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Post by Kenji Murano on Jul 19, 2020 18:05:00 GMT -4
you wanna play? let's run away THE LAST WEEK BEFORE SUMMER BREAK HAD SUCKED— and 85% of the reason it had sucked so fantastically was having to see Burabura’s stupid face every day. In the mind of Kenji Murano, Burabura was kind-of… popular. To put it lightly. Whether or not this based entirely in fact was subject to debate, but—everyone in 1-A seemed to love him, at the very least. He was like the capybaras at the zoo that every other animal just seemed to immediately climb all over.
God, Kenji hated that.
No amount of Kenji-antics could seem to diminish that. It just, like, exasperated everyone else. Misako was at-least patient with him, asking him not to disrupt the class. Rei sometimes laughed but sometimes looked right past him.
What Kenji hated worse than Burabura’s apparent popularity was the fact that it seemed to extend beyond 1-A. He didn’t have any tangible evidence of said popularity except for one thing—Burabura was trying to ask Beaumont out on a date last weekend to make-up for something and it wasn’t fair!! He was already friends with everyone else in 1-A, why did he have to take Beaumont too, huh?! Kenji just… couldn’t have nice things!!
So… Kenji asked Mosa for permission to hangout on campus a few extra days, since it was the beginning of Summer Break and all… some of his friends would be leaving campus and he wanted to hang-out with them before they left, you know? Mosa was amenable to it—Kenji could come home whenever, if he wanted to come home at all. No worries. So Kenji was free to enact his mission.
Operation: Hangout with Beaumont!
Not a date like Burabura had been so eager to propose—just a hangout between friends. A get-to-know-you type thing. Maybe they could like… play video games downstairs, or something? Monty had said he’d never played video games.
Kenji was laying on his stomach, on the floor of his dorm room. Before him, his phone was propped-up against a small stack of books. A video played across the screen, and the phone was connected to a cable that was plugged-in to an outlet beneath his bed. Periodically, the teen would undulate his legs from the knee-down, then fall still. Kenji’s head and torso were propped-up on pillows.
Beaumont had been gone all day and U.A. chat was dead. And DM’ing or texting Beaumont just felt… kind-of pathetic? Like, “Oh, hi, I have no one else to spend time with right now cuz I’m so laaaaame, want to spend time with my lame-butt?” No way. Not cool at all.
So instead, Kenji watched uTube videos and waited, patiently, for something that might never happen. Uuuggghhh he was so bored. Every time footsteps would walk down their hall, Kenji would perk-up and wait for them to pass his door, but to no avail. They were other neighbors. More uTube videos it was, then.
Finally, after for-fucking-ever footsteps strode purposefully past Kenji’s door and he heard the door next-door unlock, open, then close. The teen paused his video and exited-out of his app, hoisting himself up off of the floor. God, he hoped Monty wasn’t busy—maybe he was, that dude studied all the time—but… it was worth a shot! Kenji pocketed his phone, then padded to the full-length mirror that hung over the door to his wardrobe, surveying his reflection. Why? Checking for food-stains, or something. Kenji adjusted his knit-cap, grabbed for his hoodie and pulled it on. T-shirt, cargo shorts, Inverse high-tops. The pinnacle of cool. And not a stain in-sight. Alright! Operation… was a go!
The redhead bounded towards the door, pulling it open to peek outside. Coast was clear. He closed his door, and walked the few short strides to Monty’s door, steeling himself.
The teen inhaled deeply, shaking the nerves out of his hands. Just ask, the worst he could do is say no.
Kenji drew a fist to the door and wrapped it lightly with his knuckles.
“Monty! You in?” the diminutive friction-manipulator called, “It’s Kenji!”
Of course it was Kenji.
“If you aren’t too busy, I was thinking I could introduce you to some video games,” the boy insisted to the closed door, too jittery to wait, “They’ve got some classics downstairs.”
