I Don't Know Who You Think I Am [CLOSED]
Characters: Shinji Hirako and Marluxia Endleofan
Content: It's time for a hair showdown. I mean, a mission meeting.
Time: Sometime in the afternoon
Setting: Lounge of the 4423
Warnings: Table dancing, profuse swearing, and property damage. ... I'm kidding.
Memory.
It was a fickle thing that could be recalled but not so easily repressed, and sometimes certain people were not blessed with even halfway decent short- or long-term memory. Shinji Hirako was such a person. Not only had he completely forgotten Marluxia's name, only vaguely recalling someone with a name related to "mooshy", but he'd also erased the man's existence from his mind. Of course, this hadn't been done intentionally. But sometimes there were people Shinji erased from his memory unconsciously and never really remembered until the name popped up again. The memory was there in the dark recesses of his mind, but the face wasn't clicking.
Which was because they still hadn't met yet.
Following the network post, the blond cruised the hallways, hollering orders at few crew members who seemed entirely lost where they stood. Upon reaching the lounge, he found himself completely alone in the room, and took it upon himself to throw his lanky self into one of the armchairs so that he could drape himself sideways across it, not quite feeling the need to look professional for when Marluxia finally made his appearance.
He threw a glance over at the door, and waited. Maybe patiently wasn't the word, but he did so without complaint.
Content: It's time for a hair showdown. I mean, a mission meeting.
Time: Sometime in the afternoon
Setting: Lounge of the 4423
Warnings: Table dancing, profuse swearing, and property damage. ... I'm kidding.
Memory.
It was a fickle thing that could be recalled but not so easily repressed, and sometimes certain people were not blessed with even halfway decent short- or long-term memory. Shinji Hirako was such a person. Not only had he completely forgotten Marluxia's name, only vaguely recalling someone with a name related to "mooshy", but he'd also erased the man's existence from his mind. Of course, this hadn't been done intentionally. But sometimes there were people Shinji erased from his memory unconsciously and never really remembered until the name popped up again. The memory was there in the dark recesses of his mind, but the face wasn't clicking.
Which was because they still hadn't met yet.
Following the network post, the blond cruised the hallways, hollering orders at few crew members who seemed entirely lost where they stood. Upon reaching the lounge, he found himself completely alone in the room, and took it upon himself to throw his lanky self into one of the armchairs so that he could drape himself sideways across it, not quite feeling the need to look professional for when Marluxia finally made his appearance.
He threw a glance over at the door, and waited. Maybe patiently wasn't the word, but he did so without complaint.