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Who: Shizuo and Trunks
Where: Park
When: Evening?
Style: Prose <3
Status: Closed

The prospect of having Serph help him may have offered Shizuo a new way to try and get a handle on himself, but it didn't automatically change Shizuo's reactivity. That would take time. It certainly didn't change the circumstances that had him irritated and feeling off - the result of being down and out under the curse, as well as the other factors that have come into play - and so the following day found him in the park, trying to vent some of that excess energy. And, sadly, getting into another altercation. It wasn't as though this was new for him; back in Ikebukuro, no-good punks would often run into him and cause him trouble, whether intentional or not. Vatheon had just eased some of that. But it was back to square one - at least for now.

At least this time, the offender took off before Shizuo had a chance to really erupt. Frustrated, Shizuo tossed aside the park bench he had uprooted and turned, about to pull out a cigarette. He paused, though, noticing someone looking at him.

And, well, he had some anger built up after that interaction, so he was already on the offense. "What're you looking at?"

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Trunks just nodded. He did--it wasn't one that he liked to get into too much with other people. He had with Vegeta, but it was in a moment of weakness and it was with someone who could understand just how desperate the situation was.

It didn't mean that he would have, but there was a better chance of it.

"But your reason can be just as simple as having something to do, a way to vent or exercise, whatever."

"I guess that makes sense," Shizuo replied. "I've never really though to those things as reasons, though." But maybe if he did, and made himself feel more purposeful, it'd be easier. "How do you meditate, anyway? I've tried and...it didn't work."

"It's not easy, especially if you're used to being active. Picture something that calms you, maybe repeat some mantra in your head. It's hard to learn to turn off your thoughts." Trunks shrugged--he wasn't always the best at it himself, his mind was always going a mile a minute.

"I usually concentrate on my breathing. It's something physical, something you don't normally have to think about, it's rhythmic, and it's always there."

"I can try that." Izaya had told him to picture two streams - or something along those lines - and that had been too abstract for Shizuo. Breathing sounded easier - it was something on which he could keep his attention without too much effort. He nodded, then, feeling a little more comfortable with the idea of meditation at that suggestion. "Okay. I will."