Script Log(s): Shiraishi, Osamu + Miyuki
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tenipuri_xp★ date; Monday night/Tuesday morning, 10/15 - 16.
★ rating; PG. ;;
★ summary; Shirairai picks up a stray and takes 'er home to Osamu-chan. There is half-naked bonding. ☆
Miyuki: *Slumped against a lamppost, a bottle of Ramune on one side of her and a scruffy-looking cat on the other, attempting — with questionable success — to lift the bottle above her mouth using her shadow.*
Shiraishi: *on his way back to the dorm after grabbing some better-than-the-cafeteria food from the conbini, notices a girl with a bottle floating beside her and slows to a stop, watching for a moment* *causally* Neat trick.
Miyuki: *Freezes at the voice, eyes widening a little, but forces herself to focus.* (Don't lose it. Do not drop the bottle on your face.) *Slowly lowers the bottle after a long pause, turning her attention to the stranger to speak guardedly.* ... Comes in handy, yeah.
Shiraishi: Telekinetic?
Miyuki: *Hesitates, almost laughs for the irony of it.* No. Why, do you know many?
Shiraishi: *small smile* Just one. Not that well, either. Know a guy who flies, though.
Miyuki: *Moves her hand to physically pick up the bottle this time, still watching him with vague wariness.* Yeah?
Shiraishi: Yep. Good friend a' mine. *approaches, but cautiously* How long've you been at this? 'f I can ask.
Miyuki: *Resists the urge to stand up to keep him from towering over her quite so much.* Couple years; two'r three.
Shiraishi: Huh. Mine's just been a year.
Miyuki: *Pushes herself up on the post so that she's standing, effectively startling the cat away.* Well... I didn't do much with it 'til I was fourteen, so it's more like two than three.
Shiraishi: Looks like you're doin' pretty good with it so far. What is it, if it's not TK?
Miyuki: *Glances down at their shadows on the sidewalk, then reaches out and lightly shoves his shadow's shoulder.*
Shiraishi: *feels it, confused for a moment, then follows her line of sight to the shadows* That? *looks back at her and smiles* Like a ... shadow-kinetic? Never heard a' that before.
Miyuki: Umbrakinesis. S'not like it's common, I guess. Books don't have a whole lot on it, but it's not hard t'figure out.
Shiraishi: Doesn't seem like it. *thinks he might have one, finally, or at least someone's interest...* You from around here?
Miyuki: *Laughs.* Do I sound like I'm from around here?
Shiraishi: Not at all. *laughs, too* Kinda new m'self, but that's prob'ly pretty obvious, too. You wanna head somewhere?
Miyuki: Hard t'miss Osaka. *Grins a bit.* D'ya have somewhere in mind?
Shiraishi: Nothin' particular. Got some snacks 'f you wanna share. *holds up bag*
Miyuki: Long as you eat 'em first t'prove they're not poison. *Straightens from the post.* Let's just stick somewhere well-lit; I don't like the dark much anymore.
Shiraishi: *can't help but laugh at the irony* Sure, sure~ Passed an internet cafe that's open all night about a block back, they're open all night, 'f that's good?
Miyuki: They know me by name. *Grins, tucking a hand in her pocket as she turns back toward the cafe, but doesn't start walking ahead of him.*
Shiraishi: *is alright with walking beside her* Speaking of names ... 've you got one?
Miyuki: Not headed to Kyuushu anytime soon, right? I'm Chitose Miyuki.
Shiraishi: Nice t' meet ya.
Miyuki: Y'gonna tell me yours?
Shiraishi: *considers a moment, then decides he can at least meet her halfway* Shiraishi.
Miyuki: *Glances sidelong at him.* ... Good enough. Figure y'gotta reason for hidin', right? *After the briefest of pauses.* Well, shit, we all do.
Shiraishi: Yeah, we do. Shouldn't hafta, though. *catches himself before starting that argument again, and comes up on the cafe; he holds the door open for her*
Miyuki: *Shakes her head briefly as she passes him, entering the cafe.* No. We shouldn't.
Shiraishi: *glances around, takes a seat at a table in the corner, far enough away from the patrons that are already there* Ever think there was a way we might be able t' fix it? *takes a couple pre-wrapped onigiri out of the bag and lets her have her pick*
Miyuki: *Studies him as she takes one of the onigiri, eyes narrowed slightly in thought.* How do you fix the world's mindset?
Shiraishi: Can't. *unwraps one for himself* Gotta start smaller 'n that.
Miyuki: *Unwraps her onigiri slowly, eyes still trained on him.* What, one mind at a time? t's a little idealistic, anyway, in'nit? *Smiles wryly.*
Shiraishi: Idealistic but worth a shot, right? *shrugs, takes a bite* S' like a pyramid. I go out and change a few, they go change two more, so on. *peels the wrapper back a little more* How'd you do it? 'f you could?
Miyuki: *Looks thoughtfully at the onigiri in her hand.* Seems like the best way. The smartest way, anyway, but it doesn't seem like it'd actually work, y'know?
Shiraishi: Never know 'til you try.
Miyuki: Sure, but you can't count on people. *Finally takes a bite, herself.* ... Work from the kids up. No bastard over forty's gonna change their mind about somethin' like this; work with the young, impressionable ones. Reverse what their parents're tryin' t'teach 'em.
Shiraishi: S' a good idea. *rests an elbow on the table and props his head up, considering her* Think we could do it? F' real?
Miyuki: *Marginally bitter smirk.* I doubt it'd work. I mean, it's a nice thought n'all, but... no, not really.
Shiraishi: Prob'ly gonna have t' use somethin' a little more obvious, wouldn't ya?
Miyuki: Well, shit, people don't listen t'reason.
Shiraishi: Specially when they're dealin' with somethin' they don't understand. And refuse to understand.
Miyuki: That's the thing; they refuse it. t's easier to be afraid and lash out than t'try t'understand. *Shakes her head.* And that means we hafta hide all the time. Can't trust anyone.
Shiraishi: Not 'f we show 'em we're not goin' anywhere. *takes another bite*
Miyuki: Might be more effective than playin' nice. And anyway, there's no point in tryin' t'convince 'em that we're harmless when we're not. Hasn't gotten us anywhere so far, either.
Shiraishi: *a little colder, unintentionally so* They're just as harmful themselves.
Miyuki: Ain't arguin', but try tellin' them that.
Shiraishi: Can't tell. Gotta show.
Miyuki: Show 'em that they're dangerous? What, by letting ourselves be victimized? Anyway, they're not gonna see it that way; they'll think they're doin' the world a favour. We're monsters, right? We're not real people, even, so they're not doin' any harm. *Sharp-toned now, eyes dark.*
Shiraishi: No, no - not that. They're not gonna listen to anyone tellin' them they're dangerous any more'n we will. Gotta turn the tables instead, right?
Shiraishi: We can do what we do for a reason. Might as well do what we do.
Miyuki: *Glances down at her onigiri before setting it down carefully and resting her chin on her now-free hand to regard him again.* Wouldn't make us any worse than them, anyway. Better than hiding — anything's better than hiding.
Shiraishi: Where're you livin'?
Miyuki: *Grins suddenly and sits up, picking up the onigiri again to take a bite.* Benches, bridges, trees, sidewalks?
Shiraishi: *frowns* Serious?
Miyuki: *Laughs a little, glancing away.* I left Kumamoto back in the spring. Got no one with me, so... yeah, I'm serious.