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 20, 2020 10:53:39 GMT -4
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Mother and father...they hadn't been updated about how he and Colt had a falling out of sorts to the point where the two were like acquainted strangers. Moving out of the room and becoming cold as ice around someone who he was once so comfortable around...yet now he's so much warmer to the world around him. The farther away from Colt, the better. Beaumont had to get some help getting his new yukata on, it wasn't anything fancy, but it was still a nice gesture from his parents all the same. Go out and have fun with Colt, they said...and he had to dismiss it with a Oh, haha...maybe, he's very busy these days.. It still stung a bit at times, but he had to enjoy the second chance at life he was given.
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...too bad Kenji normally wasn't around and about on the weekends, though...
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Those icy blue orbs rest upon his neighbor's door as he walked by, a soft sigh escaped him as he felt his gaze fall to his feet that didn't miss a beat. It was probably all in his head that the chaotic boy was scrambling about in his room or something. After all, he'd recently moved in and last weekend was eerily silent and devoid of life...it appeared to be the norm since he would spend time with his father. That was a good thing, wasn't it? At least the boy had one nice thing in his life to lean back on, especially since it seemed like the universe was out to get his fellow teen at school.
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Part of him wanted to believe that he'd made a new friend...but with the way he was messed with, it was hard to tell if he was just a piece of filler entertainment so Kenji wouldn't get bored. Then again, there were the times they'd hang out and it seemed at though he cared or something to that extent...that the blonde prince wasn't free entertainment as a means of banishing boredom. Plus...he seemed to get so upset with Burabura, someone who aided in saving his life to prevent him from drowning, someone who became his friend. Why, though...it seemed like there was more to it than height jokes striking the wrong nerve...
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Kenji...a boy who was constantly riding along on some crazy roller coaster of emotions and finding ways of getting in trouble, one of the greatest mysteries sometimes was trying to figure out what was going on in his head, but not really. It was like he wore every emotion on his sleeve and did a horrible job of trying to lie. A boy who was better at keeping quiet rather than painting up a lie to try convincing the world that everything was fine. Beaumont's opposite, as some may say to some extent. They weren't very different though, they both lived life to the fullest and stood for what they believed in.
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The princely blonde respected that and was more than happy to welcome him to the growing circle of friends he'd been making. Defending him as he would anyone else when and injustice was among them...yet not trying to coddle and cling as he did with Colt. The Dove that broke his heart with selfishness. Walking into his room and locking the door behind him, he figured that maybe he should try reaching out to someone who may want to hang out with him during the Hanabi Festival which was today. Furrowing his brows as he mulled it over, the pattern his parents picked out for him wasn't anything fancy...just a sky blue with some slate blue stripes here and there, beneath it was a black sleeveless turtleneck to conceal his chest and a metallic plate beneath the fabric, but it still looked nice enough all together?
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Even though, without a doubt, Kenji stressed him out a bit...he was still an enjoyable person to be around and had an amazing heart. Beaumont hoped he could be the positive shift he needed to find more ways to be happy that didn't involve potentially harming himself or others...to be the best friend he could possibly be. In a way, he couldn't tell if it was a bad thing...a repeat of mistakes to allow himself to find himself feeling so attached that in moments of silence such as these...he missed him. The princely boy who wanted to be a knight who could protect this budding kingdom missed the red headed jester, finding new ways to keep him on his toes and...possibly even tried to make them laugh together.
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Reaching toward the crown of thorns he'd made of his own metal...it held up just fine on its own, but would start falling apart as it was damaged. Closing his eyes as he placed it upon his head...he didn't want to interrupt his new friend's time with his father. Admittedly...he didn't want to be alone right now, so maybe he'd contact someone to join him? Partially reopening his eyes, he was about to grab his phone and do pick a friend who might be on campus and either bored enough or has the time to hang out with someone as dull as himself. Still, he was still trying to figure himself out here and there...it was a process, but hey, he was proud of who he was becoming!
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The knocking upon his door caused him to freeze for a moment before slowly turning his head, slowly blinking while squinting suspiciously at it as though no one visited him. It was rare...so why now? Especially without a call or text, then again, he hoped that people could see him as reliable enough to come by when they needed something. Walking toward the door, he was a little surprised when he heard the voice on the other side...calling to him... "..Kenji...?" Muttering his name beneath his breath, he froze in disbelief. Why would he be here...?
