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EXTREME Socialisation. [Tomi/Takahiro.]
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Post by Nakamura Tomomi on Jan 19, 2016 23:40:27 GMT
Tomomi looked up to the boy, his eyes red from the tears flowing. Tomomi throws his arms around Takahiro as he starts to cry uncontrollably into the younger boy's chest. "I ran away because my parents found out I was dating a boy instead of..." Holy crap he's doing this. "..instead of the girl I was forced to court and marry. My father hasn't said a word...to anyone...since he found out. He hit me, Takahiro...He hit me in the face. My mother said this was something that goes away, 'for all unnatural things leave in time.''' He looked up at Takahiro, "Taka-kun, nothing about you is unnatural. Your light is so much stronger than anyone I ever met. I didn't mean what I said, Takahiro. I just thought...that's what most guys think...In Kyoto at least."
Tomomi tries to gain some composure. "There was another who made me realize who I am...He stopped those guys from beating me with a bat. But he was sent away when everyone found out. I put shame on my family. I thought everywhere was going to be the same. Please...forgive my foolishness. I would never mean to hurt you, Taka-kun. Not in a million years." He didn't realize how close he was to Takahiro's face. The panic and overwhelming emotions stopped Tomomi from moving.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 19, 2016 23:47:45 GMT
“'Unnatural'?” Takahiro's eyes narrow. His body seems to almost shake with anger, as green energy lights up around his hand. How could any father hit their son for something like that? Hell, for anything period? Takahiro's father had never raised a hand to him, and he turned out okay. So did Scout! ...Mostly. The energy dissipates as he takes a deep breath. His own emotions are stopping him from moving as well. Well, other than his lips. Yeah. It's pretty hard to shut an Evans up when they decide they want to talk. “Sent away? I...hnh,” Petermon's attention was drawn as well. He was still on standby. He's never seen his Tamer with such...wildly conflicting emotions before. It can't end well. “It's okay. Just relax. No-one's going to, uh. Nobody's going to hurt you. You didn't shame your family, they dishonoured you by acting as they did,” Breeeeeathe. You don't want to have to use your inhaler infront of Tomi-Sama. “Just, um. Don't worry. Yeah.”
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Post by Nakamura Tomomi on Jan 20, 2016 0:01:05 GMT
Tomomi saw Takahiro's hand light up, but was so overwhelmed by the situation he forgot to say anything. He could only look at Takahiro's eyes. and how Takahiro was struggling to breath. Takahiro's words were calming Tomomi, but he gave off a worried look as his friend looked as if he was in pain. Something's wrong. "Taka-kun...are you okay? You have a weird look on your face." Tomomi placed the back of one hand on Takahiro's face, checking his temperature. He's warm, but not feverish. Why does he look like he can't breathe?
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 0:07:17 GMT
“I'm...I'm fine,” he nods. He doesn't mention the hand on his face, “Just...angry with your...I'm not happy with your family is all,” Takahiro shakes his head, “You're staying at my house tomorrow night,” It's...not a question. That's that, apparently.
“I don't want you, um. Getting teen-angst over this again, so, so you should hang out with me. Um. Hang out with me and Scout, and see that it can be normal, yeah? Yeah?” Staaaaaaare.
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Post by Nakamura Tomomi on Jan 20, 2016 0:24:24 GMT
Orders from Takahiro? Every conversation these two have always has a little surprise from Takahiro. Tomomi just gives a warm smile from his eyes, "As you wish, Little Hawk." That's for Dork-sama! Tomomi thought playfully.
Tomomi shifts his eyes away for a second, "Now that the secrets out...I think we'll be okay." He looks back into Takahiro's eyes, "Aren't you glad I'm not a mass murderer?" He smiles widely. He tries to play everything off cool. He just laid down the burden of his life on Takahiro, and not only did Takahiro take it, but made him feel like he belonged where he was...sitting on the floor...in public...face to face with the boy who hopefully shared as many emotions as he did. "We're really close to one another...are you okay with this Taka-kun?" The boy just kept staring at Takahiro, turning his hand so that Takahiro's cheek was in his palm.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 0:31:15 GMT
Takahiro blushes at the contact. How, uh. Strange. He shrugs a little, “I didn't think you'd be a mass murderer. Um,” They are close... “H-how about, um. Did you, Petermon?” Nice. “No, I pretty much assumed this was it. Only humans could make such a big deal over something so trivial.”