Shiraishi: That's not right. *thinks a moment ... yeah, it'll work* I know you just met me an' all, so I'll understand 'f you don't want to, but what would you say 'f I said I gotta place you could stay for a while? Get cleaned up, some halfway-decent food?
Miyuki: *Studies him, quiet, and then looks out the window for a minute.* I can't be hangin' out on the streets too much longer; it's already gettin' cold, and it gets a hell of a lot colder here than in Kyuushu. *Frowns slightly.*
Shiraishi: *smiles encouragingly* 'S that a yes? Just a chance, it's no commitment. Promise.
Miyuki: *Glances back at him, head still turned toward the window and expression slightly dim with resentment.* I don't like it, but I don't like the cold, either.
Shiraishi: *friendly, trying to meet her eyes* It's Kuranosuke. My given name. Could tell ya what I do, too, if that'll help.
Miyuki: *Turns back toward him a bit, her smile returning, if a little wan.* Don't try too hard. I do wanna know what you do, though.
Shiraishi: Can't blame me for tryin'. *pauses a moment, trying to think of the best way to put it, glancing at his hands, then back up* Toxic touch. Immune t' poisons. Not real pleasant.
Miyuki: *Actually looks at his hands for the first time, then laughs, recalling her earlier comment.* Fantastic. So you could've poisoned me already.
Shiraishi: *shakes his head* Nope. Haven't touched you, have I?
Miyuki: Couldn'ta passed it through anything we've both touched? *Brushes dismissively at the onigiri's discarded packaging.*
Shiraishi: Not at all. Skin-to-skin only.
Shiraishi: *holds up left hand, well-wrapped* Prevents accidents.
Miyuki: Lefty, huh? *Thoughtful look.* Bet you're an AB blood type, too.
Shiraishi: Nope, B. *chuckles, rests head on his hand again* Do I seem that way?
Miyuki: *Scrunches her nose a bit.* You do. Seems like you're not givin' everything away.
Shiraishi: *sits back, opening body language* Go ahead n' ask.
Miyuki: What, anything? *Laughs.* No guarantee you're not lyin', right?
Shiraishi: I'll do my best.
Miyuki: *Apparently quite amused, but goes along with it.* How old are you?
Shiraishi: Sixteen.
Miyuki: *Curious look.* Seventeen this year or next?
Shiraishi: This. Couple months.
Miyuki: *Vaguely disappointed look; sits back a little, herself.* Couldn't'a been younger than me.
Shiraishi: *headtilt* No?
Miyuki: Well, I didn't guess you were, but unless you'd turned sixteen last month, you wouldn't'a been, anyway. I just turned sixteen in August.
Shiraishi: Not so bad. Not a good age t' be on your own like this, but then, is there ever?
Miyuki: *Wry, but spirited smile.* Gets lonely, yeah. Sixteen's no easier than fifteen was, either.
Shiraishi: *matches it* I've got good hopes for seventeen, m'self. *picks up the wrappers and puts them back in the bag* Y'wanna come back and at least meet my friend? Get one warm night?
Miyuki: *Grins, stretching and standing with a sigh.* As long as your 'friend' isn't six men with video cameras and bondage equipment, I think I can do that.
Shiraishi: Nah, just a crazy teacher who floats around everywhere. Loud, but harmless. (To us, anyway.)
Miyuki: *Makes a face, but seems undaunted.* Thought I got away from teachers, at least.
Shiraishi: Ex-teacher, I should say. Was mine, though, hard not t' call him anything else.
Miyuki: I can imagine. *Pauses, giving him a corner-of-the-eye look.* So wait, you're fresh from Osaka with your teacher? What's goin' on there?
Shiraishi: Ran outta my parents' house when I manifested. Not like they wanted me there anymore. Sensei didn't hide the fact he was a mutant, though, so I knew he could at least show me where I could go. Let me live there with him and his girlfriend instead. 's more like family.
Miyuki: Huh. *Thoughtful expression; laces her hands atop her head as she starts for the door.* What's he do?
Shiraishi: Flies. Floats, mostly. 'Stead of walking, most times.
Miyuki: S'gotta be handy.
Shiraishi: Seems t' be.
Miyuki: *Turns to walk backwards into the door, pushing it open and holding it there for him to walk through.* He's not the teacher teacher type, is he?
Shiraishi: Teacher teacher? *laughs* More like someone's crazy uncle.
Miyuki: Good enough. *Grins again, turning and now walking almost without thought three steps ahead of him.* So, where're we headed?
Shiraishi: Not far. Just a couple blocks from here 'n around the corner.
Miyuki: Good deal. *Turns on her heel to walk backward again, pinning him with an arch, playful sort of look.* Shiraishi Kuranosuke. t's a mouthful, in'nit?
Shiraishi: *chuckles* Guess so.
Miyuki: Gotta find somethin' t'call ya that won't take five minutes to say. *Hums in thought.* If y'hadn't told me your name, I'd've wound up callin' ya 'Osaka,' anyway.
Shiraishi: Think you'd like me callin' you 'Kyuushu'?
Miyuki: *Grins.* Wouldn't argue, anyway; s'not like I can pretend I'm not. Tokyo-ben's too much work.
Shiraishi: Takes effort, anyway. *shrug* No point in hidin' anything, whether it's bein' a mutant or where I'm from.
Miyuki: You're less likely t'get kicked t'death in an alley for bein' from Osaka than for bein' a mutant. Not that you're likely t'get kicked t'death, from the sounds a'things.
Shiraishi: *grins* S' useful for somethin', at least.
Miyuki: Show-off. *Rolls her eyes good-naturedly.* With som'more practice, I'll be able t'fight with people without actually touchin' 'em, s'long as it's bright enough. Then I'll just hafta work on my right hook. *Laughs.*
Shiraishi: That'll be useful, too. Maybe more 'n mine.
Miyuki: Yeah, but it depends on the light, the angle, my concentration and my fighting skills. Flip the switch and it's all over.
Shiraishi: Bet we could help ya with that.
Miyuki: Y'think? *Tips her head back a little as if to look down at him.* Well, nothin' y'can do about needin' light, but there's plenty'a room for improvement.
Shiraishi: Yeah. Somethin' t' think about, at least.
Miyuki: Y'caught me practicin' earlier. I didn't used t'be able t'do it with streetlights; shadows ain't sharp enough sometimes. But I didn't drop the bottle when y'said somethin', and that's better than I expected.
Shiraishi: Then you're makin' progress already. Hang on, this is it. *motions for her to back up and meet him at the building's door; after swiping his keycard he holds the door open for her* You wanna just stand there for a sec, 'til the light turns green an' lets you through.
Miyuki: *Cocks an eyebrow as she steps into the doorway, glancing over her shoulder at him.* And if it doesn't, do I blow up?
Shiraishi: It will, don't worry.
Miyuki: *Hums slightly as the light turns green and steps through into the room beyond, letting out a low whistle.* Not bad~.
Shiraishi: *pauses for clearance, himself, and catches up to her* Lot different than out there, isn't it? C'mon. *heads to the elevator and punches the floor button*
Miyuki: Sure as hell ain't bad. A girl could get used to this. *Walks spinningly after him, taking in the room around her and nearly running into him when she reaches the elevator.*
Shiraishi: *nearly reaches out to stop her, but remembers not to make contact, and steps back before she does, laughs* Careful, don't wanna knock into anything.
Miyuki: *Turns to face him and stands (arguably) still, bright-eyed.* I promise not to break things, so long as my shadow stays... shadow-y.
