[It's easier this way, putting some distance between them so they don't end up wrecking their surroundings or each other in the process. Or so he thinks. At first. Can't say he isn't used to it... and as he stomps down the hall he wonders if he's experiencing some weirder form of déjà vu. Didn't they fight over something stupid like this before? Probably. No, not probably. Definitely. And didn't that fight end up exactly like this too? Going their separate ways, giving the cold shoulder, eventually breaking the quiet with a compromise or a cola.
Is he sad? Is he angry? No... He's not quite either of those things. And once his footsteps draw to a halt in front of the balcony door at the end of the hall, Rin realizes he's more exhausted than anything else. Could've just slept and gotten it over with.
... He wonders what Sousuke's doing. Hn. Probably got his head shoved under his pillow. Or maybe he's spread out like a starfish and cursing the ceiling. Both images make him scoff either way just before he pushes open the large glass door to let the nighttime chill brush against his face. Who cares what that idiot's doing? He's going to do his own thing and enjoy it without him!
Rin still has his pillow pulled to his chest when he makes his way closer to the stone railing, which proves to be for the best since it's colder than anticipated out here. Out here where he can hear water and branches, his own heart thump-thumping away between his ears... Rin folds his arms over the railing, using his pillow for added cushion, and stares down at the gardens several feet below. He's not sure if everything's always been this huge or if his smaller frame only makes it seem that way. For that matter, has everything always been this... important? It seems he's been paying extra special attention to everything he's done these past two days, from his choice of words with that woman he never met over the network to the way he smiled at her when they parted ways... from the way he overreacted in the morning to the way his teeth wouldn't stop itching right now.
Unconsciously Rin purses his lips as if that will help dull the weird sensation. Must be something to do with his not-quite-pointy-teeth and nothing at all to do with Sousuke's lips on his--
He could scream into this pillow, he really could! ... Instead, he opts for whining. Stupid Sousuke. ... Stupid him for getting so close.]
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[It's easier this way, putting some distance between them so they don't end up wrecking their surroundings or each other in the process. Or so he thinks. At first. Can't say he isn't used to it... and as he stomps down the hall he wonders if he's experiencing some weirder form of déjà vu. Didn't they fight over something stupid like this before? Probably. No, not probably. Definitely. And didn't that fight end up exactly like this too? Going their separate ways, giving the cold shoulder, eventually breaking the quiet with a compromise or a cola.
Is he sad? Is he angry? No... He's not quite either of those things. And once his footsteps draw to a halt in front of the balcony door at the end of the hall, Rin realizes he's more exhausted than anything else. Could've just slept and gotten it over with.
... He wonders what Sousuke's doing. Hn. Probably got his head shoved under his pillow. Or maybe he's spread out like a starfish and cursing the ceiling. Both images make him scoff either way just before he pushes open the large glass door to let the nighttime chill brush against his face. Who cares what that idiot's doing? He's going to do his own thing and enjoy it without him!
Rin still has his pillow pulled to his chest when he makes his way closer to the stone railing, which proves to be for the best since it's colder than anticipated out here. Out here where he can hear water and branches, his own heart thump-thumping away between his ears... Rin folds his arms over the railing, using his pillow for added cushion, and stares down at the gardens several feet below. He's not sure if everything's always been this huge or if his smaller frame only makes it seem that way. For that matter, has everything always been this... important? It seems he's been paying extra special attention to everything he's done these past two days, from his choice of words with that woman he never met over the network to the way he smiled at her when they parted ways... from the way he overreacted in the morning to the way his teeth wouldn't stop itching right now.
Unconsciously Rin purses his lips as if that will help dull the weird sensation. Must be something to do with his not-quite-pointy-teeth and nothing at all to do with Sousuke's lips on his--
He could scream into this pillow, he really could! ... Instead, he opts for whining. Stupid Sousuke. ... Stupid him for getting so close.]