badfic_manor | 14th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [in person]

[Hayato is skulking around irritably, hands in his pockets. Currently he is walking through the dealers room. Not for any reason particularly... he's just pissed off and hopes the shiny objects with distract the army of idiots from touching him and poking him and taking pictures of him, and if he has to beat the shit of ONE MORE PERSON DRESSED LIKE... oh for fucks sake, there's one now.]

OI! Shit head where the fuck do you idiots get off dressin' like me?!

[He grabs the impersonator by the shoulder and whips him around, then grabbing him by the collar of the shirt. But as usual with this place, the dumb shit only laughs and says:

"Oh wow you're so in character! You look just like him too!"

He swore if he heard that ON MORE TIME-

"Hey Hayato! Where's you're sister! She's hot!"

He twitches irritably and turns to his imposter's friend glaring DAGGERS at her.]

Go fuck yourself.

[And he lets go of his imposter's collar with one hand so that he could flip off his friend. She just giggles and says, "Omigod! He really is in character!"

... That was it. Bitch was gunna die. He roughly shoves his imposter away, and starts to storm up to the chick rolling up his sleeves, when there's a giggle and she points behind him.

"Look she's behind you~"

Hayato could feel his heart stop, nononono not his sister, please be ANYONE but his sister! He whips around and is suddenly face-to-face with a poster of his smoking hot sister. He goes pale, and his stomach churns. It may have just been a poster but the shock of seeing the poster was enough to trigger the good old psychological trauma response he got from looking at her face. His eyes roll back and he just topples over onto the ground clutching his stomach. The cosplayers laugh and take a few pictures then go about their merry way, disregarding the fact that Hayato still hasn't gotten off the ground]

Threaded | Flat

[Zarbon is walking by and notices a familiar form on the floor.

...and just keeps right on walking.]

[ Misa was actually not very far from where Hayato was. She was talking to fans who were asking where she got her blouse. She was about to respond, but then heard Hayato's voice.

She turned in time to see him faint and people gathering around to take pictures. ]

Dera-chan!

[ She ran to where he was and began poking on his shoulder. ]

Dera-chan isn't dead, right?

[Uh. Okay. Ryuutaro stares for a small moment. Hayato apparently had no exaggerated when he told him about what the image of that girl did to him. Knowing that it was psychological stopped the fortune-teller from worrying overly much as he walks over, kneeling down on the ground next to the older boy.
Hesitantly he puts his hand on Hayato's shoulder]

It's alright, she's not here. And I don't picture the ground ot be very comfortable.

[He's smiling (who would've guessed) and speaking in that quiet, friendly voice you use when you want to wake up someone, but not forcefully so. He's even overdoing it a bit]

In Person--shortest tag ever? Maybe? :P

In Person

[In Person]