Unpacking blows
Who: Masaki and Minori
What: unpacking
Where: new house
When: Tuesday
Warnings: nada
This was not their bedroom. This was *a* bedroom, but not *their* bedroom. It was new. And empty. And...white. Something was majorly wrong here. Minori frowned, sitting atop some boxes and staring out of a window. It wasn't their window either. This new house was most certainly not growing on Minori. He didn't much expect it ever would.
He wouldn't mind it so much if he hadn't spent so much time before perfecting their bedroom. Every inch of that old room screamed "the twins live here". There were stickers, and it was painted, and there were clothes all around...This was just...a room. It felt rather cold and harsh. He didn't want to even unpack. It didn't seem like it would ever feel like their room.
He knew, though, that their grandmother would be highly upset if he and his brother didn't unpack the rest of their things soon. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wondering just where to start. Though, he would've much preferred to just sleep in the grass rather than this stranger's room.
Masaki felt much the same as his twin, looking around the room with a rather disheartened expression. He had protested moving as it was, but it wasn't like he had much say in things anymore. He had caused too much trouble for the family - he had even come close to getting himself kicked out of school.
"It's too white," he muttered, scuffing his sneaker on the floor. "And it's shape is weird." Well, it had a couple of odd angles. That wasn't really what Masaki was protesting, but it would make for a good enough cover story.
He missed home, and they hadn't even been gone for very long. The old house was nicer than this, he was sure. And he wanted his stickers back. Most of all, he hated the thought of some stranger living in the room that had been he and Minori's.
"It's too white and it smells funny," Minori added, though barely audibly. Of course, the family's ears had all grown accustomed to tuning in a little more attentively to know what Minori said, otherwise the poor boy would never be heard by anyone.
"We should start unpacking before we get in trouble," he reasoned, forcing himself to stand. He grabbed the box he had been sitting on and lifted it, carrying it over to his mattress on the floor and sitting down with it.
Shifter Omi: "Mm. I don't want to," Masaki said. His volume tended to make up for Minori's lack of it, as he wasn't afraid to yell or be loud whenever he felt like it.
A pause, then he admitted, in a softer tone, "I want to go home."
bleedingthru76: "Yep," Minori agreed with a slight nod. He sat a few of his books aside, growing tired of unpacking already. "Maybe I could fake a seizure. Or maybe Aika..."
"Mm. Or I could throw something out the window. That worked when 'Tousan thought we should move into that gray-lookin' place." He shrugged, with a hint of a smile as he contemplated the evils he was capable of.
Minori smiled slightly as well. They were both capable of evils, but only one of them regularly acted on it. Minori was content just being the weird twin, as opposed to the crazy twin. Not that there was anything wrong with being the crazy twin. It just wasn't who Minori was.
He turned the box upside down and dumped all his books out, staring at them a moment. "We just have to take things out of the boxes, right?" he wondered as he got up to get another one. "They didn't say anything about putting things away."
"..you have a point." He grinned, nodding and heading for one of his boxes. "But this box ain't goin' on the floor. The other ones, sure." He winked and set down the box on the bed - which didn't have any sheets on it yet or anything. "Has my CD player in it."
Minori smiled and dumped out another box, full of more books. He had far too many books, but no one really complained. Well, no one had complained before the move. Then complaints ran rampant at having to transport them all. But Minori refused to leave any behind, lest he be left behind with them.
"You think Aika's holding up okay?" he asked as he took a break from "unpacking" to flip through a book. He hadn't recalled ever seeing it before, therefore had no clue that he'd bought it, and so he leaned against the too-white wall and started to browse through.
Masaki shrugged, hoisting a box with clothes in it and promptly upending it on the floor, letting various brightly-colored articles of clothing spill out.
"I'm sure she'll adjust. She likes decorating stuff, right? With these white walls, she'll have fun." Knowing Masaki, his first suggestion would probably be to color the room neon orange or something. He was a strange one.
"I don't want orange," Minori shook his head. He kicked over another box of his own clothes and let the fall out. "Maybe blue. Or...purple. Purple's nice." He pushed the clothes aside and assaulted another box.
"I dunno. Should we help her or anything?" he wondered.
