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Entry tags:
my life, my choices
Who: Yukari and Adachi
Where: The lower district & eventually Adachi's apartment
When: Sunday, Sunday Sunday (evening)
Style: [prose in brackets]
Status: c l o s e d.
[Maybe Yukari hadn't even noticed her tattoo glow the night before. But it would figure, with her luck lately, that she would feel the curse's effects on what should ostensibly be its last day.
It's...really hot, for one. It has been, all day, which is probably why she hadn't bothered going up to the island at all, since the sun would only make things worse. She finds herself tugging at her shirt as she walks, using it to fan herself-- because even if it is pretty ineffective, it's better than nothing. *Nothing* seems to be effective at satisfying her today, anyway.
And really, it's because she wants something.
In a city where everything is free, it just isn't right to want anything this badly, but as it is, it's practically the only emotion she feels. She's getting flashbacks of Shirakawa Blvd., if she's honest with herself-- and she feels herself giving into the desire in the same way, after an entire day of trying to ignore it. Ignore the network...
Hahahahahaha. This city--
She is determined not to let this happen, as badly as she wants it to. It doesn't matter if she's a girl who has to get what she wants. She ... she can't.
And it pains her to think about it, because she knows she could. She could! She could have anyone she wanted. But now she's just trying to channel that desire into the desire to go home.
Home--
She's in the lower district, so she's almost there. But of course. Of course that's when she would bump into him, quite literally.
Adachi. Stupid, stupid Adachi. She really doesn't like him--]
S- Sorry.
[...so why hasn't she walked away yet?]
Where: The lower district & eventually Adachi's apartment
When: Sunday, Sunday Sunday (evening)
Style: [prose in brackets]
Status: c l o s e d.
[Maybe Yukari hadn't even noticed her tattoo glow the night before. But it would figure, with her luck lately, that she would feel the curse's effects on what should ostensibly be its last day.
It's...really hot, for one. It has been, all day, which is probably why she hadn't bothered going up to the island at all, since the sun would only make things worse. She finds herself tugging at her shirt as she walks, using it to fan herself-- because even if it is pretty ineffective, it's better than nothing. *Nothing* seems to be effective at satisfying her today, anyway.
And really, it's because she wants something.
In a city where everything is free, it just isn't right to want anything this badly, but as it is, it's practically the only emotion she feels. She's getting flashbacks of Shirakawa Blvd., if she's honest with herself-- and she feels herself giving into the desire in the same way, after an entire day of trying to ignore it. Ignore the network...
Hahahahahaha. This city--
She is determined not to let this happen, as badly as she wants it to. It doesn't matter if she's a girl who has to get what she wants. She ... she can't.
And it pains her to think about it, because she knows she could. She could! She could have anyone she wanted. But now she's just trying to channel that desire into the desire to go home.
Home--
She's in the lower district, so she's almost there. But of course. Of course that's when she would bump into him, quite literally.
Adachi. Stupid, stupid Adachi. She really doesn't like him--]
S- Sorry.
[...so why hasn't she walked away yet?]
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still, adachi had been behaving a little unorthodox to his usual habits today - not enough to elicit concern, since it really was just little things.
as a concurrent example, how he was currently headed back to his apartment with two only just barely being used plastic grocery bags - two probably weren't even necessary, honestly. not unusual per se, but when adachi generally stocked up for the week he never did so in such moderation. back home he normally portrayed this by indulging in whatever was on sale or fairly cheap; in vatheon, he didn't have to do that - everything was free so he didn't have to abstain from particularly nice food.
he had no reason for why he'd chosen such a short-term, not to mention boring food choice other than that he just felt like it. it was a little odd, since he hadn't felt like cabbage since he'd gotten here, but maybe he was simply feeling nostalgic. nostalgic of not being able to afford nicer food... yeah, right.
although even if that were true, it didn't explain why he'd decided to lay off the alcohol tonight - it's not like he ever opted out of that back home when he had a chance—
he's interrupted from any self-questioning thoughts by the event of someone familiar running into him and promptly apologizing. granted, it was partially his fault as well since his head was in the clouds. ]
Whoah... Pardon me.