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It had to be in his head...right?
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While Nimue was gone, his mind played tricks on him...trying to fill the gaps as a means of coping...this could be the same thing. Wow...uh maybe he did need therapy? In retrospect, that didn't seem too healthy, hallucinations and all that...yikes. Okay it was time to see if he was losing his marbles again or if the real deal...very few people would try to call him out for video games...but he really should head to the festival. Upon opening the door, he let his gaze fall upon the fun sized fellow.
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Slowly, carefully, cautiously...he reached up to rest his fingertips upon the boy's face to tilt his head upward to get a better look at him if he succeeded, either way...hands smacked away or not, his tone would remain gentle, calm and serene as can be, "...Kenji, it's really you...um...I...I'm actually just about to head to the Hanabi Festival...perhaps would you like to join me?" Those words came with an elegant smile, a little sad, but still hopeful all the same that his friend wouldn't mind a slight change of pace in his gaming plans...
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Post by Kenji Murano on Jul 21, 2020 2:21:26 GMT -4
you wanna play? let's run away SILENCE STRETCHED AFTER KENJI UTTERED HIS GREETING to the door. Had he… misheard? Maybe he was thinking so wistfully that he'd imagined hearing Beaumont return. Kenji took a shuffled half-step back from the door, his hazel eyes scrutinizing the carpet. Maybe he should've texted Monty. God this was a dumb idea. The teen buried the toe of his shoe in the carpet. Better luck next time, Murano. Maybe you can do a pick-up game of Dario Kart with someone downstairs?
Kenji turned to leave, when he heard the door open. The redhead snapped to attention. Beaumont.
His mind went pleasantly blank. The blonde was dressed in a yukata, his bow crowned with thorns-- there was something ethereal about that outfit on a person like Beaumont. Even with the anachronistic turtleneck underneath. Kenji gaped, for once at a loss for words. Who knew tall guys could rock yukata so well? And the way the obi was cinched at his waist? Sloppy but… nice.
Okay, so the redhead was staring. Kenji's hiccup in coherent thought allowed Beaumont enough time to raise a hand to the redhead's chin and lightly lift it. Color rose to Kenji's cheeks and ears as Beaumont seemed to inspect him.
His heart stuttered, and Kenji mustered an apologetic grin. He'd always been nervous when other guys laid hands on him, but these nerves hit differently.
"You were expecting… a tanuki?" the redhead teased, at Monty's proclamation that it really was Kenji.
His smile faltered when Beaumont mentioned that he was heading out, to the Hanabi Festival, as a matter of fact. Oh… he had plans. The redhead started to itch his cheek. That's what he got for not texting Monty in the first place…
"...oh."
Only to be followed by an invitation to tag-along with him.
"OH!" the redhead exclaimed, clenching his fists with excitement, "You really mean it?! I. UH. That'd be really cool! Lemme grab my stuff!"
Overzealous much? No, not at all… Kenji jogged the short distance to his dorm, wrenching the door open before coming to an abrupt halt.
"...I'm not interrupting anything, am I? If I join? Like if you're going with other friends. I don't… want to interrupt that?"
Other friends like Bura. Ugh. Or really anyone he wasn't well-received by or presently at-odds with. Even if the teen had the wherewithal to check, Kenji was practically trembling with excitement as he spoke. He wanted to tag-along, wanted to spend time with Beaumont. But even Kenji wasn't that clueless.
With Beaumont's blessing, Kenji would slip back into his room, retrieving his wallet and keys from his desk. Let's see, what else… skateboard? No… WAIT. He had a Yukata too!
Kenji ran back to the door.
"I'M GONNA CHANGE, ONE SEC."
