Log: Hayate & Kotetsu. Saturday Night.
Kotetsu & Hayate smoke some cigarettes on his porch and talk about life.
No real warnings.
Kotetsu was beyond boredom. Izumo had a family event to go to; his sister was throwing a family party. He had been invited, but truth be told, Kotetsu really didn't want to go. He was regretting that decision now though, especially since he had been staring at the computer screen for over a half-hour, not sure what he could do. Hayate! Well, he couldn't literally do him, but he could certainly be used as entertainment.
He pulled up in front of his friend's house fifteen minutes later.
Hayate yawned, coughing slightly as the air caught in his lungs. He sat on the porch swing, rocking back and forth as he pressed his bare feet onto the porch. He watched Kotetsu pull up with a slightly amused look on his face; Kotetsu did say something about showing up. He sat patiently on the swing, smoking his cigarette-- looking the happiest he probably had in months. And he was only mildly content.
It wasn't the most exciting idea he'd ever had, especially considering how exciting Hayate was, but it was better than nothing. He hadn't seen him in quite a while anyways. Raising a hand in greeting, Kotetsu came around his car, a lit cigarette present in his dangling hand. "Lazing about on your porch like normal, eh?" Kotetsu asked, flopping into the empty space next to Hayate. He inhaled deeply, savoring the calming sensation, before flipping the butt onto the porch, snuffing it with the tip of his shoe. "And smoking? Tsk tsk, I thought someone was quitting."
"I'll start tomorrow..." Hayate shrugged, "besides-- there are three left in this pack. Should last me the rest of the night." He took another drag before flicking ash onto the porch. "What's up, Kotykoty-chan~?" His tone was almost... sarcastic. It really had been a while since he'd been in a good enough mood to joke around. The sleepy smirk that remained on his face was a sure sign of that. Either that... or he was high. Yeah, he was pretty sure he wasn't high.
"You suck." Kotetsu, now dubbed 'Kotykoty-chan', growled. Tapping the side of his pack to get another cigarette, he stuck it between his lips, lighting it with a steady hand. The first take was not his favorite, he preferred it when it had already been half finished, but it was satisfying enough. Izumo didn't like the taste or smell of smoke. He was supposed to be trying to cut back. Oops. Yawning boredly, he absentmindedly tapped the filter with his thumb, although not because there was ash building up; he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. "Nothing really. Everything’s pretty fine." He shrugged. "Twenty days, and Dad's only kicked me out once. It's a record, I swear."
"You're actually getting along with your dad? ...Or is it something else?" Hayate cleared his throat, leaning farther back in his seat. There was really only one other person aside from Kotetsu that didn't seem to mind it when he smoked, and she was long gone. All her fault, too. He only started smoking because of her, and now that she was gone-- all he'd had left were his cigarettes. So of course, it took him a while to even find the motivation to give them up... even with his failing health. "You just not around him or something?"
"Hah! Me, getting along with my dad? Not likely. He just, yeah, hasn't been around as much." Kotetsu grinned. "Good for me, ya know." He didn't plan on telling Hayate why his dad wasn't around, or at least what his suspicions about his dad's disappearances were. It was enough to tell him that his father was rarely around anymore. Pushing off against the wooden porch once, Kotetsu leaned back, deciding that him awkwardly trying to follow Hayate's rhythm was pointless. He'd just let Hayate do the work today.
Hayate just nodded, "Guess that's good, then." He stared out at the street, the breeze and the swing and the steadily setting sun were pretty calming. A few seconds, (or maybe minutes?) and he snapped back into reality. "Oh... Uh." A cough. "Sorry, Kotetsu. I think I zoned out." Still distracted as ever.
He chuckled. "Yeah, you did. It's fine." Kotetsu wasn't sure what to say; he never was around Hayate. "...How’re things going for you then?"
"Pretty good. I just joined the Kendo club a couple of weeks ago." He blinked over at Kotetsu. "Uzuki Yuugao asked me to join... you know, the girl with the purple hair?" He smiled faintly, puffing on his cigarette. "...I'm still convinced she just wants me there so her friends can laugh at me."