Shiraishi: *leans against the elevator wall* So you c'n control 'f it's solid or not? Ideally?
Miyuki: Hafta be able t'see it, but when I can see it, I can make it solid. It's not solid by default most of the time. *Slight frown.*
Shiraishi: Tricky, not knowin' what default is. M' not gonna take any chances with mine. *The doors open, and he leads the way down the hall to Osamu's apartment; his keycard also opens the door here and he lets both of them in.*
Miyuki: *Shakes her head as she follows him in.* No, it's not solid by default. That happened once.
Shiraishi: Wouldn't mind hearin' about it, if you wouldn't mind tellin'. But hang on a sec, m' gonna see if the old man's here. Have a seat. *gestures towards the couch, and disappears into the other room for a moment — no luck* Guess he'll be back soon. (Prob'ly meetin' with the boss ...)
Miyuki: *Fairly sprawled on the couch upon his return; gives him a quite mollified look.* You have no idea how awesome cushions are.
Shiraishi: *laughs out loud and perches on the arm of the couch opposite her head* And you're welcome to 'em.
Miyuki: You'd be a dick if you invited me in here an' told me I wasn't allowed on the furniture. *Arch look.*
Shiraishi: And you know I wouldn't be that.
Miyuki: Oh, sure. *Grins.* I believe that.
Shiraishi: *playful* What, you think I would?
Miyuki: I still think there's more t'ya than you're givin' me. You're prob'ly perfectly capable of bein' a right prick. *Still grinning easily, now stretched out properly with hands laced behind her head.*
Shiraishi: Haven't been yet, got no reason t' start.
Miyuki: I'll give ya one eventually, trust me. I'm not all sunshine and cotton candy.
Shiraishi: Didn't think you were. *rests head on his hand again* Don't talk t' girls that are, floatin' bottles or not.
Miyuki: He~h, you're sayin' you had me pinned from the start, Osaka?
Shiraishi: You said the same 'bout me, Kyuushu.
Miyuki: I mighta. But that's women's intuition, see? Are you a chick or a telepath?
Shiraishi: Can't honestly say I'm either. *slides off the couch arm and sits on the cushion; her feet are still out of the way* Observant, though. Watch people.
Miyuki: I don't see why anyone wouldn't. Seems like the thing to do; watch people, figure 'em out. Dunno how anyone navigates people without watchin' 'em first.
Shiraishi: I guess they don't. People run into each other all the time.
Miyuki: True 'nough. Most people are in too much of a hurry to watch where they're goin'.
Shiraishi: Gives us the advantage though, doesn't it?
Miyuki: Along with minor irritation whenever some asshole manages to run into us.
Shiraishi: Happens a lot?
Miyuki: E~h, here and there.
Shiraishi: We'll get that fixed. People'll be sure not to miss you when we're done.
Miyuki: *Lifts her head a bit to look at him, thoughtfully, then lies back again, laughing a bit.*
Shiraishi: Don't think so?
Miyuki: No, that's not it at all. *Shakes her head, letting her eyes close.* Ignore me.
Shiraishi: *confused, but acquiesces* 'F you say so.
Miyuki: *A bit out of the blue.* Is it all your skin, or just your hands?
Shiraishi: Just hands. Here. *shifts over a little, pushes up the wristband on his right wrist and shows her there's a shiny patch of skin on the underside* Starts here, spreads out. Wristband should keep it contained but doesn't always, so. *tugs it back into place and sits back, considers telling her about his less-deadly abilities...*
Miyuki: *Hums thoughtfully again, now sitting upright, facing him.* Could be worse then, yeah? And props for not wearin' gloves all th'time, too; it's no fun t'take all the risk outta it.
Shiraishi: Gloves invite too many questions. And they look stupid.
Miyuki: That's the part I didn't bother mentionin'; they do look pretty damn gay.
Shiraishi: And yeah. Could be worse. Could face not touchin' anyone at all, ever.
Miyuki: *Grins a little, despite the sobriety of the remark.* That's what I was thinkin' about. It'd really suck that way.
[interlude]
Cassie: okay, so you two: Osamu comes home and~?
Jen: uhh.
Roll: Osamu's like wtf
Jen: shira explains who miyuki is and how he met her?
Roll: bringing girls to his pad >(
Jen: he'll probably let her explain her own situation, because he's not sure how much she'd want him telling.
Roll: then osamu's like, huh. and tells shira he better get back to school
[/interlude]
Miyuki: *Sits up after a second, leaning an elbow on the back of the couch and grinning in Osamu's general direction.* Y'don't mind a stray, do ya, Occhan~?
Osamu: *kicks the door closed and spins around, tilting his head at Miyuki* Whatcha think Shiraishi is? *he floats over and nudges at her legs with his foot, wanting a seat* I should open up a damn pet shop.
Miyuki: *Watches, vaguely fascinated at his method of transport, as she swings her legs off the couch.* Just don't put me in the same room with the cats. Cats are bitches.
Osamu: That so? *shrugs off his overcoat, throwing it aside before he plops down onto the couch* Nah, I wouldn't do that-- they'd harass a cute lil' bunny like you. *grins lopsidedly in her direction*
Miyuki: *Sits forward laughingly, eyebrows raised in disbelief.* 'Bunny?' Are you for real?
Osamu: *gives her an innocent look* What? 'm the shop owner so I gotta know my pets. Yer definitely a bunny. *nods his head in emphasis, crossing his arms*
Miyuki: *Folds her own arms, radiating girlish indignance.* I'm absolutely not a bunny. Bunnies're timid an' skittish an' quiet. Do I look any of the above t'you?
Osamu: So yer sayin' yer loud an' annoying an' maaaybe at one point 'm gonna hafta kick you out 'cuz yer gonna drive me crazy? *raises a brow in return*
Miyuki: *Rolls her eyes and sits back in a slight, good-humoured huff.* Well, I am loud, but it's only annoying if you're intolerant, Occhan. *Petulance.*
Osamu: 'M intolerant 'bout a lot of things, including bunnies who don't think they're bunnies. *looks her over for a moment* Would it help if I emphasize that yer a cute bunny? *reaches over, pinches her cheek, and starts talking in baby-talk* Awwwww, what a cute lil' thing~ Wouldya like a carrot? Just a nibble? Yes you do, yes you do~~!
Miyuki: *Yelps indignance and makes a vague attempt to shove Osamu away, backing along the couch.* Hey, hey! Stop that, old man!
Osamu: What? I ain't an old man! *he laughs, letting himself be shoved off the couch. he instantly floats when he leaves the sofa's support, and he safely hovers before her* Don't ya see how handsome this face is? *he shows it off, hand at his chin*
Miyuki: Yeah, so y'age well. So what? *Folds her arms, looking huffy and childish.* Y'gotta be at least thirty, Occhan.
Osamu: ...Oooh my god! *he throws his hands up, the force propelling him into a little somersault* I am not a day over twenty-two! *he pouts at her, narrowing his eyes* You, on the other hand, have got to be like five years old.
Miyuki: *Drops her arms and her jaw, indignance flaring up again.* I'm sixteen, you freak! Sixteen!
Osamu: *hand on his chin again in a thoughtful look as he tries not to grin too hard* Is that sixteen in bunny years~?
Miyuki: *Lets out an anguished shriek (which dissolves into laughter quickly enough) and pitches one of the throw pillows from the couch at him, quickly followed by another.* Augh! You're dick enough for the both of you; no wonder Osaka doesn't act like one!
