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[001] Maybe the Worst Show-And-Tell Ever
Dec. 1st, 2016 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
futuredisappointmentsCharacter(s): Yosuke Hanamura and Ziggy, [OPEN to observing Asgardians]
Setting: Asgard Gardens
Content: Worksafe, gross eldritch stuff though.
Summary: Yosuke went exploring, found some not-pleasant things.
Yosuke fidgeted. Sitting somewhere with the express intent to await someone was nerve-wracking enough without the pretty damned substantial stress increase from having what he had convulsing in his pocket like a trapped rodent.
Thank God for small favors, the thing stopped producing the moistened sludge before it started to overwhelm the contents of the heavy-duty tupperware plastic he'd stored it in, carving a box-shaped crease in his pants. For a panicked moment every time he passed a locale where females might abound he imagined it might be confused for...something else that causes creasing in leg wear, but he was fortunately never engaged.
Having Ziggy be the one who responded was an irony of a blessing. On the one hand, his even, guileless temperament would be conducive to the conversation, but on another, he wasn't happy about having to show it to ANYONE, let alone the kind-hearted pacifist with the pretty face. Maybe Munakata would've been better, but then he'd probably have lapsed into that stupid military-esque tendency of snapping into line whenever he approached. The coincidentally silver-headed man reminded him of his partner - calm, controlled, an obvious predisposition to lead. Unlike Yu, though, was the coldness, the severity, and...the quality of imposing, like questioning him was a fatal mistake. Didn't seem like too bad a guy, though...
Yosuke shook the thoughts out of his head like excess water after swimming. He needed to stay on track.
Taking a few deep breaths, he cast his eyes out to the immaculate gardens, and waited.
Setting: Asgard Gardens
Content: Worksafe, gross eldritch stuff though.
Summary: Yosuke went exploring, found some not-pleasant things.
Yosuke fidgeted. Sitting somewhere with the express intent to await someone was nerve-wracking enough without the pretty damned substantial stress increase from having what he had convulsing in his pocket like a trapped rodent.
Thank God for small favors, the thing stopped producing the moistened sludge before it started to overwhelm the contents of the heavy-duty tupperware plastic he'd stored it in, carving a box-shaped crease in his pants. For a panicked moment every time he passed a locale where females might abound he imagined it might be confused for...something else that causes creasing in leg wear, but he was fortunately never engaged.
Having Ziggy be the one who responded was an irony of a blessing. On the one hand, his even, guileless temperament would be conducive to the conversation, but on another, he wasn't happy about having to show it to ANYONE, let alone the kind-hearted pacifist with the pretty face. Maybe Munakata would've been better, but then he'd probably have lapsed into that stupid military-esque tendency of snapping into line whenever he approached. The coincidentally silver-headed man reminded him of his partner - calm, controlled, an obvious predisposition to lead. Unlike Yu, though, was the coldness, the severity, and...the quality of imposing, like questioning him was a fatal mistake. Didn't seem like too bad a guy, though...
Yosuke shook the thoughts out of his head like excess water after swimming. He needed to stay on track.
Taking a few deep breaths, he cast his eyes out to the immaculate gardens, and waited.
