[About fifteen minutes later, Shinjiro shows up in his long sleeved black turtleneck (smudged in flour, he was messing around in the 'Lights kitchen) and with a scowl on his face. He doesn't exactly wanna deal with Anemone's room mates right now.
[Shinjiro brushes some flour off his hands and gets the door open. Once he does, he just heads over to Anemone's floor spot (somehow he thought she'd be there) and sits down himself, right next to her. Not sure what to say... he gives her a concerned look.]
[She's finally stopped crying by this point, but her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are red. She didn't do much in terms of 'looking presentable', but it doesn't matter so much with Shinji. As he comes closer, she looks up at him, sniffling softly.]
... [His eyes widen. Damn, that could be a few people... at least Umi or Sanji. Instead of asking her, he leafs through frequencies to check, and sighs when he finds the dead one.]
So I see... [After a moment, he throws an arm around her shoulders. There's really no right thing to say when shit like this happens, and if there is, hell if he knows it. And he knows how tough it is... if anyone's here long enough, it's something they learn.]
[She doesn't say anything as he goes through and checks, and just sighs at the hug. It's comforting, at least, so she just hugs back and doesn't let go for a while.]
[And he just...leaves his arm there and keeps quiet for the most part. Thinking about how he wants to say 'I'm not going anywhere,' but what control does he even have over that? Only as much as any of them, even if he's still here after all this time.]
If there's one thing I can't stand about living here, it's that.
Mm. [Anemone nods, just holding on tightly. With everyone leaving, or at risk of leaving, or constantly going back and forth, it was just so much harder to get close to people. She really wants to assure herself that they'll come back, that nothing happened, nothing's wrong... but none of that can be guaranteed.
And it's just tiring feeling so hopeless. Her hands grip his coat tighter, and she shudders, as if about to cry, but she bites it back. She's done enough crying here... it's not helping anyone.]
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Date: 2009-11-30 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-30 10:51 pm (UTC)[Or she thinks it is. She gets up to check anyway, and, once sure it is, she relocates to the floor, in a miserable pile on a rug.]
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Date: 2009-12-01 12:03 am (UTC)With a sigh, he knocks...]
Hey, uh...Anemone? You there?
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Date: 2009-12-01 12:06 am (UTC)Yeah? 'S open.
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Date: 2009-12-01 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-01 12:25 am (UTC)You lost your chef again.
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Date: 2009-12-01 12:29 am (UTC)So I see... [After a moment, he throws an arm around her shoulders. There's really no right thing to say when shit like this happens, and if there is, hell if he knows it. And he knows how tough it is... if anyone's here long enough, it's something they learn.]
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Date: 2009-12-01 01:20 am (UTC)It's... hard.
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Date: 2009-12-01 02:02 am (UTC)[And he just...leaves his arm there and keeps quiet for the most part. Thinking about how he wants to say 'I'm not going anywhere,' but what control does he even have over that? Only as much as any of them, even if he's still here after all this time.]
If there's one thing I can't stand about living here, it's that.
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Date: 2009-12-01 02:25 am (UTC)And it's just tiring feeling so hopeless. Her hands grip his coat tighter, and she shudders, as if about to cry, but she bites it back. She's done enough crying here... it's not helping anyone.]
It has to stop one day, doesn't it?