"Maybe dark purple? Nothin' too bright, or it'll look stupid," he muttered, taking another box and dumping his own collection of books - some novels, but a great deal of comics - onto the floor.
Minori reached over to steal a comic and thumbed it a moment. "Like orange wouldn't look stupid?" he smirked. "I guess dark purple...I dunno how well that would go over, though..."
He frowned, imagining just what their grandmother would say if she walked in and saw the walls painted so close to black. Not that it would necessarily be that close...but anything darker than pastel may as well, in her eyes, be black.
"..mm. True. Obasan would go nuts." He shook his head, glancing down at the pile of stuff that they had created. "Maybe like.. a reddish purple? Compromise." He grinned.
"I guess reddish purple wouldn't be so bad," Minori shrugged. He put the comic aside and looked at the mess as well. The painting would be a fight, and this mess of stuff would be another. But he didn't so much care. Part of him wondered just what they would be doing were their mother still alive. He tried not to think of it too hard, though was slowly failing.
Masaki didn't care either, about the fights, but that was because he could win at least half of them. With their father, Masaki yelled as loud and as much as he wanted, and eventually the man would give in. Of course, Masaki was much more subdued with their grandmother - she and Minori were probably the only people who could ever get him to calm down.
"Nn. They'll still object, but who cares? We'll tell them we're painting the color of the sunset."
At that, Minori let out a much more audible laugh. Masaki's random lies were always quite humorous time him. Not that he advocated lying or anything. But still. Hilarious.
"Aika could probably paint a sunset," Minori suggested. "Just so it's not a complete lie. I mean, I guess I'd feel bad for just randomly lying. We could try and make things look like home...kind of..."
"Mm. It'll be home soon enough." He wasn't sure he really believed that, but he liked to at least pretend to be optimistic. "Once we paint it and get stickers and junk to put all over the place."
"It won't be home," he disputed. "It will be a place to sleep, that sort of looks like home. It'll never be home." Rather grumpily, he started folding random clothes to give his hands something to do. He hadn't meant to sound quite so angry, but he was adamant about the fact that this weird new place would never feel like home to him.
"..nn. Sou da ne," he muttered, going quiet for a moment and looking as sad as he had when they entered the room.
What: unpacking
Where: new house
When: Tuesday
Warnings: nada
This was not their bedroom. This was *a* bedroom, but not *their* bedroom. It was new. And empty. And...white. Something was majorly wrong here. Minori frowned, sitting atop some boxes and staring out of a window. It wasn't their window either. This new house was most certainly not growing on Minori. He didn't much expect it ever would.
He wouldn't mind it so much if he hadn't spent so much time before perfecting their bedroom. Every inch of that old room screamed "the twins live here". There were stickers, and it was painted, and there were clothes all around...This was just...a room. It felt rather cold and harsh. He didn't want to even unpack. It didn't seem like it would ever feel like their room.
He knew, though, that their grandmother would be highly upset if he and his brother didn't unpack the rest of their things soon. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wondering just where to start. Though, he would've much preferred to just sleep in the grass rather than this stranger's room.
Masaki felt much the same as his twin, looking around the room with a rather disheartened expression. He had protested moving as it was, but it wasn't like he had much say in things anymore. He had caused too much trouble for the family - he had even come close to getting himself kicked out of school.
"It's too white," he muttered, scuffing his sneaker on the floor. "And it's shape is weird." Well, it had a couple of odd angles. That wasn't really what Masaki was protesting, but it would make for a good enough cover story.
He missed home, and they hadn't even been gone for very long. The old house was nicer than this, he was sure. And he wanted his stickers back. Most of all, he hated the thought of some stranger living in the room that had been he and Minori's.
"It's too white and it smells funny," Minori added, though barely audibly. Of course, the family's ears had all grown accustomed to tuning in a little more attentively to know what Minori said, otherwise the poor boy would never be heard by anyone.
"We should start unpacking before we get in trouble," he reasoned, forcing himself to stand. He grabbed the box he had been sitting on and lifted it, carrying it over to his mattress on the floor and sitting down with it.
Shifter Omi: "Mm. I don't want to," Masaki said. His volume tended to make up for Minori's lack of it, as he wasn't afraid to yell or be loud whenever he felt like it.
