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Post by Mr. H on Aug 23, 2009 5:52:31 GMT -5
The light clicked on in the apartment as Sanae drove his shoulder against the door a little to get it to move farther. There was something wrong with one of the hinges that made it sink into the carpet a hair, and Sanae could probably fix it, but it was the only thing really wrong with the place and he didn't mind a little fighting to get at the world or away from it. "I think you know the drill," he said to Minamimoto, toeing off his geta near the door and stepping aside so his companion could do the same. Despite the fact that Chocolat' seemed fairly mixed, Sanae stuck to his roots and kept at least the most common Japanese traditions a part of his everyday lifestyle. "The usual?" he asked, heading on inside. A quick look at his attire changed his mind. After all, as much as he trusted himself with a coffee machine, he didn't want to ruin this outfit. "I'll just be a minute, make yourself comfortable," he added unnecessarily, knowing the Grim Heaper would probably be dead asleep on the couch or fiddling with something heapable and breakable by the time Sanae showed again.
Trusting Sho to let the door fall closed and the lock to hold, he headed into the bedroom to change out of the hakama, which was starting to get hot and uncomfortable in the stale apartment air. He made a mental note to flick on the air conditioning when he got out.
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Post by Sho Minamimoto on Aug 25, 2009 4:43:35 GMT -5
Having a roof over one's head was a luxury that Sho rarely got to experience, let alone enjoy, so he couldn't help but feel envious that Sanae always seemed to get the nicer ones. Roofs, that is -- ones that didn't leak when it rained, and ones he didn't have to share with infinitely annoying roommates. Sanae had it good.
So perhaps Sho could be forgiven for waltzing into the apartment without taking his muddy boots off first, too wrapped up in awe.
"This set is zetta congruent, Hanekoma!" And already he was all over the nearest lamp, inspecting it from all angles as he measured its dimensions mentally. He seemed a little more alert now, perhaps simply from the excitement of being in a new place, but that seemed to die down rather quickly after a particularly large, leonine yawn.
"I want a tall one," he started, but didn't bother to finish it after Sanae slipped into some other room. Left to his own devices, he took a moment to examine the place, checking out every nook and cranny before returning his attention to that lamp.
He was so going to take that lamp.
But that was neither here nor there at the moment, as currently the most important things were coffee, sleep, food, sleep, bed, sleep -- something along those lines, in no particular order. So he flopped onto the couch, sinking into the cushions with what almost sounded like a moan, happy to be off his feet. And damn did this couch feel nice -- it'd been far too long since he'd slept on something with all of its stuffing in tact, and the beds at the academy weren't the most comfortable things in the world...
But...it wasn't...quite...
It's too damn warm, that's what it is.
"Hey, Yottagram. Set temperature < current value."
After kicking off his boots and socks, he rose again, peeking down the hallway for some sign of Sanae. Must be a zetta complicated outfit to get on and off, he imagined. But it wasn't a bad idea at all -- and Sanae did tell him to make himself comfortable. And so with all the nonchalance in the world Sho stripped off his jacket, tossing it in the sink (for later cleaning, presumably), and made the lamp into a hat rack before undoing his belt and--
Oh wait...
Sanae probably wouldn't appreciate that.
He left his pants on.
"What's taking you so zetta long?"
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Post by Mr. H on Nov 2, 2009 17:28:01 GMT -5
With the formal wear neatly folded and put away, Sanae was clad in black slacks and just tugging on a white button-up when he sensed it--too late to even matter, was he getting rusty?--and had the presence of mind not to resist when the attack used him as a battering ram on his own door. He hit the wall and then the floor with a faint whimper that sounded more like a grunt, hesitating before rising. Yeah, I'm over the hill alright.
Eh, well.
Sanae didn't have to think because his body did it for him, moving in smoothly like a dancer but with the rushed ferocity of a fighter. He could probably have just destroyed it with little effort, but that also would have done a job on his room and frankly it had taken enough abuse for the day. So instead he seized it by the head, weathering the retaliating slice to his shoulder because it gave him enough time to calculate the force necessary and trigger a tiny explosion of energy in the creature's otherworldly skull.
The Noise disappeared without leaving a mess or evidence, as it was wont to do, but Sanae had identified it as a Pteropus Canor--and the pin that dropped from empty air after it was gone only confirmed that. He bent to pick it up and turned it over and over in his hand, frowning as he sought out their surroundings for other negative energy spikes. Nothing seemed unusual about Neku or Joshua, but he could tell that this one has resulted from their combined emotional differences.
In which case, why hadn't he sensed it? True, he wasn't currently attuned to the Underground, but that meant there was no reason why it would be aware of him--much less target him specifically.
Running a thumb down the edge of the pin and considering his own handiwork on the face, Sanae couldn't help but feel that someone was sending him a message.
But he had no business giving in to such idle superstitions. So he closed his hand around it, closing his mind around the possibilities, and leaned around the doorjamb to see what Sho was up to. "Sorry 'bout that, boss. I'm not used to those things--got my legs tangled in it."
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