And the door was slammed shut. Through the door, Monty would hear some jostling, muffled swearing, and then a spell of silence. Shortly thereafter, the door should swing open again. Kenji had ditched the knit-cap, his flyaway ginger hair rumpled from the process of changing. His robe was black with big, white starburst patterns comprised of diamonds running from head-to-toe. Around his waist, a white obi. And in his hand, a drawstring bag that likely contained his phone and wallet. He, too, had added something to the outfit for additional modesty-- sun sleeves, covering both of his arms.
"Thanks for waiting," the redhead grinned, "I've been looking for an excuse to wear it."
Kenji pulled the door to his bedroom shut, locking it behind him. His face was still a little flushed, but he chalked it up to his frantic changing of clothes. Kenji deposited the keys into his drawstring bag, before hanging the bag around his wrist and turning to face Beaumont.
"So, Monty~" the imp trolled, "What are the plans? To the train station?"
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 25, 2020 3:26:35 GMT -4
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Why would anyone want to spend time with someone like him?
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Especially since he tried to make Kenji swear off those harmful daredevil stunts as a way of returning the favor of rescuing him from what the princely blonde felt was a wrongful ruling into detention. Resting his gaze upon him as he the fiery haired boy blushed within his grasp, the princely blonde pondered why he was so selfish...a piece of him he'd make an effort to discard. Why did he come back time and time again...? Why wasn't he pushing him away like Colt did? ...why the heck was he comparing someone like Kenji to Colt?! They were on completely different levels, especially since the one before him apparently accepted him as a whole rather than pieces to pick and choose from!
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Furrowing his brows at the mention of a tanuki, he wasn't sure what to think about that in the slightest. Not a single clue to be found laying around the depths of his mind. What was a tanuki? Should he know about this? Maybe he should Boogle it? Tilting his head as he slowly blinked while trying to figure him out, but was sure to head back to the task at hand...and offer the trickster of sorts to accompany him.
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Which...why did he seem so happy about it?
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...how was he not upset at him for making a seemingly unreasonable request?
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Off and on, good days and bad days, Beaumont had gone through the motions and today was a strange one since he was in isolation for a vast majority of this particular day. "Yes...of course..." Feeling him slip past the gentle grasp of his fingertips...he was gone. Why would someone like Kenji be so enthusiastic and happy about being in the company of someone as boring and bland as himself...? For a moment, he looked at his hands and wondered what he had to offer...what did all these people see that he couldn't?
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Whatever it was that his eyes fell blind to that all these colorful people could see...
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Colt couldn't see it either...
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They still had that much in common, maybe one day he'd change that. Hopefully sooner rather than not, Beaumont could take it upon himself to change that and look at the reflection residing within the mirror through the same lenses his friendly peers did. Turning his attention as he lowered his hands, that sad smile remained as the blonde failed to brighten it up as much as he'd like. "No, not at all...you're not interrupting a thing, Kenji..." ...at least his tone sounded pleasantly sincere.
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Wait, but the way Kenji said that almost made it seem like he'd been given some sort of reason to make him feel as though he might be a nuisance. Even if he had friends who reached out to spend time with him during the Hanabi Festival...why would he not offer the energetic red head to join him? Though he couldn't help but crack a slightly more sincere smile for a moment when he blurted out about how he'd need a second. What was wrong with his current outfit? Oh well, letting out a soft sigh and the ghost of a smile haunting his lips, he headed back inside to gather his own belongings.
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Was he really worth all this precious time Kenji couldn't get back?
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With someone as energetic as him, always in need of some sort of distraction, certainly he would grow tired of someone such as himself...so he might as well try to enjoy it while it lasted, right? Live in the moment or try...that was all he could do in the here and now. Phone, keys, wallet and right into a little bag, that should be all he needed. The tall lad slung the bag over his shoulder with a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh, bracing himself for the next few moments. Tonight was going to be fun, right? He'd be with Kenji, after all! So knowing him, it would at the very least be an evening full of non-stop entertainment!
