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badfic_manor2011-04-30 02:28 am
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10th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [video/inperson]
[After hearing from Megamind about his room the teen GUNS IT to see for himself. Low and behold his room is a blackened husk of it's former self. He runs in, looking around at it desperately. There was hardly anything recognizable left of the bed... his dresser was reduced to nothing but charcoal.
He stands there for a moment, face pale and his jaw hung open. He snaps out of his trance and rushes to the only thing still standing in his room. A bookshelf. He feverishly begins rummaging through it starting at the bottom, obviously looking for something. As he does so his black berry tumbles out of his pocket and switches on to video.
Hayato continues undeterred gradually working his way up to the higher shelves. Once he can no longer reach, he steps on one of the lower shelves to hoist himself up. Just as he seems to have something in his grasp, the shelves give out, causing him to tumble onto the floor, landing on his back. He sits up, holding what appears to be the charred remains of a little wooden toy are in his soot-blackened hands. He swallows hard, and it seems that his eyes begin to water... just a little.
He just sits there looking at it. The only thing he had left to remember his mother by...]
He stands there for a moment, face pale and his jaw hung open. He snaps out of his trance and rushes to the only thing still standing in his room. A bookshelf. He feverishly begins rummaging through it starting at the bottom, obviously looking for something. As he does so his black berry tumbles out of his pocket and switches on to video.
Hayato continues undeterred gradually working his way up to the higher shelves. Once he can no longer reach, he steps on one of the lower shelves to hoist himself up. Just as he seems to have something in his grasp, the shelves give out, causing him to tumble onto the floor, landing on his back. He sits up, holding what appears to be the charred remains of a little wooden toy are in his soot-blackened hands. He swallows hard, and it seems that his eyes begin to water... just a little.
He just sits there looking at it. The only thing he had left to remember his mother by...]
Re: In Person
So? Ain't my first time dealin' with one.
[He shrugs. Maybe it was dumb luck but he made it out of all his encounters alive... albeit sometimes barely]
In Person
You realize that... [What you've said is the equivalent of I've already gotten burned once, so I'm going to continue playing with fire?!] ...Never mind.
[He has absolutely no inclination whatsoever of starting this argument with Gokudera today precisely because it would only fall on deaf ears; Light does not fight losing battles. Besides, it isn't his problem that Gokudera apparently has no survival instinct. What did it matter to him if Gokudera lives or dies anyway? For that matter what it matter if Gokudera did die? He'd only come straight back to life, thanks to the stupid girl running this place.]
Let's hope it's not your last then. [Light shrugs indifferently.] What will you do about clothes?
Re: In Person
[The teen casts a worried glance around his room... nothing even remotely flammable had made it... there were some warped chunks of metal here and there... but not anything along the lines of clothes. He bites his lip, well it wouldn't be the first time he had been stuck in a similar predicament...]
I... I could wash them in the tub after I take a shower or somethin...