"Nah. What reason'd they have to laugh at you anyways?" Kotetsu said, before reaching over and flicking him in the forehead. "Even if you are kind of funny looking." He leaned back, taking a drag of his cigarette. "But yeah, that's pretty cool. You need to get out more. Socialize and all that crap."
"Ow." Hayate pouted, rubbing his forehead. "...I asked her to a dance once. She... laughed me." Hayate frowned a little, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette. "Until a month ago... I was pretty sure she hated me."
"Pah! I asked you to a dance once. You laughed at me. No big deal. Things change." Kotetsu grinned. He didn't think that the situations were the same, but Hayate didn't need to hear that yeah, she probably thought he was a lameass. Even if he kind of was. That was fine, Kotetsu liked him anyways.
Hayate wasn't a lameass! ...Okay, he totally was. "Whatever," He shrugged. "I got over it, anyway." He sighed to himself, Yuugao acted nice to his face, but he wondered what she might say behind his back-- if anything. He wasn't exactly a memorable person. "And so did you." The smirk was back; Hayate sure did seem a little friendlier these days, at the very least.
"Har-har-har." Kotetsu said, sarcasm evident in his voice. "Didn't you know? I cried myself to sleep for weeks on end." He rolled his eyes, a matching smirk rising on his face. "I still can't believe you turned me down though. What am I, not good enough for you?"
"Dude. I don't like guys." Hayate laughed, "No offense or anything. No worries, though. I think you'll make Izumo an awesome wife one day." He always sounded so damn serious, you really had to look at his face to see if he was joking or not.
Kotetsu's smirk turned into that of a shocked expression. "I will not make anyone an awesome wife, you jackass!" He pouted for a moment, before putting the insult out of his mind. Shifting to face Hayate, one leg bent at the knee so he could sit with his back to the arm of the porch swing, shin resting along Hayate's side, Kotetsu shrugged, a hint of a leer resting on his lips. "I bet you'd change your tune if you tried one out."
Hayate choked a little on the smoke from his cigarette-- or maybe that was just surprise. "I really doubt that." Then again, wasn't Genma the one who used to say that Anko didn't count because she was so freakin' dominant? Most of the women that he liked were like that, angry, abusive, and violent. But... they were also housed in such pretty, delicate bodies. Wait, was he actually considering the fact that-- EW EW EW EW. "So knock it off." He pouted.
Kotetsu's grin grew to spread over his face at Hayate's hesitation, but he remained quiet. For the most part. Snickering under his breath, Kotetsu watched Hayate argue with himself, up to the point where his face scrunched like he'd smelt something foul. When that in turn shifted into him pouting, Kotetsu's grin expanded even more. "But that wouldn't be any fun for me!" He argued.
"It's not funny!" Hayate nearly scowled, pushing Kotetsu's leg away from him in a little huff. This was really as mad as he ever got unless something made him go over the edge-- which was rare, especially now that his life was essentially drama-free. "Besides, you're the only guy who's ever even hit on me. Not to mention, I'm not gay."
"Neither am I. Ain't it a beautiful thing, liking both genders?" Kotetsu laughed, not even caring that Hayate had shoved his leg away - rather roughly too. "You're opened up to so many possibilities." He recognized the warning signs of a Hayate-anger-fit... but he was having too much fun to stop teasing the easily wound up boy.
"Whatever." Hayate sighed, rolling his eyes before flicking ash from his cigarette and leaning on the armrest. Kotetsu always complained about Hayate never let things go, but it was the same way the other way around. Actually, they were a lot alike aside from Hayate's dreary cloud of emo, and Kotetsu's penchant to kiss boys as well as girls. "I like my possibilities just fine."
"Well, I'm always here if you change your mind." Kotetsu sang, pushing off the floor to swing the seat back and forth. "I'm sure Izumo wouldn't mind sharing once or twice." He snickered, looking over to Hayate to see if he had managed to get a rise out of him.
