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route_10652013-01-25 06:47 pm
polterpigeon) wrote in route_10652013-01-25 06:47 pm
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Who: Nageki and Hiyoko
Where: Cherrygrove, an inn.
When: Tonight, fairly late.
Summary: Nageki and Hiyoko finally talk, now that Hiyoko isn't distracted by brutalizing bird mons.
Rating: PG-13 for probable discussions of death and body horror from both of them. Blanket spoiler warning for Hatoful Boyfriend!
Log:
It had taken him longer than was really sensible to talk Hiyoko out of finding a nice cave to bed down in. Now that he could feel cold again, he could also remember how very much he disliked it, and he'd put his foot down in his own quietly stubborn way until she'd relented and agreed to split a room at the inn.
Of course that came with the problem of beds. It had been hard enough for him to really get used to sleeping bags, after all. He'd tried perching on the footboard of his twin bed but then of course his stupid new human feet couldn't grip and he'd nearly fallen facefirst onto the floor and broken something before Hiyoko caught him. She'd insisted on tucking him in (he was fairly sure the blankets were tight enough to cut off his breathing) and so here he was, trying to sleep and finding himself unable to even with the hand towel she'd put across his eyes.
"Miss Tousaka," he whispered. And then a little louder. "Miss Tousaka, are you asleep yet?"
Where: Cherrygrove, an inn.
When: Tonight, fairly late.
Summary: Nageki and Hiyoko finally talk, now that Hiyoko isn't distracted by brutalizing bird mons.
Rating: PG-13 for probable discussions of death and body horror from both of them. Blanket spoiler warning for Hatoful Boyfriend!
Log:
It had taken him longer than was really sensible to talk Hiyoko out of finding a nice cave to bed down in. Now that he could feel cold again, he could also remember how very much he disliked it, and he'd put his foot down in his own quietly stubborn way until she'd relented and agreed to split a room at the inn.
Of course that came with the problem of beds. It had been hard enough for him to really get used to sleeping bags, after all. He'd tried perching on the footboard of his twin bed but then of course his stupid new human feet couldn't grip and he'd nearly fallen facefirst onto the floor and broken something before Hiyoko caught him. She'd insisted on tucking him in (he was fairly sure the blankets were tight enough to cut off his breathing) and so here he was, trying to sleep and finding himself unable to even with the hand towel she'd put across his eyes.
"Miss Tousaka," he whispered. And then a little louder. "Miss Tousaka, are you asleep yet?"