Yusuke "shibari is an art form" Kitagawa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrefactions) wrote2017-08-26 12:53 pm
fabrefactions) wrote2017-08-26 12:53 pm
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seriously?
[wait, the profile picture is different. but the names are close enough that this could have... legitimately? been his fault?
but how, since the other half of the message went to the right person]
... actually, nevermind, sorry. that was supposed to go to YOSUKE.
[wait, the profile picture is different. but the names are close enough that this could have... legitimately? been his fault?
but how, since the other half of the message went to the right person]
... actually, nevermind, sorry. that was supposed to go to YOSUKE.
Hanamura?
It's no trouble. You're not the first one to make that error.
It's no trouble. You're not the first one to make that error.
Is inviting complete strangers out something you do frequently?
yep. it's weird, because the first half of the message actually did go to him?
anyway, that's not the best impression of me. i'm not a "defaults to punching" kind of guy.
anyway, that's not the best impression of me. i'm not a "defaults to punching" kind of guy.
True. I mean...knowing how it used to be is kinda depressing. Everything's just a little more..lifeless?
Mm. I've been told that cameras still show blues and greens, so we couldn't take a picture of this to keep that memory. Art would have to be the way.
[But oh. As the sun creeps further downward, the sky becomes a gradient of sorts: first gray, then yellow, gold, orange, with pink, purple, and red clouds dotting the sky. If one were to purely look at the sunset, it'd be like the sky hadn't changed at all.
Then there's the sea itself. Haru can tell it's starting when the ocean itself starts to turn from gray to a pinkish gold color, and specks of yellow start to reflect against the surface of the water. In response, Haru stops licking her ice cream to pay attention, and lifts her free hand to hold Yusuke's upper arm.]
Look, it's starting!
[But oh. As the sun creeps further downward, the sky becomes a gradient of sorts: first gray, then yellow, gold, orange, with pink, purple, and red clouds dotting the sky. If one were to purely look at the sunset, it'd be like the sky hadn't changed at all.
Then there's the sea itself. Haru can tell it's starting when the ocean itself starts to turn from gray to a pinkish gold color, and specks of yellow start to reflect against the surface of the water. In response, Haru stops licking her ice cream to pay attention, and lifts her free hand to hold Yusuke's upper arm.]
Look, it's starting!
They would be.
[and Yusuke is a proud crab-papa.]
But I fear what the general reaction would be like to them. Consider people's reaction to lobsters - they are considered a luxurious food source and coveted for their flesh. Crabs are already so when they are small, I dread to think what people would wish to do to them if they were the size of a common house cat.
All appreciation of their functional and unique design would be gone in favour of eating them.
[and Yusuke is a proud crab-papa.]
But I fear what the general reaction would be like to them. Consider people's reaction to lobsters - they are considered a luxurious food source and coveted for their flesh. Crabs are already so when they are small, I dread to think what people would wish to do to them if they were the size of a common house cat.
All appreciation of their functional and unique design would be gone in favour of eating them.
I...?
[What is going on? How did his life spiral like this so suddenly?]
... I'm not sure how much of an opinion I would have, honestly?
[What is going on? How did his life spiral like this so suddenly?]
... I'm not sure how much of an opinion I would have, honestly?
[Ah.]
That isn't an isolated incident. I've had a number of messages recently that have been incomplete or meant for someone else.
I'm sure there must be a reason for the punching that makes sense to you and Yosuke.
[He's not going to judge if you want to go on a punching spree. But please don't punch him in the process...]
That isn't an isolated incident. I've had a number of messages recently that have been incomplete or meant for someone else.
I'm sure there must be a reason for the punching that makes sense to you and Yosuke.
[He's not going to judge if you want to go on a punching spree. But please don't punch him in the process...]
[That's a very... on point way of describing it.]
... Yes. Everything feels just a little less bright. I hope we can change that soon.
... Yes. Everything feels just a little less bright. I hope we can change that soon.
Really? [There's something comforting in that. Even when the world itself has erased it, the true shade of the ocean finds a way to simply be.
He watches the slow sinking of the sun against its new silvery-grey horizon - aware of Haru's hand on his arm, and the weight of his ice cream cone in his hand. Nature, and the beauty only it can hold, continues to astound even when working against limitations. The silver shade of the ocean almost absorbs the colours, dying it in sunset hues that stretch and glow as far as the eye can see.
Yes, nature manages to be beautiful in so many ways. He'd feared he might not be as entranced by it, now it is different but...]
I'm glad that it is still a captivating sight.
He watches the slow sinking of the sun against its new silvery-grey horizon - aware of Haru's hand on his arm, and the weight of his ice cream cone in his hand. Nature, and the beauty only it can hold, continues to astound even when working against limitations. The silver shade of the ocean almost absorbs the colours, dying it in sunset hues that stretch and glow as far as the eye can see.
Yes, nature manages to be beautiful in so many ways. He'd feared he might not be as entranced by it, now it is different but...]
I'm glad that it is still a captivating sight.
[DON'T?? TELL HIM THAT???]
...
If you tried to eat them they probably would be. Especially with the larger pincers.
...
If you tried to eat them they probably would be. Especially with the larger pincers.
Me too. I don't know how everything's coming back,
but it's happening, so I know it must be possible.
I miss having my eye color...
but it's happening, so I know it must be possible.
I miss having my eye color...
Hm. My eye colour is naturally grey, so I cannot say I have felt the same personal loss. But for the sake of everyone with blue eyes who have lost their natural shade, I hope we get blue back soon.
[IS THIS A PATTERN EMERGING? Yusuke cannot treasure anything, it will end up consumed.]
Yes, yes. I have eaten today.
[It was like. Half an apple but what Akira doesn't know won't hurt him.]
Yes, yes. I have eaten today.
[It was like. Half an apple but what Akira doesn't know won't hurt him.]
[...
... ...
... ... ... ... well. It would be a new experience? And viewing something slightly creepy might add some depth and different layers to his art. Perhaps he could work on deeper pieces this way?]
I suppose?
... ...
... ... ... ... well. It would be a new experience? And viewing something slightly creepy might add some depth and different layers to his art. Perhaps he could work on deeper pieces this way?]
I suppose?
...Right. I forgot about that. You're a lucky guy.
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