Osamu: *manages to dodge the first one, but the second hits him square in the face* *still laughs , despite eating pillow* Osaka? Ya mean the kid? Well, someone's gotta be a dick around here. *he floats shifts onto his belly and floats over, just above her head, tugging at a lock of hair* An' you'll be seein' yer favorite person in the whole wide world every single day~
Miyuki: I call 'im 'Osaka' 'cos 'is name's too damn long. *Swats his hand away and laughs a little.* Get real, Occhan. Haven't seen that person in months.
Osamu: *grins, laughing* Yeah. Who the hell names their kid, Kuranosuke? *he pokes her, then tugs at her ear* Boyfriend?
Miyuki: They musta wanted 'im t'get beat up every day in grade school. *Chuckles, only half-heartedly brushing him away this time.* My brother.
Osamu: Brother, huh? An' why's he not with his lil' sister?
Miyuki: Didn't give 'im the option. When I ditched Kyuushu, I just left 'im a note. *Shrugs, still smiling, but softly now.*
Osamu: *doesn't care that he's prying, but he's not smiling anymore, looking almost too serious for his character* Why'd you go an' do that for?
Miyuki: *Smile has tipped a bit toward the bitter, wry end of the scale.* I didn't want 'im to follow me. Just because I ditched home doesn't mean he has to, but I knew he'd wanna take care of me. Figured it was better; parents didn't hafta hate both of us.
Osamu: Ahhhh... man. *sighs, running a hand through his hair* You've no idea how many times I've heard that story. *slightly annoyed, but he touches her cheek, giving her a sympathetic look* But all the same, it all sucks.
Miyuki: *Shakes her head a little, but pats his hand when he touches her cheek.* Yeah, it does, but whatever. I'm gettin' by just fine. *Offers him a rueful, but winsome smile.*
Osamu: *smiles slightly* That's m'girl. Life sucks but sometimes ya gotta just take it. (Or point a gun to its head.) *gives her an affectionate noogie* Good news though. You've passed the test! Y'can stay fer as long as you like.
Miyuki: The test? *Laughs a little, ducking out of the circle of his arms and pulling out her hair clip, letting her hair fall loose.* This was a test, Occhan?
Osamu: *gives a low whistle, resisting the accompanying wolf call* Well, duh! I don't just let anyone stay in my rockin' home. Plus, I love givin' tests. Haven't you heard that teachers are actually geeky demons that love to make kids miserable?
Miyuki: *Grins again, sweeping her hair back up where it belongs and reclipping it.* Oh, but I heard you weren't a teacher teacher, more like, uh... what was it~? 'Someone's crazy uncle?'
Osamu: I could be your crazy uncle~ 'm very flexible like that.
Miyuki: Well, he got the 'crazy' part right, at any rate. *Settles back against the couch, almost entirely at ease now.*
Osamu: An' this is one of my better days, too. *floats over her, hands behind his head* One thing ya gotta know though. I do Guy Things, like walk around in my underwear and other crap. Have any problems with that?
Miyuki: *Vaguely amused look.* I should prob'ly be happy you're even wearin' that, yeah? *Chuckles.* Nah, no sweat. S'not like I wear much to bed, either.
Osamu: *looks at her expectantly* Well? Don't leave me hangin'! What do you wear to bed?
Miyuki: *Laughs a little, turning her wrist over to look at her watch, then stands and steps out of her geta, and then, just as casually, her pants. She settles back onto the couch, unbuttoning the oversized white business shirt she was wearing to reveal a white wifebeater beneath. Tossing the overshirt at him idly, she then twists her arm behind her to unclip her bra, which she pulls out the sleeve of her tank-top shortly and holds out to one side, as if in presentation.* Guess it's about bedtime, anyway, right?
Osamu: *raises a brow, very much surprised at the little... show, or whatever it was. anyway, it surprises him, but he can't help but burst out laughing* Sweetcheeks, you sure ya don't got balls under there? Ah man, I can't even look at ya anymore. *he laughs again and covers his eyes*
Miyuki: *Laughs, dropping the bra and nudging the clothes aside in a pile with her shoes.* Wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of it, t'be sure. *Props her head on one hand, giving him an amused look.* And if y'can't look at me now, I wonder how mornings around here're gonna go, Occhan.
Osamu: Dunno. Gotta say 'm looking forward to it, though. Place's freakin' empty an' well, 'm not used to livin' by myself.
Miyuki: Yeah, I hear that. I was a little surprised t'hear Osaka didn't live with ya, 'specially 'cos earlier, he mentioned havin' moved in with you n'your girlfriend, back when.
Osamu: *pauses, suddenly quiet* He said that much, huh? Yeh, well, kid's gotta go to school an' all that.
Miyuki: *Studies him for a moment and considers going for a topic change. She eventually decides that turnabout's fair play, and at any rate, she's curious.* She's not around anymore, nn?
Osamu: *turns, so she can't see his face. He stares at the wall.* Nah, she ain't.
Miyuki: *Watches him, regardless, her expression somber and soft-edged.* Y'don't sound like such a talker anymore, Ossan. *Quietly.*
Osamu: Maybe it's 'cause I don't like talkin' 'bout it. *his voice is edged, and he snaps at her; he's only reminded again of why he's even here in Tokyo. But he catches himself-- no use getting mad at her and well, she's going to find out in the morning anyway. He glances at over his shoulder, and he's smiling again.* Hah, sorry. Well, she's sorta here. *he beckons her to follow him with a finger*
Miyuki: *Looks more sad than startled that he snapped at her; she'd been pretty sure she was pressing the wrong buttons. She obliges, standing to follow him and still looking solemn.*
Osamu: *Flips a switch, revealing a wide, nearly empty room, save for a make-shift shrine against the wall. He floats over to the shrine and lowers himself to the floor to stand on his own feet. His arm slips around Miyuki's shoulders in a friendly way as he indicates the picture within the shrine.* Hey Honey, look at what the kid brought in today. She's a cute bunny, isn't she? Her name's.... *glances over* Miyuki, right? Miyuki-han, meet Akemi.
Miyuki: *Regards the picture with an almost unreadable expression before she half-bows, wearing a smile that grows more sincere as she straightens again, her voice warm, but still hushed.* Akemi-san.
Osamu: *He waits a moment, then grins.* Well, she didn't jump outta the picture and strangle me, so that means she must like ya. Welcome to the family.
Miyuki: *Blinks and looks up at him, but only for a moment before turning her head the other way entirely, wide- and glossy-eyed, and silent again, because she doesn't trust her voice.*
Osamu: *Glances down at her and pats her head.* Take a shower an' get some sleep. I'll set up a futon for ya after I say 'good night.'
Miyuki: *Tips her head back a bit in an effort to dispel the tears, then looks up at him again. She's still glossy-eyed, but the smile is back, at least, and her voice is steady.* Thanks, Ossan.
Osamu: No prob, Sweetie. Now hurry up 'cause yer stickin' up the room. *he jokes with a grin and lets his arm slip from her shoulders*
Miyuki: *Rolls her eyes and glances down to hip-check his shadow with hers after she's stepped away. She sighs a bit as she walks out, still smiling.*
Osamu: *Stumbles forward a bit, surprised by the sudden bump-- what the hell? He glances back at her, suddenly curious about her abilities... but he decides that can wait until morning. He focuses his attention back on the shrine's photo and smiles.* So, looks like we adopted a bunny today.