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Walking out of his room, he locked the door behind him and patiently awaited the chaotic neighbor with a heart of gold to emerge once more. Sliding his hands into his sleeves, his eyes drifted around as though trying to keep his mind distracted. A soft hum of curiosity carry itself through the air as he turned his attention to the door creaking open..it was definitely different from his usual style. There was something about all of this that just warmed his heart enough to melt away since in this moment, he was happy...genuinely happy. "Hm? Um...! Yes, that sounds about right for the next step, Kenji..."
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As he started to lead the way, there were a surprising amount of words weighing heavily upon his heart, I don't know why you're cancelling your plans for the evening to hang out with me, but... "Thank you for joining me, Kenji...it means a lot..." Finishing those words with an elegant smile as he spared his friend a glance before turning his attention forward once more. That's all he could muster for the time being...but this was a nice change of pace, someone eagerly approaching him that didn't want him around to remind him of how annoying or clingy he was. Some days, he struggled with his self worth, but even he had gotten strong enough to know he deserved more than being treated like some sort of emotional punching bag....
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Post by Kenji Murano on Jul 29, 2020 19:54:08 GMT -4
you wanna play? let's run away. CALL IT A LEARNED THOUGHT-PATTERN— Kenji had been called “annoying” or “stupid” so many times, it was written-off as fact. So even if Beaumont found the youth to be neither of these things, Kenji held these to be an unfortunate truth.
The way Beaumont said his name, though? Absolutely thrilling. “Kenji.” Each time he spoke Kenji’s name was like an affirmation that, yes, he saw Kenji. A chill of excitement skittered up the boy’s spine as Beaumont confirmed that they’d be taking the train—and without really noticing, Kenji clenched his fists, pumping the air.
“Well, let’s go, then!” Kenji cheered. Beaumont took the lead, Kenji walking slightly behind. As they turned to walk down the hallway, Kenji couldn’t help but gie a little hop and a heel-click. The only thing that was better than fireworks was fireworks with a friend, and Kenji could tell that Monty was well on his way to becoming a best friend. Even if he wasn’t as crazy as Rei. You needed down-to-earth friends, too.
Beaumont spared the redhead a glance, thanking him for tagging along, and Kenji did his best to contain himself. Monty was Mr. Cool Cucumber, and Kenji was frothing-over with excitement—so he’d have to try—really try—to match his friend’s energy levels.
“Of course, Monty,” Kenji replied, tucking his hands behind his back and leaning forward to grin back at Beaumont, “Thanks for letting me tag-along. I really just wanted to hang-out with you, so… it all works out!”
Hear that, Beaumont? It wasn’t just about the video games. It was about hanging out with you.
For whatever reason, saying that made Kenji nervous, so he righted himself again, tucking his hands behind his head and glancing sideways, “These things are more fun with friends, anyways! You’d probably be super bored by yourself.”
Idly, Kenji wondered if any of his “friends” from junior high would be there. Or his family. Ugh. It was big enough, so hopefully not.
The two navigated their way down the hall, to the stairwell.
“Oh man, I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been to a festival!” Kenji gushed. His eager voice reverberated up and down the stairwell as the pair descended, “Festival food is the best! And the games! Have you ever been to a Japanese festival, Monty, or is this your first one?”
Because of his shorter stride, Kenji took quick steps down the stairs to keep-pace with the blonde beside him.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 14, 2020 1:23:02 GMT -4
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How is it that he had so much enthusiasm about all of this?
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Beaumont wasn't sure at the moment, but he offered a little nod of affirmation before leading the way. All in all, he wasn't complaining since it was nice...especially since he had to keep pulling his thoughts away from Colt. It honestly hurt as the realization was settling in that he'd been faking it to make it, but still, he forced the benefit of a doubt since there had to be some sincerity there. Something, anything...Colt couldn't have been that much of a monster to use him for all those years. That was most of their damn life...a vast majority of his memories, he was more than just some tool...right?
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Focus on Kenji...that was bound to make him feel better...
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...hopefully...
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The looming doom of being used only to get thrown away again stung a bit as it surfaced his thoughts. Besides, he didn't really fit the picture of this boy's general scene, so to speak. Break the rules and possibly break a bone or something while having a fun time and just constantly going to the next thing. In a way, he envied how quickly he could move forward...but that probably meant he'd be getting left behind all over again when the next best thing came up....didn't it?
