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log; ongoing
When; Monday, Sept. 7th, 2009, 10:30 AM
Rating; PG-13+
Characters; Hiro Nakamura [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ibrokehistory, Mohinder Suresh [orderonto]
Summary; Mohinder ambushes Hiro for a talk while he's practicing at a dojo. ~*~Foreshadowing~*~?
Log;
He parked the vehicle down the block, stepped out and locked it, face set into the same look of far-away thought that it typically was, Mohinder Suresh's thousand-yard-stare, all cerebral intent. He crushed a piece of spearmint gum between his teeth, sliding off the cap he wore as he opened the door to the dojo that he knew Hiro would be in at this time on this morning, knew from asking, as well as silent watching. He slowed the door as it shut, not letting it slam rudely behind him, before walking quietly across the area to find Hiro Nakamura, feet quiet inside a soft pair of loafers.
Mohinder let himself lean against the doorframe with crossed arms, watching the small man work with a practice sword in the middle of the room. He seemed awkward, and naturally no doubt he was, but in Hiro's actions Mohinder could see both care and diligence. It was perhaps more appreciable than natural talent. Mohinder always had appreciated such things, in his own way. Not for the reasons that most would. Eventually, he spoke up, lifting his voice.
"Mr. Nakamura?"
Rating; PG-13+
Characters; Hiro Nakamura [
ibrokehistory, Mohinder Suresh [orderonto]Summary; Mohinder ambushes Hiro for a talk while he's practicing at a dojo. ~*~Foreshadowing~*~?
Log;
He parked the vehicle down the block, stepped out and locked it, face set into the same look of far-away thought that it typically was, Mohinder Suresh's thousand-yard-stare, all cerebral intent. He crushed a piece of spearmint gum between his teeth, sliding off the cap he wore as he opened the door to the dojo that he knew Hiro would be in at this time on this morning, knew from asking, as well as silent watching. He slowed the door as it shut, not letting it slam rudely behind him, before walking quietly across the area to find Hiro Nakamura, feet quiet inside a soft pair of loafers.
Mohinder let himself lean against the doorframe with crossed arms, watching the small man work with a practice sword in the middle of the room. He seemed awkward, and naturally no doubt he was, but in Hiro's actions Mohinder could see both care and diligence. It was perhaps more appreciable than natural talent. Mohinder always had appreciated such things, in his own way. Not for the reasons that most would. Eventually, he spoke up, lifting his voice.
"Mr. Nakamura?"