呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (
heavenlydecree) wrote2014-09-19 10:58 pm
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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.
His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.
Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.
Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
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[Really, that's the only question he has right now. But it's better to make him think he has something than reveal that he doesn't know what he doesn't know.]
In terms of 'disregard' for him, you're wrong. But it's a family matter, and not really any of your business.
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[Ryouma smiles at that, holding his phone up and waving it back and forth.]
Do you want to know what Takatora said about you?
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[... He really does want to know, but he's already destroyed so much of his credibility with his brother. Making it worse isn't something that would do him any good at this point.]
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There are so many things Takatora will never tell you. You're naive if you believe he's being completely honest. ... but you know you can ask me anything, right, Mitsuzane-kun?
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I have no reason to lie to you.
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Come with me. Leave your food.
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Now that I'm sure I have your attention...
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This is what happens when children aren't disciplined properly...
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I'm not a child.
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Perhaps you should prove that to me.
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[He reaches out to try to do... something... but all he can manage is to grab the arm pinning him to the wall and grip tightly.]
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So, Ryouma releases Mitsuzane easily, taking a step back and rubbing at his hands.]
You certainly are his brother...
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... If you don't have anything useful to say, I'm heading out.
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Only if you're sure you have nothing more to ask... I was so intent on having a nice conversation with you, until you tried to attack me.
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[Or touched him, for that matter, but Ryouma wouldn't let that slip.]
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[He shrugs. It was instinctive. He's hardly to blame.]
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[He smiles and gives the other a wave, heading back into the kitchen.]
Good luck at your practice, Ryugen-chan.
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