Miyuki: *Lingers outside the door for a bit to gather her wits about her again — she hadn't expected to be quite so overwhelmed. It's a nice feeling, though; satisfying. After a few moments, she continues to the bathroom to explore and take a much-appreciated shower.*
★ rating; PG. ;;
★ summary; Shirairai picks up a stray and takes 'er home to Osamu-chan. There is half-naked bonding. ☆
Miyuki: *Slumped against a lamppost, a bottle of Ramune on one side of her and a scruffy-looking cat on the other, attempting — with questionable success — to lift the bottle above her mouth using her shadow.*
Shiraishi: *on his way back to the dorm after grabbing some better-than-the-cafeteria food from the conbini, notices a girl with a bottle floating beside her and slows to a stop, watching for a moment* *causally* Neat trick.
Miyuki: *Freezes at the voice, eyes widening a little, but forces herself to focus.* (Don't lose it. Do not drop the bottle on your face.) *Slowly lowers the bottle after a long pause, turning her attention to the stranger to speak guardedly.* ... Comes in handy, yeah.
Shiraishi: Telekinetic?
Miyuki: *Hesitates, almost laughs for the irony of it.* No. Why, do you know many?
Shiraishi: *small smile* Just one. Not that well, either. Know a guy who flies, though.
Miyuki: *Moves her hand to physically pick up the bottle this time, still watching him with vague wariness.* Yeah?
Shiraishi: Yep. Good friend a' mine. *approaches, but cautiously* How long've you been at this? 'f I can ask.
Miyuki: *Resists the urge to stand up to keep him from towering over her quite so much.* Couple years; two'r three.
Shiraishi: Huh. Mine's just been a year.
Miyuki: *Pushes herself up on the post so that she's standing, effectively startling the cat away.* Well... I didn't do much with it 'til I was fourteen, so it's more like two than three.
Shiraishi: Looks like you're doin' pretty good with it so far. What is it, if it's not TK?
Miyuki: *Glances down at their shadows on the sidewalk, then reaches out and lightly shoves his shadow's shoulder.*
Shiraishi: *feels it, confused for a moment, then follows her line of sight to the shadows* That? *looks back at her and smiles* Like a ... shadow-kinetic? Never heard a' that before.
Miyuki: Umbrakinesis. S'not like it's common, I guess. Books don't have a whole lot on it, but it's not hard t'figure out.
Shiraishi: Doesn't seem like it. *thinks he might have one, finally, or at least someone's interest...* You from around here?
Miyuki: *Laughs.* Do I sound like I'm from around here?
Shiraishi: Not at all. *laughs, too* Kinda new m'self, but that's prob'ly pretty obvious, too. You wanna head somewhere?
Miyuki: Hard t'miss Osaka. *Grins a bit.* D'ya have somewhere in mind?
Shiraishi: Nothin' particular. Got some snacks 'f you wanna share. *holds up bag*
Miyuki: Long as you eat 'em first t'prove they're not poison. *Straightens from the post.* Let's just stick somewhere well-lit; I don't like the dark much anymore.
Shiraishi: *can't help but laugh at the irony* Sure, sure~ Passed an internet cafe that's open all night about a block back, they're open all night, 'f that's good?
Miyuki: They know me by name. *Grins, tucking a hand in her pocket as she turns back toward the cafe, but doesn't start walking ahead of him.*
Shiraishi: *is alright with walking beside her* Speaking of names ... 've you got one?
Miyuki: Not headed to Kyuushu anytime soon, right? I'm Chitose Miyuki.
Shiraishi: Nice t' meet ya.
Miyuki: Y'gonna tell me yours?
Shiraishi: *considers a moment, then decides he can at least meet her halfway* Shiraishi.
Miyuki: *Glances sidelong at him.* ... Good enough. Figure y'gotta reason for hidin', right? *After the briefest of pauses.* Well, shit, we all do.
Shiraishi: Yeah, we do. Shouldn't hafta, though. *catches himself before starting that argument again, and comes up on the cafe; he holds the door open for her*
Miyuki: *Shakes her head briefly as she passes him, entering the cafe.* No. We shouldn't.
Shiraishi: *glances around, takes a seat at a table in the corner, far enough away from the patrons that are already there* Ever think there was a way we might be able t' fix it? *takes a couple pre-wrapped onigiri out of the bag and lets her have her pick*
Miyuki: *Studies him as she takes one of the onigiri, eyes narrowed slightly in thought.* How do you fix the world's mindset?
Shiraishi: Can't. *unwraps one for himself* Gotta start smaller 'n that.
Miyuki: *Unwraps her onigiri slowly, eyes still trained on him.* What, one mind at a time? t's a little idealistic, anyway, in'nit? *Smiles wryly.*
Shiraishi: Idealistic but worth a shot, right? *shrugs, takes a bite* S' like a pyramid. I go out and change a few, they go change two more, so on. *peels the wrapper back a little more* How'd you do it? 'f you could?
Miyuki: *Looks thoughtfully at the onigiri in her hand.* Seems like the best way. The smartest way, anyway, but it doesn't seem like it'd actually work, y'know?
Shiraishi: Never know 'til you try.
Miyuki: Sure, but you can't count on people. *Finally takes a bite, herself.* ... Work from the kids up. No bastard over forty's gonna change their mind about somethin' like this; work with the young, impressionable ones. Reverse what their parents're tryin' t'teach 'em.
Shiraishi: S' a good idea. *rests an elbow on the table and props his head up, considering her* Think we could do it? F' real?
Miyuki: *Marginally bitter smirk.* I doubt it'd work. I mean, it's a nice thought n'all, but... no, not really.
Shiraishi: Prob'ly gonna have t' use somethin' a little more obvious, wouldn't ya?
Miyuki: Well, shit, people don't listen t'reason.
Shiraishi: Specially when they're dealin' with somethin' they don't understand. And refuse to understand.
Miyuki: That's the thing; they refuse it. t's easier to be afraid and lash out than t'try t'understand. *Shakes her head.* And that means we hafta hide all the time. Can't trust anyone.
Shiraishi: Not 'f we show 'em we're not goin' anywhere. *takes another bite*
Miyuki: Might be more effective than playin' nice. And anyway, there's no point in tryin' t'convince 'em that we're harmless when we're not. Hasn't gotten us anywhere so far, either.
Shiraishi: *a little colder, unintentionally so* They're just as harmful themselves.
Miyuki: Ain't arguin', but try tellin' them that.
Shiraishi: Can't tell. Gotta show.
Miyuki: Show 'em that they're dangerous? What, by letting ourselves be victimized? Anyway, they're not gonna see it that way; they'll think they're doin' the world a favour. We're monsters, right? We're not real people, even, so they're not doin' any harm. *Sharp-toned now, eyes dark.*
Shiraishi: No, no - not that. They're not gonna listen to anyone tellin' them they're dangerous any more'n we will. Gotta turn the tables instead, right?
Shiraishi: We can do what we do for a reason. Might as well do what we do.
Miyuki: *Glances down at her onigiri before setting it down carefully and resting her chin on her now-free hand to regard him again.* Wouldn't make us any worse than them, anyway. Better than hiding — anything's better than hiding.
Shiraishi: Where're you livin'?
Miyuki: *Grins suddenly and sits up, picking up the onigiri again to take a bite.* Benches, bridges, trees, sidewalks?
Shiraishi: *frowns* Serious?
Miyuki: *Laughs a little, glancing away.* I left Kumamoto back in the spring. Got no one with me, so... yeah, I'm serious.
Shiraishi: That's not right. *thinks a moment ... yeah, it'll work* I know you just met me an' all, so I'll understand 'f you don't want to, but what would you say 'f I said I gotta place you could stay for a while? Get cleaned up, some halfway-decent food?
