[ thread ] where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds ?
Who: Yosuke Hanamura and Shijima.
Where: Shijima's residence.
When: After this post; so before Shimazu's.
Summary: Returning a favor.
Rating: PG-13.
Other: Shijima's hardcore, yo.
Well, that Network post had been more than a little troubling. Shijima just didn't sound like herself. He let the sounds of his shoes against pavement help him with his thinking. It just seemed like she was not quite how she should be. Sounded like and not like her. It really didn't seem right that she was talking about killing people. He would have liked to have thought that it was just some weird morbid joke, but he couldn't help but worry all the same.
Too much weird shit was going on for his liking. Weird phone calls. Dying was up there, too. His head continued to whirl about which helped him to forget just how far he had actually ran -- the strain of it on his chest and legs. Maybe, maybe, he was just being overly worried about what he read. Yosuke did have the tendency to think the worst of things when there might not be enough proof to back up his concerns. Nice that he was aware of his flaws, but didn't help him in fixing them too much when he got really riled up. He barely was able to explain what he was doing when he ran into Shijima's seemingly landlord -- some old lady that owned the shop below. It ended up coming out that he just wanted to see her and left it as that rather than explain everything else. Let's not appear like a crazy person so soon in a conversation with another person.
"Shijima! Shijima!" His fist hitting the door went in time with his calls to her.
Where: Shijima's residence.
When: After this post; so before Shimazu's.
Summary: Returning a favor.
Rating: PG-13.
Other: Shijima's hardcore, yo.
Well, that Network post had been more than a little troubling. Shijima just didn't sound like herself. He let the sounds of his shoes against pavement help him with his thinking. It just seemed like she was not quite how she should be. Sounded like and not like her. It really didn't seem right that she was talking about killing people. He would have liked to have thought that it was just some weird morbid joke, but he couldn't help but worry all the same.
Too much weird shit was going on for his liking. Weird phone calls. Dying was up there, too. His head continued to whirl about which helped him to forget just how far he had actually ran -- the strain of it on his chest and legs. Maybe, maybe, he was just being overly worried about what he read. Yosuke did have the tendency to think the worst of things when there might not be enough proof to back up his concerns. Nice that he was aware of his flaws, but didn't help him in fixing them too much when he got really riled up. He barely was able to explain what he was doing when he ran into Shijima's seemingly landlord -- some old lady that owned the shop below. It ended up coming out that he just wanted to see her and left it as that rather than explain everything else. Let's not appear like a crazy person so soon in a conversation with another person.
"Shijima! Shijima!" His fist hitting the door went in time with his calls to her.