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呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora ([personal profile] heavenlydecree) wrote2015-02-01 12:56 pm

the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.

By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.

Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]

grapeeater: (the magician.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Micchy had stayed up late, wanting to make sure that his brother got home all right. It wasn't really a sensible thing, but he couldn't help it. His older brother was important to him, and after a night with business meetings crammed back to back he could probably benefit from a friendly face.]

[The stench reaches him first. He wrinkles his nose in disgust, before doing his best to hide it. He has to keep his composure]

I'm awake.

[He walks over to it and opens the door, looking up at his brother.]

... You had a rough night...
grapeeater: (the hermit.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-03-17 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[After a few hours, Micchy gathers his blanket and pillow up. He hesitates for a moment, wondering if this is really an okay idea, but just keeps going. He's had enough of those nightmares, and now he's going to do something about it. So he carefully opens Takatora's door and slips inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on the floor to watch his brother.]

[He can't let him out of his sight. Not now. He knows hit's childish, but nightmares aren't really a laughing matter. Even if he understands the psychology behind it, why they're not real, that they never will be... he's still frightened for his brother's safety.]