Miyuki: *Studies him, quiet, and then looks out the window for a minute.* I can't be hangin' out on the streets too much longer; it's already gettin' cold, and it gets a hell of a lot colder here than in Kyuushu. *Frowns slightly.*
Shiraishi: *smiles encouragingly* 'S that a yes? Just a chance, it's no commitment. Promise.
Miyuki: *Glances back at him, head still turned toward the window and expression slightly dim with resentment.* I don't like it, but I don't like the cold, either.
Shiraishi: *friendly, trying to meet her eyes* It's Kuranosuke. My given name. Could tell ya what I do, too, if that'll help.
Miyuki: *Turns back toward him a bit, her smile returning, if a little wan.* Don't try too hard. I do wanna know what you do, though.
Shiraishi: Can't blame me for tryin'. *pauses a moment, trying to think of the best way to put it, glancing at his hands, then back up* Toxic touch. Immune t' poisons. Not real pleasant.
Miyuki: *Actually looks at his hands for the first time, then laughs, recalling her earlier comment.* Fantastic. So you could've poisoned me already.
Shiraishi: *shakes his head* Nope. Haven't touched you, have I?
Miyuki: Couldn'ta passed it through anything we've both touched? *Brushes dismissively at the onigiri's discarded packaging.*
Shiraishi: Not at all. Skin-to-skin only.
Shiraishi: *holds up left hand, well-wrapped* Prevents accidents.
Miyuki: Lefty, huh? *Thoughtful look.* Bet you're an AB blood type, too.
Shiraishi: Nope, B. *chuckles, rests head on his hand again* Do I seem that way?
Miyuki: *Scrunches her nose a bit.* You do. Seems like you're not givin' everything away.
Shiraishi: *sits back, opening body language* Go ahead n' ask.
Miyuki: What, anything? *Laughs.* No guarantee you're not lyin', right?
Shiraishi: I'll do my best.
Miyuki: *Apparently quite amused, but goes along with it.* How old are you?
Shiraishi: Sixteen.
Miyuki: *Curious look.* Seventeen this year or next?
Shiraishi: This. Couple months.
Miyuki: *Vaguely disappointed look; sits back a little, herself.* Couldn't'a been younger than me.
Shiraishi: *headtilt* No?
Miyuki: Well, I didn't guess you were, but unless you'd turned sixteen last month, you wouldn't'a been, anyway. I just turned sixteen in August.
Shiraishi: Not so bad. Not a good age t' be on your own like this, but then, is there ever?
Miyuki: *Wry, but spirited smile.* Gets lonely, yeah. Sixteen's no easier than fifteen was, either.
Shiraishi: *matches it* I've got good hopes for seventeen, m'self. *picks up the wrappers and puts them back in the bag* Y'wanna come back and at least meet my friend? Get one warm night?
Miyuki: *Grins, stretching and standing with a sigh.* As long as your 'friend' isn't six men with video cameras and bondage equipment, I think I can do that.
Shiraishi: Nah, just a crazy teacher who floats around everywhere. Loud, but harmless. (To us, anyway.)
Miyuki: *Makes a face, but seems undaunted.* Thought I got away from teachers, at least.
Shiraishi: Ex-teacher, I should say. Was mine, though, hard not t' call him anything else.
Miyuki: I can imagine. *Pauses, giving him a corner-of-the-eye look.* So wait, you're fresh from Osaka with your teacher? What's goin' on there?
Shiraishi: Ran outta my parents' house when I manifested. Not like they wanted me there anymore. Sensei didn't hide the fact he was a mutant, though, so I knew he could at least show me where I could go. Let me live there with him and his girlfriend instead. 's more like family.
Miyuki: Huh. *Thoughtful expression; laces her hands atop her head as she starts for the door.* What's he do?
Shiraishi: Flies. Floats, mostly. 'Stead of walking, most times.
Miyuki: S'gotta be handy.
Shiraishi: Seems t' be.
Miyuki: *Turns to walk backwards into the door, pushing it open and holding it there for him to walk through.* He's not the teacher teacher type, is he?
Shiraishi: Teacher teacher? *laughs* More like someone's crazy uncle.
Miyuki: Good enough. *Grins again, turning and now walking almost without thought three steps ahead of him.* So, where're we headed?
Shiraishi: Not far. Just a couple blocks from here 'n around the corner.
Miyuki: Good deal. *Turns on her heel to walk backward again, pinning him with an arch, playful sort of look.* Shiraishi Kuranosuke. t's a mouthful, in'nit?
Shiraishi: *chuckles* Guess so.
Miyuki: Gotta find somethin' t'call ya that won't take five minutes to say. *Hums in thought.* If y'hadn't told me your name, I'd've wound up callin' ya 'Osaka,' anyway.
Shiraishi: Think you'd like me callin' you 'Kyuushu'?
Miyuki: *Grins.* Wouldn't argue, anyway; s'not like I can pretend I'm not. Tokyo-ben's too much work.
Shiraishi: Takes effort, anyway. *shrug* No point in hidin' anything, whether it's bein' a mutant or where I'm from.
Miyuki: You're less likely t'get kicked t'death in an alley for bein' from Osaka than for bein' a mutant. Not that you're likely t'get kicked t'death, from the sounds a'things.
Shiraishi: *grins* S' useful for somethin', at least.
Miyuki: Show-off. *Rolls her eyes good-naturedly.* With som'more practice, I'll be able t'fight with people without actually touchin' 'em, s'long as it's bright enough. Then I'll just hafta work on my right hook. *Laughs.*
Shiraishi: That'll be useful, too. Maybe more 'n mine.
Miyuki: Yeah, but it depends on the light, the angle, my concentration and my fighting skills. Flip the switch and it's all over.
Shiraishi: Bet we could help ya with that.
Miyuki: Y'think? *Tips her head back a little as if to look down at him.* Well, nothin' y'can do about needin' light, but there's plenty'a room for improvement.
Shiraishi: Yeah. Somethin' t' think about, at least.
Miyuki: Y'caught me practicin' earlier. I didn't used t'be able t'do it with streetlights; shadows ain't sharp enough sometimes. But I didn't drop the bottle when y'said somethin', and that's better than I expected.
Shiraishi: Then you're makin' progress already. Hang on, this is it. *motions for her to back up and meet him at the building's door; after swiping his keycard he holds the door open for her* You wanna just stand there for a sec, 'til the light turns green an' lets you through.
Miyuki: *Cocks an eyebrow as she steps into the doorway, glancing over her shoulder at him.* And if it doesn't, do I blow up?
Shiraishi: It will, don't worry.
Miyuki: *Hums slightly as the light turns green and steps through into the room beyond, letting out a low whistle.* Not bad~.
Shiraishi: *pauses for clearance, himself, and catches up to her* Lot different than out there, isn't it? C'mon. *heads to the elevator and punches the floor button*
Miyuki: Sure as hell ain't bad. A girl could get used to this. *Walks spinningly after him, taking in the room around her and nearly running into him when she reaches the elevator.*
Shiraishi: *nearly reaches out to stop her, but remembers not to make contact, and steps back before she does, laughs* Careful, don't wanna knock into anything.
Miyuki: *Turns to face him and stands (arguably) still, bright-eyed.* I promise not to break things, so long as my shadow stays... shadow-y.
Shiraishi: *leans against the elevator wall* So you c'n control 'f it's solid or not? Ideally?
