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thenearshore2018-02-14 11:51 am
mithrarin) wrote in thenearshore2018-02-14 11:51 am
Heroism For Two
Who: Dust and Chinatsu
When: October 14
Where: An innocent bridge down Near Shore way
What: An afternoon hanging out turns dramatic
People who knew Dust and Chinatsu likely wouldn't understand why they spent time together, from just a casual appraisal. Their conversation, from the moment they stepped onto the bridge, had been nothing more than an acrimonious argument over Chinese food, a topic about which neither of them were anywhere near as knowledgeable as they acted. But anyone who really knew Dust and Chinatsu would understand exactly why they spent time together.
To be fair, the bus driver probably wouldn't have been able to avoid them even if he could see them.
One moment they were arguing proper chopstick technique; the next, Dust all but threw Chinatsu to the ground in a desperate dive that carries her just beyond the reach of careening metal. Its fender clipped his leg as it screeched past, slamming into and through the concrete restraining wall, a horrible scream of stressed undercarriage splitting the air as its front tires shot over the edge and its gearbox dragged.
From atop it, an ayakashi half-leaped, half-oozed down, while another one raced up the road towards them on way too many feet.
When: October 14
Where: An innocent bridge down Near Shore way
What: An afternoon hanging out turns dramatic
People who knew Dust and Chinatsu likely wouldn't understand why they spent time together, from just a casual appraisal. Their conversation, from the moment they stepped onto the bridge, had been nothing more than an acrimonious argument over Chinese food, a topic about which neither of them were anywhere near as knowledgeable as they acted. But anyone who really knew Dust and Chinatsu would understand exactly why they spent time together.
To be fair, the bus driver probably wouldn't have been able to avoid them even if he could see them.
One moment they were arguing proper chopstick technique; the next, Dust all but threw Chinatsu to the ground in a desperate dive that carries her just beyond the reach of careening metal. Its fender clipped his leg as it screeched past, slamming into and through the concrete restraining wall, a horrible scream of stressed undercarriage splitting the air as its front tires shot over the edge and its gearbox dragged.
From atop it, an ayakashi half-leaped, half-oozed down, while another one raced up the road towards them on way too many feet.