[Seaman Ave. at least has some class, compared to Long Hard Dr. Really, the irony is Ariel sucks despite all its time blowing.
Sousuke's still gonna nag at him. He can't have his future Olympian of a best friend ruining himself with a cold now can he? Rin's always the kind to go barreling ahead and come in with a scrape on his knee or whack into a low-hanging branch while sassing over his shoulder. It's that he knows Rin's standing around naked on purpose that he's telling him to get dried and warm. Because even if he breaks into a sprint, he's still gonna be a few more min-- Wait was that his street? Hang on. Dammit, now this is starting to irk him; just how long is this stupid city going to keep him from the person he wants nothing more than to be next to?! … Oh wait, he's on the right street.
Never mind.
Shoving his hands further into his pocket, he picks up his pace a little more, eyes on the sidewalk in front of him as he waits for Rin's favor.
Oh...
For several moments he slows, mouth hanging open a little. It's a simple favor, kind of silly as well, but... it hits him right in the heart. Such a rush of nostalgia it brings, the click of their dorm door, the sight of their room with its curtained window and bunk beds and desks, the eternal curiosity if he's come in with the room occupied or vacant. And those words...
“Tadaima.” … “Okaeri.”
You're such a romantic sap, Rin. He can't help but fall into a soft smile, tender with nostalgia and touched. Right through the shields, into the warm part of his heart. Just like Rin.]
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Date: 2015-10-09 04:00 am (UTC)Sousuke's still gonna nag at him. He can't have his future Olympian of a best friend ruining himself with a cold now can he? Rin's always the kind to go barreling ahead and come in with a scrape on his knee or whack into a low-hanging branch while sassing over his shoulder. It's that he knows Rin's standing around naked on purpose that he's telling him to get dried and warm. Because even if he breaks into a sprint, he's still gonna be a few more min-- Wait was that his street? Hang on. Dammit, now this is starting to irk him; just how long is this stupid city going to keep him from the person he wants nothing more than to be next to?! … Oh wait, he's on the right street.
Never mind.
Shoving his hands further into his pocket, he picks up his pace a little more, eyes on the sidewalk in front of him as he waits for Rin's favor.
Oh...
For several moments he slows, mouth hanging open a little. It's a simple favor, kind of silly as well, but... it hits him right in the heart. Such a rush of nostalgia it brings, the click of their dorm door, the sight of their room with its curtained window and bunk beds and desks, the eternal curiosity if he's come in with the room occupied or vacant. And those words...
“Tadaima.” … “Okaeri.”
You're such a romantic sap, Rin. He can't help but fall into a soft smile, tender with nostalgia and touched. Right through the shields, into the warm part of his heart. Just like Rin.]
Does that make you happy, Rin?