Miyuki: Hafta be able t'see it, but when I can see it, I can make it solid. It's not solid by default most of the time. *Slight frown.*
Shiraishi: Tricky, not knowin' what default is. M' not gonna take any chances with mine. *The doors open, and he leads the way down the hall to Osamu's apartment; his keycard also opens the door here and he lets both of them in.*
Miyuki: *Shakes her head as she follows him in.* No, it's not solid by default. That happened once.
Shiraishi: Wouldn't mind hearin' about it, if you wouldn't mind tellin'. But hang on a sec, m' gonna see if the old man's here. Have a seat. *gestures towards the couch, and disappears into the other room for a moment — no luck* Guess he'll be back soon. (Prob'ly meetin' with the boss ...)
Miyuki: *Fairly sprawled on the couch upon his return; gives him a quite mollified look.* You have no idea how awesome cushions are.
Shiraishi: *laughs out loud and perches on the arm of the couch opposite her head* And you're welcome to 'em.
Miyuki: You'd be a dick if you invited me in here an' told me I wasn't allowed on the furniture. *Arch look.*
Shiraishi: And you know I wouldn't be that.
Miyuki: Oh, sure. *Grins.* I believe that.
Shiraishi: *playful* What, you think I would?
Miyuki: I still think there's more t'ya than you're givin' me. You're prob'ly perfectly capable of bein' a right prick. *Still grinning easily, now stretched out properly with hands laced behind her head.*
Shiraishi: Haven't been yet, got no reason t' start.
Miyuki: I'll give ya one eventually, trust me. I'm not all sunshine and cotton candy.
Shiraishi: Didn't think you were. *rests head on his hand again* Don't talk t' girls that are, floatin' bottles or not.
Miyuki: He~h, you're sayin' you had me pinned from the start, Osaka?
Shiraishi: You said the same 'bout me, Kyuushu.
Miyuki: I mighta. But that's women's intuition, see? Are you a chick or a telepath?
Shiraishi: Can't honestly say I'm either. *slides off the couch arm and sits on the cushion; her feet are still out of the way* Observant, though. Watch people.
Miyuki: I don't see why anyone wouldn't. Seems like the thing to do; watch people, figure 'em out. Dunno how anyone navigates people without watchin' 'em first.
Shiraishi: I guess they don't. People run into each other all the time.
Miyuki: True 'nough. Most people are in too much of a hurry to watch where they're goin'.
Shiraishi: Gives us the advantage though, doesn't it?
Miyuki: Along with minor irritation whenever some asshole manages to run into us.
Shiraishi: Happens a lot?
Miyuki: E~h, here and there.
Shiraishi: We'll get that fixed. People'll be sure not to miss you when we're done.
Miyuki: *Lifts her head a bit to look at him, thoughtfully, then lies back again, laughing a bit.*
Shiraishi: Don't think so?
Miyuki: No, that's not it at all. *Shakes her head, letting her eyes close.* Ignore me.
Shiraishi: *confused, but acquiesces* 'F you say so.
Miyuki: *A bit out of the blue.* Is it all your skin, or just your hands?
Shiraishi: Just hands. Here. *shifts over a little, pushes up the wristband on his right wrist and shows her there's a shiny patch of skin on the underside* Starts here, spreads out. Wristband should keep it contained but doesn't always, so. *tugs it back into place and sits back, considers telling her about his less-deadly abilities...*
Miyuki: *Hums thoughtfully again, now sitting upright, facing him.* Could be worse then, yeah? And props for not wearin' gloves all th'time, too; it's no fun t'take all the risk outta it.
Shiraishi: Gloves invite too many questions. And they look stupid.
Miyuki: That's the part I didn't bother mentionin'; they do look pretty damn gay.
Shiraishi: And yeah. Could be worse. Could face not touchin' anyone at all, ever.
Miyuki: *Grins a little, despite the sobriety of the remark.* That's what I was thinkin' about. It'd really suck that way.
[interlude]
Cassie: okay, so you two: Osamu comes home and~?
Jen: uhh.
Roll: Osamu's like wtf
Jen: shira explains who miyuki is and how he met her?
Roll: bringing girls to his pad >(
Jen: he'll probably let her explain her own situation, because he's not sure how much she'd want him telling.
Roll: then osamu's like, huh. and tells shira he better get back to school
[/interlude]
Miyuki: *Sits up after a second, leaning an elbow on the back of the couch and grinning in Osamu's general direction.* Y'don't mind a stray, do ya, Occhan~?
Osamu: *kicks the door closed and spins around, tilting his head at Miyuki* Whatcha think Shiraishi is? *he floats over and nudges at her legs with his foot, wanting a seat* I should open up a damn pet shop.
Miyuki: *Watches, vaguely fascinated at his method of transport, as she swings her legs off the couch.* Just don't put me in the same room with the cats. Cats are bitches.
Osamu: That so? *shrugs off his overcoat, throwing it aside before he plops down onto the couch* Nah, I wouldn't do that-- they'd harass a cute lil' bunny like you. *grins lopsidedly in her direction*
Miyuki: *Sits forward laughingly, eyebrows raised in disbelief.* 'Bunny?' Are you for real?
Osamu: *gives her an innocent look* What? 'm the shop owner so I gotta know my pets. Yer definitely a bunny. *nods his head in emphasis, crossing his arms*
Miyuki: *Folds her own arms, radiating girlish indignance.* I'm absolutely not a bunny. Bunnies're timid an' skittish an' quiet. Do I look any of the above t'you?
Osamu: So yer sayin' yer loud an' annoying an' maaaybe at one point 'm gonna hafta kick you out 'cuz yer gonna drive me crazy? *raises a brow in return*
Miyuki: *Rolls her eyes and sits back in a slight, good-humoured huff.* Well, I am loud, but it's only annoying if you're intolerant, Occhan. *Petulance.*
Osamu: 'M intolerant 'bout a lot of things, including bunnies who don't think they're bunnies. *looks her over for a moment* Would it help if I emphasize that yer a cute bunny? *reaches over, pinches her cheek, and starts talking in baby-talk* Awwwww, what a cute lil' thing~ Wouldya like a carrot? Just a nibble? Yes you do, yes you do~~!
Miyuki: *Yelps indignance and makes a vague attempt to shove Osamu away, backing along the couch.* Hey, hey! Stop that, old man!
Osamu: What? I ain't an old man! *he laughs, letting himself be shoved off the couch. he instantly floats when he leaves the sofa's support, and he safely hovers before her* Don't ya see how handsome this face is? *he shows it off, hand at his chin*
Miyuki: Yeah, so y'age well. So what? *Folds her arms, looking huffy and childish.* Y'gotta be at least thirty, Occhan.
Osamu: ...Oooh my god! *he throws his hands up, the force propelling him into a little somersault* I am not a day over twenty-two! *he pouts at her, narrowing his eyes* You, on the other hand, have got to be like five years old.
Miyuki: *Drops her arms and her jaw, indignance flaring up again.* I'm sixteen, you freak! Sixteen!
Osamu: *hand on his chin again in a thoughtful look as he tries not to grin too hard* Is that sixteen in bunny years~?
Miyuki: *Lets out an anguished shriek (which dissolves into laughter quickly enough) and pitches one of the throw pillows from the couch at him, quickly followed by another.* Augh! You're dick enough for the both of you; no wonder Osaka doesn't act like one!