Lovely.
“I'm okay with it, yes. I j-just told you about, um. I just said about me and Scout. Even if we weren't, who cares? My parents are, um. Hippies. They believe in love freely given to all,” It's true, they're awful. They like everyone. “Don't feel like you have to hide it. Your f-family...ugh. They're not your family. They're l-lost that right,” He shakes his head, “your, um. Progenitors aren't here,”
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Post by Nakamura Tomomi on Jan 20, 2016 0:42:42 GMT
There's that word again. Love. If Petermon said it, that would be a 4/4 vote. What could Tomomi think after hearing that delicate word from Takahiro's lips?
Tomomi takes a deep breath, looks at Takahiro for one more glance and leans in....To Takahiro's ear. "I can't hide how I feel about you Takahiro. But you already know how I feel, don't you?" He pulls back slightly and plants an innocent peck of a kiss on Takahiro's cheek. There you go, Tomomi. Embrace who you are. Embrace...Takahiro's Light.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 0:54:37 GMT
“You like me. A lot,” He nods, cheeks burning further as he's kissed, “And I think I like you, um. Like you too. I'm just...not used to dealing with feelings. Maybe we can talk more about it later?” He offers. He really does seem like he wants a few hours to sort his head out. And it's certainly not a 'no'. That's good, Tomomi! Take heart!
He returns the peck on the cheek in kind, although he isn't really...all that sure about it. He needs time to think. Definitely.
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Post by Nakamura Tomomi on Jan 20, 2016 1:52:43 GMT
Tomomi can hear the hesitation in Takahiro's voice, as well as his swiftness to pull back. Tomomi can understand though. It's only been two days! Tomomi says with a the slightest bit of nervousness, "I understand, Taka-kun. Take your time. You allowed yourself to be patient with me, I'm more than happy to return the favor." Tomomi stands up, helps Takahiro up and starts to walk towards his brother's building. He says lightly, but loud enough for Takahiro to hear, "I know I'm a little broken...just accepting me is more than I could ask for. Thank you." He says with a smile on his face.
"Remember not to be late! Ichirou tends to be grumpy when I make last minute plans for him. I hope Scout feels up to coming, too. I still owe him an apology." Tomomi turns to look at Takahiro, and waves lightly. "I don't know my brother's address, but when I do, I'll text it to you!" he says behind his bright smile. At this moment, he starts to accept himself.
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Post by Takahiro Evans on Jan 20, 2016 2:03:27 GMT
“Oh, a-are you leaving? Okay,” He nods, and gives the boy a hug, “Y-yeah, text me! Um, text me, and I'll be there. I'll try to get my brother's, um. My brother's butt moving, too. He's just...depressed,” Takahiro rubs the back of his neck. It's pretty much the truth, but he's sure as hell not letting anyone else know about the SkullGreymon thing. Scout might never forgive him!
He looks over at Petermon and nods, “Come on, uh. Come on, Petermon. We should go make sure Scout's okay,” He does need some time to think. Whether it's a few minutes, a few hours, or even days. He isn't sure how long it'll take, but he knows that making rushed decisions is...foolish. It gets Scout into trouble all the time, and he's not...well. He's not going to do that.
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Post by Nakamura Tomomi on Jan 20, 2016 2:28:49 GMT
"Until later, then. Bye Taka-kun." Tomomi says with a bright smile. He hugged me. There's a chance,Tomomi thought to himself as he started to walk to his brother's place. He wouldn't call it home. Home felt like...Like Takahiro's. He turned his head to look at the boy one more time. He didn't want to be apart, but it was what Takahiro needed. He looked down and saw Demimeramon looking at him with a big grin. "What are you smiling about, Kami?" The boy was perplexed.
Demimeramon floated up to his side, "I'm just glad you told him how you felt. And...I'm sorry I didn't let you do it."
Tomomi laughed lightly, "If you waited on me, you'd be at Mega level by then. Thanks, Kami. I mean it." Something just occured to Tomomi. They were in public, and Demimeramon couldn't pass for a cosplayer! "Kami, quick! In the bag!"
"What, again?"
"IN THE BAG!" Demimeramon was stuffed in the backpack in the sketchiest way possible.
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