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Matou Byakuya // 間桐鶴野 ([personal profile] didnteventry) wrote in [community profile] streetwalkers2013-08-04 12:44 am
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[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-09-28 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
What? I thought this was just for today.
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[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-09-28 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Nasty -- ? [ ah, yes. right where it hurts. literally. ] You little shit!
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[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-09-29 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ WOW RUDE
shinji's just gonna
break eye contact and turn his head a little
SHIFTS UNCOMFORTABLy because he's a vain little motherfucker like that, oh my god. ]


Heh! Enjoy it while you can! My comeback will be amazing.
You're such a big shot, so why don't you bring home warm compresses tomorrow.
Edited 2013-09-29 00:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-10-01 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah? Make it lasagna then, smart guy.
disenfranchised: (you're fueling my silent rage.)

[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-10-15 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ shinji keeps his good friend denial for company for a while that evening. once he can't possibly sleep any more, he cleans around their room and counts what change they have left in case byakuya comes home empty handed. he finally gets around to looking in a mirror and gently pokes and prods and grimaces at the bruises on his face, having turned a collection of deep purples, green and even yellow around the edges. once the sun has been down for a while and he can hear the shop keepers across the street pulling down their metal doors, he realizes that it's nearly 11pm and byakuya still hasn't come home.

fuck.

pulling on his coat, he pushes more of his hair into his face and scrunches up his shoulders against the cold sea breeze as he steps out onto the sidewalk. byakuya had said he'd been in the richer neighborhoods, hadn't he? maybe he was still there. maybe someone had invited him in for dinner? it's not as if he could call shinji on the phone, but... no. he should have come home by now. he should be home right now. he didn't really want to entertain himself with thoughts of where byakuya could be. the possibilities were a bit too much for him to consider.

the streets are nearly empty, save for a few homeless people here and there. people that were just a step below he and byakuya, really. he calls out for his brother, despite whatever heckling they give him in return. ]
Edited 2013-10-15 05:35 (UTC)
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OH HELLO yes of course

[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-11-22 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's getting colder and the marine layer is settling in, making shinji's search even more difficult. he doesn't stop looking, though. he can't stop looking. when he finds byakuya, he's got a right mind to make their faces match -- and that's what thought he entertains himself with rather than much more grim possibilities. as he passes by people he turns up his nose the same way he always would, not realizing it's him who appears as the "riff raff" he's always openly judged.

when this person calls out to him it takes no time for him to rush up to them, adrenaline keeping him light on his feet. ]


What -- ? What did you say? [ he calls after, the stranger's words clicking. did they see him get clobbered the other day? or perhaps -- ] My brother! Are you talking about my brother?
disenfranchised: (i've planted the seed of doubt.)

[personal profile] disenfranchised 2013-11-24 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, brother, did I not make myself clear? [ honestly, shinji doesn't have the time to play twenty questions with anyone while byakuya is out somewhere in the cold. though the next thing this guy says makes him freeze in place as his heart drops. ]

Wait, what? What is that supposed to mean -- ? [ he's aggressively close now, desperate. ] Don't fuck with me, tell me where he is!