[ he half-expected her to walk away to be honest, which is why he's left wondering if she wants something.
sure, he knows her kind of, but she didn't seem like the type to make idle conversation in this type of scenario; she wasn't, ah.. that amiable. ]
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And here isn't any different.
Only she isn't removing herself at all from his presence. She's staring at him as if she's only seeing him for the first time, taking in his appearance... butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
Ridiculous.]
Uh... grocery shopping?
[Her breathing is heavy still, as she quickly turns away to avert her gaze-- hopefully to quell her reaction somewhat-- and she runs a hand across her forehead as she does so, feeling the layer of sweat peel away.
She hasn't even bothered to look at what may be inside those bags... she's only making assumptions.]
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Huh? [ spluttering - ] Oh, well, yeah! Kind of... I didn't wanna get too much so it's really only something for tonight, if you know what I mean.
[ ..-although how would she understand that? even he realizes himself it's a little ridiculous to go out shopping for a single night's dinner - especially when everything was free of charge. still, it seemed like the right thing to do for whatever reason... although that would bring into question why he's suddenly so concerned with 'right' and 'wrong', but he's more distracted by the girl's atypical behavior at the moment. he was mulling over whether or not to address it, but she doesn't look very good and it'd be bad if she passed out from dehydration or something, so... ]
Umm, are you okay...? Isn't it a little hot to be standing around outside like this?
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Well...sure. Maybe it's not as strange as he thinks, picking up a single meal for the night; but the bags are somewhat misleading about it. She doesn't seem too concerned about it at the moment, though-- rather, she's hanging on his every word, paying more attention to him than she usually does when he gives his explanation.
This might be why she's a little taken aback when he suddenly shifts the conversation to focus on her.]
Oh-- [She's shaking her head, though even as she denies it, she's running her hand through her hair, moving it out of her face. She can still feel the sweat.] No, I'm-- I'm fine.
[Isn't she always?
No, not really, but she'll still insist on it anyway, with no room for his argument.]
But... yeah, I guess it is pretty warm for some reason.
[...She'll give him that much. Although with that being the case, she has no idea why she's suddenly closing the distance between them. As if they hadn't been standing fairly close already, having literally bumped into each other, she'll take a step even closer-- because maybe she can't stand it anymore. Maybe she finds the lack of physical contact unbearable already...]
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In a brief moment of clarity where she regains her senses, Yukari catches herself. Alarming, because this closeness should've had her feeling massively uncomfortable-- and there is some hesitation here. But instead, she finds herself liking it. She welcomes it even, although she wishes it didn't have to be him of all people-- but at this point, her only concern is finding an excuse for it in the first place.
She bites her lip and averts her gaze once more, to look at the two bag of groceries in his hands. She doesn't step away though, because they seem to be reason enough for her-- and instead, she'll tug gently on his sleeve.]
Want me to carry 'em inside for you?
[He had essentially said they shouldn't be standing around outside, after all; so for her, this is likely a sensible suggestion to follow it. But still, a part of her is still in disbelief...]
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except for some reason he feels slightly insecure - he has a passing thought to even take a step back to give the lady some room, but then just after he's wondering where the fuck that thought even came from.
if he's honest - sure, yukari's hot; he's more into the beautiful type than the cute type, but he can still admire yukari's assets. although if he's doubly honest, this is all just a big misunderstanding - he'd bumped into her, after all. he's so particularly focused on what's going through his head about what's even happening that yukari's sudden shift of movement catches him by surprise - ha! of course, the groceries... it's a bit of a relief for him, since it proves he was misunderstanding things. despite the relief, her question had come quick and he'd opted to make his answer just as quick to spare any more awkwardness - although his response comes out awkward anyway: ]
S-Sure! If you want...
[ why was he prolonging this.. and why was she interested in helping, even. although he supposes looks are deceiving... ]
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This is what she needs...
...It isn't fair. But nevertheless, she smirks, taking the grocery bags off his hands... and as quickly as she had closed the distance between them, she steps back, almost as if she'd been teasing him all along.
Maybe that's what she's doing, after all; but just how far is she willing to go?
Haa... it's so hot, she almost can't think of anything else, anyway. She may as well be blinded-- and she tugs at her shirt again, itching to take it off.]
After you.
