Shū Tsukiyama (月山 習) | ɢᴏᴜʀᴍᴇᴛ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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derailing2015-06-28 02:05 am
preybeforemeals) wrote in derailing2015-06-28 02:05 am
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It's the turn of time that grinds the stone down into sand
[Tsukiyama had found Ryuunosuke in the elevator and it'd been easy from there – a hand wrapped around his forearm, a muttered insistence that he wasn't feeling well, could he stay with Ryuunosuke for a while because he thinks he might faint or be sick and doesn't want to be alone; it'd all been quiet insistences like that, voice low but words safe in the event that someone was close enough to overhear and willing to eavesdrop.
He hadn't relinquished his grip when the doors had slid open and they'd returned to the ground floor, and he seems sick and faint and he's requiring at least some support until they're safely in Ryuunosuke's room, and since Ryuunosuke knows everything else he's doing is a ruse (well, almost everything, Tsukiyama still can't tell him about...that because no one can know about that) he imagines there's no harm in letting him know about the entire blood phobia being utter bullshit as well, too.
So he pulls away once the door is closed and his entire demeanor changes; he still looks a bit pale but immediately less fragile, straightening up and immediately dropping any impression he may have been giving off that he was about to faint in the damn hallway, and his words are brisk and sharp while he contents himself with brushing wrinkles out of his suit that may or may not actually be there.]
My apologies for grabbing you; it disgusts me a little, having to do that in front of people.
He hadn't relinquished his grip when the doors had slid open and they'd returned to the ground floor, and he seems sick and faint and he's requiring at least some support until they're safely in Ryuunosuke's room, and since Ryuunosuke knows everything else he's doing is a ruse (well, almost everything, Tsukiyama still can't tell him about...that because no one can know about that) he imagines there's no harm in letting him know about the entire blood phobia being utter bullshit as well, too.
So he pulls away once the door is closed and his entire demeanor changes; he still looks a bit pale but immediately less fragile, straightening up and immediately dropping any impression he may have been giving off that he was about to faint in the damn hallway, and his words are brisk and sharp while he contents himself with brushing wrinkles out of his suit that may or may not actually be there.]
My apologies for grabbing you; it disgusts me a little, having to do that in front of people.