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badfic_manor2011-08-15 09:34 pm
andsuddenlydynamite) wrote in badfic_manor2011-08-15 09:34 pm
22nd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video] [backdated to morning]
[After a REALLY shitty past couple of weeks, and his usual method of venting (beating people up) didn't really fly well during prison week, Hayato had taken a surrogate: his bedroom.]
[The feed came on with a crash as the blackberry is dropped to the floor. There's the sound of something crashing against the walls. For a brief moment Hayato ckmes on screen, bedside table in his hands mid-throw, and not even a moment after he disappears from off screen there's the sound of breaking wood as he throws it at the wall.
After a few more minutes of pounding and crashing noises, part of the teen can be seen again, only this time he is holding his work table, and with surprisingly good form he pegs that sucker right out his window. Unfortunately for him, it sets off that wonderful little bomb trap he had set on his window. Both Hayato and the blackberry are blown back against the wall, but the damage is minimal. He has replaced the charge to something weaker to prevent his room from getting blown into oblivion AGAIN.
Hayato simply sits there for a moment, breathing heavily and just looking at the damage. Oddly enough it felt good... and nothing was on fire. Window looked to have seen better days though. The teen lets out a content sigh and just flops onto his side, all is well and good until he spots the blackberry... and that it's on. He pushes himself up again and growls, grabbing the device and giving it a half-assed throw across the room.
NOW all was well and good....
other than... you know... his room being a wreck.]
[The feed came on with a crash as the blackberry is dropped to the floor. There's the sound of something crashing against the walls. For a brief moment Hayato ckmes on screen, bedside table in his hands mid-throw, and not even a moment after he disappears from off screen there's the sound of breaking wood as he throws it at the wall.
After a few more minutes of pounding and crashing noises, part of the teen can be seen again, only this time he is holding his work table, and with surprisingly good form he pegs that sucker right out his window. Unfortunately for him, it sets off that wonderful little bomb trap he had set on his window. Both Hayato and the blackberry are blown back against the wall, but the damage is minimal. He has replaced the charge to something weaker to prevent his room from getting blown into oblivion AGAIN.
Hayato simply sits there for a moment, breathing heavily and just looking at the damage. Oddly enough it felt good... and nothing was on fire. Window looked to have seen better days though. The teen lets out a content sigh and just flops onto his side, all is well and good until he spots the blackberry... and that it's on. He pushes himself up again and growls, grabbing the device and giving it a half-assed throw across the room.
NOW all was well and good....
other than... you know... his room being a wreck.]
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Now more seriously] the hell was it about?
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[.....]
Why the fuck am I telling YOU this shit!?
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[...didn't mean to put it so bluntly... but the message would have been the same...]
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[he sighs irritabley]
Why do you keep botherin' me anyway?
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something to do. And you keep beating yourself up about what happened - you could see it in your behaviour and how you spoke to me. Been there and done it - I know the signs. [again: WHY?!?!]
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That's none of your fucking business! I'm not even your god damn kid!
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I know you're not; not that you minded me when you were a kid.
And... It is my business. if you tell me honesty that it didn't bother you, you killing me, I'll drop the call. If you can't... then it's my business.
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[Hayato practically hisses at Dean. The last thing he needed was this wankstain poking around his personal life]
It did-... it did... [And for some reason he can't form the "n't" at the end. Realizing he was about to blurt exactly just how much it HAD bothered him, HE quickly end the call- before blurting it out to the vacancy of his room]
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[Not that he knows who's at the door... or cares for that matter.]
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