A pause, then he admitted, in a softer tone, "I want to go home."
bleedingthru76: "Yep," Minori agreed with a slight nod. He sat a few of his books aside, growing tired of unpacking already. "Maybe I could fake a seizure. Or maybe Aika..."
"Mm. Or I could throw something out the window. That worked when 'Tousan thought we should move into that gray-lookin' place." He shrugged, with a hint of a smile as he contemplated the evils he was capable of.
Minori smiled slightly as well. They were both capable of evils, but only one of them regularly acted on it. Minori was content just being the weird twin, as opposed to the crazy twin. Not that there was anything wrong with being the crazy twin. It just wasn't who Minori was.
He turned the box upside down and dumped all his books out, staring at them a moment. "We just have to take things out of the boxes, right?" he wondered as he got up to get another one. "They didn't say anything about putting things away."
"..you have a point." He grinned, nodding and heading for one of his boxes. "But this box ain't goin' on the floor. The other ones, sure." He winked and set down the box on the bed - which didn't have any sheets on it yet or anything. "Has my CD player in it."
Minori smiled and dumped out another box, full of more books. He had far too many books, but no one really complained. Well, no one had complained before the move. Then complaints ran rampant at having to transport them all. But Minori refused to leave any behind, lest he be left behind with them.
"You think Aika's holding up okay?" he asked as he took a break from "unpacking" to flip through a book. He hadn't recalled ever seeing it before, therefore had no clue that he'd bought it, and so he leaned against the too-white wall and started to browse through.
Masaki shrugged, hoisting a box with clothes in it and promptly upending it on the floor, letting various brightly-colored articles of clothing spill out.
"I'm sure she'll adjust. She likes decorating stuff, right? With these white walls, she'll have fun." Knowing Masaki, his first suggestion would probably be to color the room neon orange or something. He was a strange one.
"I don't want orange," Minori shook his head. He kicked over another box of his own clothes and let the fall out. "Maybe blue. Or...purple. Purple's nice." He pushed the clothes aside and assaulted another box.
"I dunno. Should we help her or anything?" he wondered.
"Maybe dark purple? Nothin' too bright, or it'll look stupid," he muttered, taking another box and dumping his own collection of books - some novels, but a great deal of comics - onto the floor.
Minori reached over to steal a comic and thumbed it a moment. "Like orange wouldn't look stupid?" he smirked. "I guess dark purple...I dunno how well that would go over, though..."
He frowned, imagining just what their grandmother would say if she walked in and saw the walls painted so close to black. Not that it would necessarily be that close...but anything darker than pastel may as well, in her eyes, be black.
"..mm. True. Obasan would go nuts." He shook his head, glancing down at the pile of stuff that they had created. "Maybe like.. a reddish purple? Compromise." He grinned.
"I guess reddish purple wouldn't be so bad," Minori shrugged. He put the comic aside and looked at the mess as well. The painting would be a fight, and this mess of stuff would be another. But he didn't so much care. Part of him wondered just what they would be doing were their mother still alive. He tried not to think of it too hard, though was slowly failing.
Masaki didn't care either, about the fights, but that was because he could win at least half of them. With their father, Masaki yelled as loud and as much as he wanted, and eventually the man would give in. Of course, Masaki was much more subdued with their grandmother - she and Minori were probably the only people who could ever get him to calm down.
"Nn. They'll still object, but who cares? We'll tell them we're painting the color of the sunset."
At that, Minori let out a much more audible laugh. Masaki's random lies were always quite humorous time him. Not that he advocated lying or anything. But still. Hilarious.
"Aika could probably paint a sunset," Minori suggested. "Just so it's not a complete lie. I mean, I guess I'd feel bad for just randomly lying. We could try and make things look like home...kind of..."
"Mm. It'll be home soon enough." He wasn't sure he really believed that, but he liked to at least pretend to be optimistic. "Once we paint it and get stickers and junk to put all over the place."
"It won't be home," he disputed. "It will be a place to sleep, that sort of looks like home. It'll never be home." Rather grumpily, he started folding random clothes to give his hands something to do. He hadn't meant to sound quite so angry, but he was adamant about the fact that this weird new place would never feel like home to him.
"..nn. Sou da ne," he muttered, going quiet for a moment and looking as sad as he had when they entered the room.