花村 陽介 -Yosuke Hanamura- (
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sirenspull2013-02-14 09:44 pm
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Video-backdated a few hours to early afternoon
[The kid on the video doesn't look so hot. Not in an ate too much candy sort of way, either. He's pale and clammy and his lips aren't a healthy color. His eyes are dilated. He should probably be in bed. In fact, he probably is. But he's got something important to say first, judging by the serious expression on his face.]
Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-
[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]
Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.
Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-
[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]
Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.
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[Yosuke objects to this completely unfair accusation, dude.]
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[Not with his hands, see! He holds them up in Yosuke's face just to make sure that he can see for sure that his hands are clean as a whistle.]
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It's just enough to break his concentration, and he forgets what they were doing again. Damn it! He's pretty sure it was important. Or at least something he was looking forward to. But it's no use. He can't recall.
Sullenly, he takes a seat on the stoop and kicks at the snow, enjoying ruining the pristine loveliness of it.]
How come you didn't go to work? Are you sick?
[And then, a little uncertainly:]
Am I sick?
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They must be with the bees...
[He shakes his head.]
I'm late, aren't I? At this rate I won't be able to get any work done...and Oz will probably be upset with me.
[He sounds ready to cry at that. Even goes as far as to cover his face with one of the hands that Yosuke just shoved away.]
T-this is terrible!
Hey what if we did prose instead
"I'm cold."
then this log would explode
"If you're cold then you should be somewhere warmer," he answers, as though this is a startling revelation and not just common sense. He starts up the stairs, grabbing for Yosuke's wrist to pull him along. Gently, like he would have done for Oz when they were young (if he'd ever been allowed to lead back then, at least).
"It'll be warm, even without a fire."
Sweet.
The image of Oz, dead in the library, something awful in there with him maybe? What was it? All he remembers is grabbing Ciel and...leaving? Or was he chasing Ciel and screaming? It's fuzzy, but it's enough to make him jerk his hand away from Gilbert and take a few steps back from the mansion in alarm.
"NO! No, I can't go. I-I have school!"
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"Okay, let's go. I'll walk with you, I need to get to work. The cakes are probably sad."
Forget whatever they were about to do, this is definitely what needs to happen now.
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It's probably a bad idea, but even so Yosuke's heartbeat starts to calm down after the possibility of fire is averted. He grabs Gilbert at the elbow again, nervous and clingy.
"Okay, let's go. I'm ready."
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"Stop walking so fast," he mumbles eventually, once they've made it to the street.