Osamu: *manages to dodge the first one, but the second hits him square in the face* *still laughs , despite eating pillow* Osaka? Ya mean the kid? Well, someone's gotta be a dick around here. *he floats shifts onto his belly and floats over, just above her head, tugging at a lock of hair* An' you'll be seein' yer favorite person in the whole wide world every single day~
Miyuki: I call 'im 'Osaka' 'cos 'is name's too damn long. *Swats his hand away and laughs a little.* Get real, Occhan. Haven't seen that person in months.
Osamu: *grins, laughing* Yeah. Who the hell names their kid, Kuranosuke? *he pokes her, then tugs at her ear* Boyfriend?
Miyuki: They musta wanted 'im t'get beat up every day in grade school. *Chuckles, only half-heartedly brushing him away this time.* My brother.
Osamu: Brother, huh? An' why's he not with his lil' sister?
Miyuki: Didn't give 'im the option. When I ditched Kyuushu, I just left 'im a note. *Shrugs, still smiling, but softly now.*
Osamu: *doesn't care that he's prying, but he's not smiling anymore, looking almost too serious for his character* Why'd you go an' do that for?
Miyuki: *Smile has tipped a bit toward the bitter, wry end of the scale.* I didn't want 'im to follow me. Just because I ditched home doesn't mean he has to, but I knew he'd wanna take care of me. Figured it was better; parents didn't hafta hate both of us.
Osamu: Ahhhh... man. *sighs, running a hand through his hair* You've no idea how many times I've heard that story. *slightly annoyed, but he touches her cheek, giving her a sympathetic look* But all the same, it all sucks.
Miyuki: *Shakes her head a little, but pats his hand when he touches her cheek.* Yeah, it does, but whatever. I'm gettin' by just fine. *Offers him a rueful, but winsome smile.*
Osamu: *smiles slightly* That's m'girl. Life sucks but sometimes ya gotta just take it. (Or point a gun to its head.) *gives her an affectionate noogie* Good news though. You've passed the test! Y'can stay fer as long as you like.
Miyuki: The test? *Laughs a little, ducking out of the circle of his arms and pulling out her hair clip, letting her hair fall loose.* This was a test, Occhan?
Osamu: *gives a low whistle, resisting the accompanying wolf call* Well, duh! I don't just let anyone stay in my rockin' home. Plus, I love givin' tests. Haven't you heard that teachers are actually geeky demons that love to make kids miserable?
Miyuki: *Grins again, sweeping her hair back up where it belongs and reclipping it.* Oh, but I heard you weren't a teacher teacher, more like, uh... what was it~? 'Someone's crazy uncle?'
Osamu: I could be your crazy uncle~ 'm very flexible like that.
Miyuki: Well, he got the 'crazy' part right, at any rate. *Settles back against the couch, almost entirely at ease now.*
Osamu: An' this is one of my better days, too. *floats over her, hands behind his head* One thing ya gotta know though. I do Guy Things, like walk around in my underwear and other crap. Have any problems with that?
Miyuki: *Vaguely amused look.* I should prob'ly be happy you're even wearin' that, yeah? *Chuckles.* Nah, no sweat. S'not like I wear much to bed, either.
Osamu: *looks at her expectantly* Well? Don't leave me hangin'! What do you wear to bed?
Miyuki: *Laughs a little, turning her wrist over to look at her watch, then stands and steps out of her geta, and then, just as casually, her pants. She settles back onto the couch, unbuttoning the oversized white business shirt she was wearing to reveal a white wifebeater beneath. Tossing the overshirt at him idly, she then twists her arm behind her to unclip her bra, which she pulls out the sleeve of her tank-top shortly and holds out to one side, as if in presentation.* Guess it's about bedtime, anyway, right?
Osamu: *raises a brow, very much surprised at the little... show, or whatever it was. anyway, it surprises him, but he can't help but burst out laughing* Sweetcheeks, you sure ya don't got balls under there? Ah man, I can't even look at ya anymore. *he laughs again and covers his eyes*
Miyuki: *Laughs, dropping the bra and nudging the clothes aside in a pile with her shoes.* Wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of it, t'be sure. *Props her head on one hand, giving him an amused look.* And if y'can't look at me now, I wonder how mornings around here're gonna go, Occhan.
Osamu: Dunno. Gotta say 'm looking forward to it, though. Place's freakin' empty an' well, 'm not used to livin' by myself.
Miyuki: Yeah, I hear that. I was a little surprised t'hear Osaka didn't live with ya, 'specially 'cos earlier, he mentioned havin' moved in with you n'your girlfriend, back when.
Osamu: *pauses, suddenly quiet* He said that much, huh? Yeh, well, kid's gotta go to school an' all that.
Miyuki: *Studies him for a moment and considers going for a topic change. She eventually decides that turnabout's fair play, and at any rate, she's curious.* She's not around anymore, nn?
Osamu: *turns, so she can't see his face. He stares at the wall.* Nah, she ain't.
Miyuki: *Watches him, regardless, her expression somber and soft-edged.* Y'don't sound like such a talker anymore, Ossan. *Quietly.*
Osamu: Maybe it's 'cause I don't like talkin' 'bout it. *his voice is edged, and he snaps at her; he's only reminded again of why he's even here in Tokyo. But he catches himself-- no use getting mad at her and well, she's going to find out in the morning anyway. He glances at over his shoulder, and he's smiling again.* Hah, sorry. Well, she's sorta here. *he beckons her to follow him with a finger*
Miyuki: *Looks more sad than startled that he snapped at her; she'd been pretty sure she was pressing the wrong buttons. She obliges, standing to follow him and still looking solemn.*
Osamu: *Flips a switch, revealing a wide, nearly empty room, save for a make-shift shrine against the wall. He floats over to the shrine and lowers himself to the floor to stand on his own feet. His arm slips around Miyuki's shoulders in a friendly way as he indicates the picture within the shrine.* Hey Honey, look at what the kid brought in today. She's a cute bunny, isn't she? Her name's.... *glances over* Miyuki, right? Miyuki-han, meet Akemi.
Miyuki: *Regards the picture with an almost unreadable expression before she half-bows, wearing a smile that grows more sincere as she straightens again, her voice warm, but still hushed.* Akemi-san.
Osamu: *He waits a moment, then grins.* Well, she didn't jump outta the picture and strangle me, so that means she must like ya. Welcome to the family.
Miyuki: *Blinks and looks up at him, but only for a moment before turning her head the other way entirely, wide- and glossy-eyed, and silent again, because she doesn't trust her voice.*
Osamu: *Glances down at her and pats her head.* Take a shower an' get some sleep. I'll set up a futon for ya after I say 'good night.'
Miyuki: *Tips her head back a bit in an effort to dispel the tears, then looks up at him again. She's still glossy-eyed, but the smile is back, at least, and her voice is steady.* Thanks, Ossan.
Osamu: No prob, Sweetie. Now hurry up 'cause yer stickin' up the room. *he jokes with a grin and lets his arm slip from her shoulders*
Miyuki: *Rolls her eyes and glances down to hip-check his shadow with hers after she's stepped away. She sighs a bit as she walks out, still smiling.*
Osamu: *Stumbles forward a bit, surprised by the sudden bump-- what the hell? He glances back at her, suddenly curious about her abilities... but he decides that can wait until morning. He focuses his attention back on the shrine's photo and smiles.* So, looks like we adopted a bunny today.
Miyuki: *Lingers outside the door for a bit to gather her wits about her again — she hadn't expected to be quite so overwhelmed. It's a nice feeling, though; satisfying. After a few moments, she continues to the bathroom to explore and take a much-appreciated shower.*
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