Hayate shook his head, almost laughing. "Stop that." Damn, his cigarette had already burned down to the filter. When did that happen? He reached into his pocket and pulled out his steadily emptying pack. He was supposed to be quitting tomorrow. ...He wasn't sure he'd be able to last that long. "I'm not interested."
"Yes, yes, so you've said." Kotetsu replied, dismissing Hayate's statement with a wave of his hand. Dropping the subject for now, with plans to return to it tomorrow, he tapped his cigarette a few times to disperse the ash on the tip. "You have to at least admit that your day is more exciting when I'm around." Completely off-topic. Did Kotetsu care?
"Sure." Hayate paused, lighting another cigarette. "You're my friend. I wouldn't invite you over or let you into my house if I didn't want you to be there." His face looked almost bored, bland to say the least. He sighed, inhaling a lovely little cloud of cancer.
"Hah! You do want me!" Kotetsu said, bursting out into a fit of laughter, choking for a moment as he exhaled, before beginning to laugh again. "Sorry, sorry. I know, you're not interested. You make it too easy though!"
"...." Hayate sighed. "I hate you." He pouted some more, fully haven given up on his point. There was really no point. When Kotetsu was really rolling anything he said just made it worse. If he kept talking, he'd just keep digging himself into this hole.
"No you don't!" Kotetsu denied, pushing out his bottom lip at Hayate. "I bet if I had asked you to go to the dinner with me you would have gone. Its too bad Hinata cancelled that. I could have gotten you flowers, and picked you up. It would have been so much fun!"
"Because I really need something else making me look gay." Hayate rolled his eyes, smoking his cigarette. "I asked a girl to that, you know." Random tangent, yes. He didn't think much of Kin's rejection anymore; she'd been sick and didn't much like parties. Hopefully... it was just that.
Kotetsu nodded. "You told me you were asking someone. What'd she say?"
"She said No. ...Something about being busy, and that she didn't like dinner parties anyway." He frowned, "But... We're supposed to be going to the movies with a friend of hers, and his girlfriend or whatever." He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke after a moment with a dreary sigh.
"That'll be good." Kotetsu said encouragingly, nodding as if to reaffirm his statement. "You need to get out of the house more. I swear, the wood as worn down to have your permanent assprint in the bench."
"I know, I know." Hayate shrugged. "Things were just... it was really hard for me. After Anko and Genma both left, you know?" He flicked a little ash off the tip of his cigarette, sighing slightly before the air caught in his throat and he coughed. "Hard to adjust, is all."
"Yeah." Kotetsu replied slowly. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to lose Izumo. Even now that they were dating, it hadn't reached the point where he'd be upset about losing a lover. No... but he'd lose his best friend, and that would hurt. "You guys have a fight or something?" He asked, concerned, because as much as he despised Anko, she didn't seem like one to abandon her friends -- not Hayate at least. Genma... well, he was a flake. It couldn't be helped.
"Something like that." Hayate sighed, frowning. "...Anko ran off with Shisui a while ago. Genma's just... he's just gone. So much for best friends, huh?" He'd been pretty devastated when Anko left, Genma had never been very reliable, and with the end of his friendship with Anko-- he'd lost his last close friend.
Kotetsu frowned. Had it been someone else, he would have pulled them into a hug. They were both boys though, and boys didn't hug. It wasn't manly enough. He didn't get that, but whatever floats your boat. Instead, he settled for lightly nudging his foot against Hayate's leg. "They'll be back. No reason to stay away. And then you can bitch them out and guilt trip them into giving you lots of presents."
"It's not that simple." Hayate grumbled, not really bothering to explain anymore. "Genma, maybe. Not Anko, though. Even if she does come back." Honestly, Hayate might've overreacted if Kotetsu hugged him. He was never one for physical closeness, with anyone. Except maybe Anko-- and you see where this is going.
It was hard to make someone feel better when they didn't cooperate with you. Hayate wasn't someone you easily cheered up though, so Kotetsu settled for bumping his foot against the other once more. "It'll work out." He said confidently. "In the meantime, you've got other friends." He offered what he hoped would be a reassuring grin, although he knew he could never replace those two. He didn't want to try either, but it was nice to know that you hadn't been completely abandoned, he would imagine.
