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Who: Japan & Tatsumi
Where: America's apartment
When: Whenever America isn't around... sometime today or tomorrow, possible.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Tatsumi invited Japan over to teach him how to draw... and to keep him from boredom. Discussions and side-glances are on the horizon!
the log:
Sheets draped across the doorway into America's apartment in a temporary fix for the lack of a door thanks to earlier events. The floor had been wiped clean, and the walls... well, there was very little that could be done to those aside from wiping them down. It was still very obvious that something exploded there, with the way the remaining paint was ruined.
Waiting at the coffee table for Japan's arrival is Tatsumi, wearing one of his hoodie-shorts outfits. As much as he liked t-shirts and jeans, America's just didn't fit right and looked terrible in some cases. There are paper and writing utensils all ready. Honestly, Tatsumi didn't care much to learn to draw but it was a chance to get to know Japan, something he had wanted for a while but America, however, had been more a chore than Tatsumi has planned... pushing a lot of plans and desires back.
While he waited, Tatsumi thought back to Seifer's words and the whole incident in itself. It was already starting to feel like a faded memory.
Where: America's apartment
When: Whenever America isn't around... sometime today or tomorrow, possible.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Tatsumi invited Japan over to teach him how to draw... and to keep him from boredom. Discussions and side-glances are on the horizon!
the log:
Sheets draped across the doorway into America's apartment in a temporary fix for the lack of a door thanks to earlier events. The floor had been wiped clean, and the walls... well, there was very little that could be done to those aside from wiping them down. It was still very obvious that something exploded there, with the way the remaining paint was ruined.
Waiting at the coffee table for Japan's arrival is Tatsumi, wearing one of his hoodie-shorts outfits. As much as he liked t-shirts and jeans, America's just didn't fit right and looked terrible in some cases. There are paper and writing utensils all ready. Honestly, Tatsumi didn't care much to learn to draw but it was a chance to get to know Japan, something he had wanted for a while but America, however, had been more a chore than Tatsumi has planned... pushing a lot of plans and desires back.
While he waited, Tatsumi thought back to Seifer's words and the whole incident in itself. It was already starting to feel like a faded memory.