.
"Yes." Again, he had to force himself not to look away--to admit his mistake. "I am sorry that I was a troublesome roommate, even though you said that it was what you didn't want. I am sorry for dismissing your words. I did not mean to imply that you had been anything less than supportive, when in fact you had been more than many would have been, or that your words had no merit." He let out a slight breath, before taking another, still managing to keep his voice and his words calm.
"But more than that, I am sorry for making you wait through several days of without any word from myself as to my condition. I'm sorry for making you bear that responsibility because of a selfish decision on my part--it was unfair to you and wrong of me, and I apologize for that. This City puts enough stresses on everyone as is, and to put more on you than your share without even asking for it, merely taking, is selfish as well.
"Before, I made an offer to move out. That offer still stands--it wouldn't take me more than half a day to vacate the apartment. I won't blame you for whatever decision you make."
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And what could he say to such a thorough apology? Doumeki did not waste words; months of knowing the other archer had long since proved that to Ishida. He did not lie, he was taciturn and blunt to a fault.
Once Doumeki had stopped talking, after the first minute of his silence, Ishida looked up from his hand, and looked at Doumeki. No clear emotion stood in his eyes, filtered already by his spectacles. In one breath, he wanted to absolve it, to shut this away, to stomp out this ridiculous fight with a few wry words, such as, it wasn't as if you chose to do all this. How could I hold any of it, or most of it, against you?
Instead, his eyes drifted. "My sensei died fighting, and all I could do was watch. I watched him fight for an hour, I watched him die, I watched the Hollows loom over his body, and I waited that second hour watching until the shinigami arrived. I spent the rest of my life blaming the shinigami for my weakness. And I -- wouldn't feel that again."
But inevitably, he looked again at Doumeki. "You're very annoying, Mickey."
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After the surprise of him saying that wore off, it only took a second for the message to click, loud and clear. 'Don't do it again'
However, at the nickname, something inside of him collapses with relief. In all honesty, though he wouldn't have blamed Ishida for the decision, it would have been upsetting to loose this good of a friend.
"I get that a lot." He really did.
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"Lucky for you," he began, something of a curve beginning at his lips, "most of this City is far more annoying than you are. I might have added rather less intelligent, but recent events have called into question that particular trait. Nonetheless, I don't think Kukiko will be a sufficient deterrent from the ticking, now that I am accustomed to barely hearing it."
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But that he had an interest in acknowledging and keeping a friend, well -- he couldn't let himself think too hard on it, or he might end up hating the City a little less.
"Now, unless you're very attached, I see no reason for us to remain in Ichihara-san's shop."
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Twenty bucks says Ishida's next. Cirucci suddenly decides that, because of Il Forte angst, Ishida gets to be her psychiatrist. ........this is why the mun should not rp this late at night on no sleep"I don't see why we shouldn't move back, either." Honestly, he had been thinking that himself.
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omgstfu you want to jinx him?"I've already started," he said, and with that, began walking toward the exit, fully expecting him to follow. "Will you need help moving your things? I might have the time."
LOL, I FAILZ D:
lolwhups? i think she's distracted by 'Forte right now anyway ._.And, as expected, Doumeki did follow. "I could use a hand." he agreed, after a brief pause to consider.