No real warnings.
Kotetsu was beyond boredom. Izumo had a family event to go to; his sister was throwing a family party. He had been invited, but truth be told, Kotetsu really didn't want to go. He was regretting that decision now though, especially since he had been staring at the computer screen for over a half-hour, not sure what he could do. Hayate! Well, he couldn't literally do him, but he could certainly be used as entertainment.
He pulled up in front of his friend's house fifteen minutes later.
Hayate yawned, coughing slightly as the air caught in his lungs. He sat on the porch swing, rocking back and forth as he pressed his bare feet onto the porch. He watched Kotetsu pull up with a slightly amused look on his face; Kotetsu did say something about showing up. He sat patiently on the swing, smoking his cigarette-- looking the happiest he probably had in months. And he was only mildly content.
It wasn't the most exciting idea he'd ever had, especially considering how exciting Hayate was, but it was better than nothing. He hadn't seen him in quite a while anyways. Raising a hand in greeting, Kotetsu came around his car, a lit cigarette present in his dangling hand. "Lazing about on your porch like normal, eh?" Kotetsu asked, flopping into the empty space next to Hayate. He inhaled deeply, savoring the calming sensation, before flipping the butt onto the porch, snuffing it with the tip of his shoe. "And smoking? Tsk tsk, I thought someone was quitting."
"I'll start tomorrow..." Hayate shrugged, "besides-- there are three left in this pack. Should last me the rest of the night." He took another drag before flicking ash onto the porch. "What's up, Kotykoty-chan~?" His tone was almost... sarcastic. It really had been a while since he'd been in a good enough mood to joke around. The sleepy smirk that remained on his face was a sure sign of that. Either that... or he was high. Yeah, he was pretty sure he wasn't high.
"You suck." Kotetsu, now dubbed 'Kotykoty-chan', growled. Tapping the side of his pack to get another cigarette, he stuck it between his lips, lighting it with a steady hand. The first take was not his favorite, he preferred it when it had already been half finished, but it was satisfying enough. Izumo didn't like the taste or smell of smoke. He was supposed to be trying to cut back. Oops. Yawning boredly, he absentmindedly tapped the filter with his thumb, although not because there was ash building up; he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. "Nothing really. Everything’s pretty fine." He shrugged. "Twenty days, and Dad's only kicked me out once. It's a record, I swear."
"You're actually getting along with your dad? ...Or is it something else?" Hayate cleared his throat, leaning farther back in his seat. There was really only one other person aside from Kotetsu that didn't seem to mind it when he smoked, and she was long gone. All her fault, too. He only started smoking because of her, and now that she was gone-- all he'd had left were his cigarettes. So of course, it took him a while to even find the motivation to give them up... even with his failing health. "You just not around him or something?"
"Hah! Me, getting along with my dad? Not likely. He just, yeah, hasn't been around as much." Kotetsu grinned. "Good for me, ya know." He didn't plan on telling Hayate why his dad wasn't around, or at least what his suspicions about his dad's disappearances were. It was enough to tell him that his father was rarely around anymore. Pushing off against the wooden porch once, Kotetsu leaned back, deciding that him awkwardly trying to follow Hayate's rhythm was pointless. He'd just let Hayate do the work today.
Hayate just nodded, "Guess that's good, then." He stared out at the street, the breeze and the swing and the steadily setting sun were pretty calming. A few seconds, (or maybe minutes?) and he snapped back into reality. "Oh... Uh." A cough. "Sorry, Kotetsu. I think I zoned out." Still distracted as ever.
He chuckled. "Yeah, you did. It's fine." Kotetsu wasn't sure what to say; he never was around Hayate. "...How’re things going for you then?"
"Pretty good. I just joined the Kendo club a couple of weeks ago." He blinked over at Kotetsu. "Uzuki Yuugao asked me to join... you know, the girl with the purple hair?" He smiled faintly, puffing on his cigarette. "...I'm still convinced she just wants me there so her friends can laugh at me."