[Luckily, she has more self control than that. It's not as if she knows where he lives, either... but after this, she's never going to forget.]
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Right.
[ he feels a little odd about going first for some reason, but it isn't like she knows the way, either... luckily they were already in the lower district and yutopil wasn't too far from where they were standing, so it really was only about a block's walk. no big deal, right? not to mention the fact that the shorter the walk was, the less awkward silence there would be. adachi was normally prone to talking one's ear off, but today he was atypically few of words. although in truth it was probably less awkward due to the silence - that is, until wandering thoughts started replacing the silence.
especially once he's stepping into his resident apartment building's elevator and pressing the glowing "7" button. talk about go out of one's way... there's really no denying it anymore, is there.
although by the time he's finished swiping his keycard, he's at least thankful he can exhibit at least one courtesy. ]
Ladies first.
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She doesn't even feel the need to say anything. Her mind is too focused on other things for it, anyway. Things that she has to have, things that she somehow intends to get... so there's silence, and only the sound of their footsteps and the chattering of others they innocently pass by prevail.
Speaking of water, wouldn't a shower be nice right about now...?
Ah, she wants that, too. She wants everything, and her body feels like it's on fire because of it. But after he unlocks his door with the keycard and she walks in, she feels a blast of cold air from his air conditioning that at least temporarily quells this.]
Phew... thank goodness.
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it garners a short exhale on his own end as well once he takes a step inside, albeit less audible than yukari's - he's anything but relieved. in fact, he has second thoughts about even shutting the door since the action screamed "unethical" to him. still, he shuts it smoothly enough since refraining to do so would overall be more awkward than not - there's a lingering, but it's hardly noticeable considering he quickly opts to deal with the grocery bag at hand.
setting it abruptly on the counter a little less than neatly and nearly immediately having his attention grabbed by something else- ]
.. Hang on a sec.
[ that bottle of liquor also on the counter? he's twisting off the cap as he takes a step further into the meager kitchen area-
only to slide open the large window therein and begin pouring out all of the bottle's contents.
hopefully nobody's standing around outside the building right now. ]
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She doesn't stop him. She doesn't even move.
She just stares, demanding-- almost as if he's interrupting something important.
Maybe he is.]
What are you doing?
[At the very least, he's letting the heat in from outside...]
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shaking his head, he re-shuts the window a little roughly. of course, he hadn't seen yukari staring at him, but her tone had came through loud and clear - and when he turns around her expression is noteable. ]
Um-.. [ ... wow what a weird impulse, now that he's actually thinking about it. ] House.. cleaning?
[ now he's just standing there a little vacantly, empty bottle in hand; it's so quiet you can really only hear the buzz of the ac.
what a lovely way to go about giving up alcohol... ]
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As if he's trying to treat her as his guest or something. Is he actually trying to be polite...? Not that this had to involve pouring out the alcohol in such a crude manner, so it still doesn't excuse it exactly, but...still, something about that answer stands out to her. On the spot and out of the blue as it may have been.
When he shuts the window, she can feel the cool air begin to circulate again, and that calms her. Though her desire still leads her to walk towards him... and brush against his arm, as she stands next to him to stare out said window.]
You could've at least used the sink.
...Or the bathroom.
[Heh. That's where most alcohol goes anyway, right? Stupid mom, always coming back drunk, going straight for the toilet...
But no. That's hardly what she wants to be thinking about now, when she thinks about a bathroom.]
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straight from the arm she'd just brushed up against a moment ago, there's a toss.
it's quickly followed by the audible clank of a glass bottle being disposed of in the nearby garbage bin. and, well, regarding her words.. disposing of alcohol in the bathroom really didn't seem very pracical to him, honestly - but he supposed it was just as feasible given there was a sink there as well.
pot. kettle. same result, really.
always the same result. ]
Nah, it's fine the way I took care of it. Nobody was out there, anyways. [ ... geez, how was he even supposed to go about doing this? to be honest, he's not even sure he wants to by this point given the strange, conflicting thoughts he keeps experiencing tonight, but.. what's done is done, isn't it? he's rubbing the side of his neck for a brief moment, and...
and nothing. he's stalling— ] So, anything I can get ya?
[ of course she'd be thirsty by now due to all of that heat just prior! ]