RP Log - IC Matsuda (and the ghost of the dead drug dealer upstairs)

[torturedtouta]

Touta stubbed out his cigarette, making sure his room was very, very cold. If it was cold in the room, he wouldn't blush. And if he wouldn't blush, he wouldn't be cute. And if he wouldn't be cute, there would be no... issues, with Matsuda, regardless of what he wanted to say

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[shypuppymatsu]

Matsuda got off the chair quickly while walking up the stairs. He stopped at the doorframe he was a bit excited and but lost at first this was gonna be awkward but quick. He walked over towards where Touta sat. He shifted his weight slightly as he watched the other.

[torturedtouta]

Touta scowled at the computer. Sensing Matsuda, he glanced up.

"Matsuda!!" he exclaimed. "Come here! You have to see this! Ugh, this is ridiculous!! Some people...!!" He gestured at the computer screen, livid. "This... this troll is suggesting that Evanescence is merely a bunch of people who can't deal with life and would rather whine about it than improve their lives! Can you believe it?!" Infuriated, Touta typed out an impassioned reply.

[shypuppymatsu]

Matsuda smiled slightly he only heard slightly of their music and thought it to be pretty interesting. He looked at the reply. "Well.. I did hear some of their music, her voice is really pretty. I actually enjoy listening to one of the newer songs.. I believe it's called Good Enough." He shrugged as he read the comment on the screen.

[torturedtouta]

Still aggravated but somehow oddly calmed by Matsuda's presence, Touta finished his enflamed reply and sent it, feeling much better after he had done so.

"There. Now, what was it that you wanted to talk about that you didn't want to bring up online?" he asked, looking up at him, smiling a bit. "Surely not Evanescence..."