"Nah. What reason'd they have to laugh at you anyways?" Kotetsu said, before reaching over and flicking him in the forehead. "Even if you are kind of funny looking." He leaned back, taking a drag of his cigarette. "But yeah, that's pretty cool. You need to get out more. Socialize and all that crap."
"Ow." Hayate pouted, rubbing his forehead. "...I asked her to a dance once. She... laughed me." Hayate frowned a little, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette. "Until a month ago... I was pretty sure she hated me."
"Pah! I asked you to a dance once. You laughed at me. No big deal. Things change." Kotetsu grinned. He didn't think that the situations were the same, but Hayate didn't need to hear that yeah, she probably thought he was a lameass. Even if he kind of was. That was fine, Kotetsu liked him anyways.
Hayate wasn't a lameass! ...Okay, he totally was. "Whatever," He shrugged. "I got over it, anyway." He sighed to himself, Yuugao acted nice to his face, but he wondered what she might say behind his back-- if anything. He wasn't exactly a memorable person. "And so did you." The smirk was back; Hayate sure did seem a little friendlier these days, at the very least.
"Har-har-har." Kotetsu said, sarcasm evident in his voice. "Didn't you know? I cried myself to sleep for weeks on end." He rolled his eyes, a matching smirk rising on his face. "I still can't believe you turned me down though. What am I, not good enough for you?"
"Dude. I don't like guys." Hayate laughed, "No offense or anything. No worries, though. I think you'll make Izumo an awesome wife one day." He always sounded so damn serious, you really had to look at his face to see if he was joking or not.
Kotetsu's smirk turned into that of a shocked expression. "I will not make anyone an awesome wife, you jackass!" He pouted for a moment, before putting the insult out of his mind. Shifting to face Hayate, one leg bent at the knee so he could sit with his back to the arm of the porch swing, shin resting along Hayate's side, Kotetsu shrugged, a hint of a leer resting on his lips. "I bet you'd change your tune if you tried one out."
Hayate choked a little on the smoke from his cigarette-- or maybe that was just surprise. "I really doubt that." Then again, wasn't Genma the one who used to say that Anko didn't count because she was so freakin' dominant? Most of the women that he liked were like that, angry, abusive, and violent. But... they were also housed in such pretty, delicate bodies. Wait, was he actually considering the fact that-- EW EW EW EW. "So knock it off." He pouted.
Kotetsu's grin grew to spread over his face at Hayate's hesitation, but he remained quiet. For the most part. Snickering under his breath, Kotetsu watched Hayate argue with himself, up to the point where his face scrunched like he'd smelt something foul. When that in turn shifted into him pouting, Kotetsu's grin expanded even more. "But that wouldn't be any fun for me!" He argued.
"It's not funny!" Hayate nearly scowled, pushing Kotetsu's leg away from him in a little huff. This was really as mad as he ever got unless something made him go over the edge-- which was rare, especially now that his life was essentially drama-free. "Besides, you're the only guy who's ever even hit on me. Not to mention, I'm not gay."
"Neither am I. Ain't it a beautiful thing, liking both genders?" Kotetsu laughed, not even caring that Hayate had shoved his leg away - rather roughly too. "You're opened up to so many possibilities." He recognized the warning signs of a Hayate-anger-fit... but he was having too much fun to stop teasing the easily wound up boy.
"Whatever." Hayate sighed, rolling his eyes before flicking ash from his cigarette and leaning on the armrest. Kotetsu always complained about Hayate never let things go, but it was the same way the other way around. Actually, they were a lot alike aside from Hayate's dreary cloud of emo, and Kotetsu's penchant to kiss boys as well as girls. "I like my possibilities just fine."
"Well, I'm always here if you change your mind." Kotetsu sang, pushing off the floor to swing the seat back and forth. "I'm sure Izumo wouldn't mind sharing once or twice." He snickered, looking over to Hayate to see if he had managed to get a rise out of him.
Hayate shook his head, almost laughing. "Stop that." Damn, his cigarette had already burned down to the filter. When did that happen? He reached into his pocket and pulled out his steadily emptying pack. He was supposed to be quitting tomorrow. ...He wasn't sure he'd be able to last that long. "I'm not interested."
