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WHO: Ion Fortuna {nightlord_3045}, Ryoji Mochizuki {the_same_end}
WHERE: Ion's room, 699. Then down to the arcade
WHEN: Immediately after Ion's latest post on the comm.
SUMMARY: Ion asks Ryoji to come up to talk. Once the talking's done, they head to the arcade.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: possible yaoi
STATUS: In-Progress
He was done angsting by the time he asked Ryoji to come up. There was no point in feeling guilty about a situation he'd never had any control over, just as there was no point being angry at Selh'teus for events that the Host had been responsible for.
Now, he was just feeling sort of numb. Depressed, illogically angry at himself for things beyond his control...but that was distant. Almost like he wasn't really feeling it.
His laptop was closed, sitting on the bed next to him, and Ion himself sat with his back to the wall, the bedsheets wrapped around him like a cloak, just languidly waiting.
WHERE: Ion's room, 699. Then down to the arcade
WHEN: Immediately after Ion's latest post on the comm.
SUMMARY: Ion asks Ryoji to come up to talk. Once the talking's done, they head to the arcade.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: possible yaoi
STATUS: In-Progress
He was done angsting by the time he asked Ryoji to come up. There was no point in feeling guilty about a situation he'd never had any control over, just as there was no point being angry at Selh'teus for events that the Host had been responsible for.
Now, he was just feeling sort of numb. Depressed, illogically angry at himself for things beyond his control...but that was distant. Almost like he wasn't really feeling it.
His laptop was closed, sitting on the bed next to him, and Ion himself sat with his back to the wall, the bedsheets wrapped around him like a cloak, just languidly waiting.