"Yes, yes, so you've said." Kotetsu replied, dismissing Hayate's statement with a wave of his hand. Dropping the subject for now, with plans to return to it tomorrow, he tapped his cigarette a few times to disperse the ash on the tip. "You have to at least admit that your day is more exciting when I'm around." Completely off-topic. Did Kotetsu care?
"Sure." Hayate paused, lighting another cigarette. "You're my friend. I wouldn't invite you over or let you into my house if I didn't want you to be there." His face looked almost bored, bland to say the least. He sighed, inhaling a lovely little cloud of cancer.
"Hah! You do want me!" Kotetsu said, bursting out into a fit of laughter, choking for a moment as he exhaled, before beginning to laugh again. "Sorry, sorry. I know, you're not interested. You make it too easy though!"
"...." Hayate sighed. "I hate you." He pouted some more, fully haven given up on his point. There was really no point. When Kotetsu was really rolling anything he said just made it worse. If he kept talking, he'd just keep digging himself into this hole.
"No you don't!" Kotetsu denied, pushing out his bottom lip at Hayate. "I bet if I had asked you to go to the dinner with me you would have gone. Its too bad Hinata cancelled that. I could have gotten you flowers, and picked you up. It would have been so much fun!"
"Because I really need something else making me look gay." Hayate rolled his eyes, smoking his cigarette. "I asked a girl to that, you know." Random tangent, yes. He didn't think much of Kin's rejection anymore; she'd been sick and didn't much like parties. Hopefully... it was just that.
Kotetsu nodded. "You told me you were asking someone. What'd she say?"
"She said No. ...Something about being busy, and that she didn't like dinner parties anyway." He frowned, "But... We're supposed to be going to the movies with a friend of hers, and his girlfriend or whatever." He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke after a moment with a dreary sigh.
"That'll be good." Kotetsu said encouragingly, nodding as if to reaffirm his statement. "You need to get out of the house more. I swear, the wood as worn down to have your permanent assprint in the bench."
"I know, I know." Hayate shrugged. "Things were just... it was really hard for me. After Anko and Genma both left, you know?" He flicked a little ash off the tip of his cigarette, sighing slightly before the air caught in his throat and he coughed. "Hard to adjust, is all."
"Yeah." Kotetsu replied slowly. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to lose Izumo. Even now that they were dating, it hadn't reached the point where he'd be upset about losing a lover. No... but he'd lose his best friend, and that would hurt. "You guys have a fight or something?" He asked, concerned, because as much as he despised Anko, she didn't seem like one to abandon her friends -- not Hayate at least. Genma... well, he was a flake. It couldn't be helped.
"Something like that." Hayate sighed, frowning. "...Anko ran off with Shisui a while ago. Genma's just... he's just gone. So much for best friends, huh?" He'd been pretty devastated when Anko left, Genma had never been very reliable, and with the end of his friendship with Anko-- he'd lost his last close friend.
Kotetsu frowned. Had it been someone else, he would have pulled them into a hug. They were both boys though, and boys didn't hug. It wasn't manly enough. He didn't get that, but whatever floats your boat. Instead, he settled for lightly nudging his foot against Hayate's leg. "They'll be back. No reason to stay away. And then you can bitch them out and guilt trip them into giving you lots of presents."
"It's not that simple." Hayate grumbled, not really bothering to explain anymore. "Genma, maybe. Not Anko, though. Even if she does come back." Honestly, Hayate might've overreacted if Kotetsu hugged him. He was never one for physical closeness, with anyone. Except maybe Anko-- and you see where this is going.
It was hard to make someone feel better when they didn't cooperate with you. Hayate wasn't someone you easily cheered up though, so Kotetsu settled for bumping his foot against the other once more. "It'll work out." He said confidently. "In the meantime, you've got other friends." He offered what he hoped would be a reassuring grin, although he knew he could never replace those two. He didn't want to try either, but it was nice to know that you hadn't been completely abandoned, he would imagine.