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Enjoy the moment, just enjoy it while the happiness lasts before it's all gone...
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That's the mindset he had to have, otherwise he'd get consumed all over again. Slowly blinking a couple of times as he heard the rambunctious boy's response to his expression of gratitude for joining him tonight. It seemed pretty par of the course at first. However, his own thanks caught him by surprise as he spoke of wanting to hang out with him. Did he hear that correctly? Or wait...was his mind trying to patch things in, you know, to make him feel as though he might have a sense of value to someone for he is?
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"..oh..um...it all worked out, then..." A bit of confusion lingered about in his tone, yet he still held an undertone of delight at the thought of this particular boy wanting to spend time with him. "Yes, these sorts of outings are best with friends, Kenji..." Brightening up a bit after those words, the smile playing across his lips seemed to be a bit more hopeful. As though that was something he could hold on to...at least for now.
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Navigating along through the stairs, he was sort of surprised that the daredevil wasn't going nuts on trying to perform any dangerous tricks. Then again, maybe he wasn't always on default of...um...going ham? Feeling his heart sink a bit at the question, he managed to maintain his smile...though it seemed a little sad? "Mmm...no...I've never been to a Japanese festival, Kenji..." Beaumont almost fell into such a sense of comfort that he almost added the truth about himself, ...I was too busy being hospitalized, recovering and then training so I could qualify to be here at U.A...I didn't have time for anything like this.
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Instead, he kept things light and fluffy... "I...hope you don't mind showing me the ropes, so to speak..." A soft sigh transitioned into a gentle laugh, trying to hide the fear of being an inconvenience to
such a lively person. Once they reached a door, he'd hold it open for his friend and motion for him to go first. Maybe one day he could feel confident enough in their bond to tell him more...but for now, he rather keep it to himself. After all, it might ruin the mood to talk about his condition in any capacity...which he wasn't aiming to do.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Sept 1, 2020 1:45:39 GMT -4
you wanna play? let's run away. THE REDHEAD OVERFLOWED WITH ENOUGH ENERGY for the two of them, jubilant as he agreed, “Yeah, it totally worked-out!”
Kenji would run ahead, stopping at each landing of stairs to let Monty catch up before running to the next landing and waiting. It was like the other boy moved on a cloud, unfazed by everything else. At least, in Kenji’s mind.
“Never ever?” the teen echoed, his voice echoing up the stairwell, “OH MAN, I’m going to buy you SO MUCH FESTIVAL FOOD.”
They were at the top of the last flight of stairs as Kenji spoke with uncontained excitement.
“And there’s all these games we can play, too! We have to play some games!” Kenji persisted. How funny, that Monty could smile without always putting happiness behind it. Not like Kenji, whose emotions were dialed to eleven and clear as day. The redhead wasn’t necessarily the most perceptive child, as it were.
When Monty caught-up with him, Kenji bent his legs and pumped his arms.
“Wanna see me clear these last few stairs?” he asked.
By that, he meant the entire flight. All ten-or-so steps to the very bottom. If Monty agreed, Kenji would leap and stumble into the wall opposite of the last stair, distributing his own momentum with palms flat against the wall. If Monty said “no”, Kenji would straighten himself and descend the stairs somewhat normally, tucking his hands behind his back. They’d fallen into a habit of such like this. Kenji would threaten chaos, or engage in it, and Monty would reprimand him. It was… kinda fun, honestly.
Either way, he’d smile slyly.
“I don’t mind at all,” Kenji reassured the youth, “It’ll be so fun! Like I’m a tour guide!”
The redhead got the door that led outside, holding it open and gesturing broadly with his free hand.
“Yes, honored guest~” Kenji sang in a fake-nasally tone, “This way, please, this way to the firework festival. Please save all photos for the end of the outing.”
| ft. monty <3 quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: i'm just a ham sandwich with extra ham. |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 25, 2020 6:49:02 GMT -4
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All that life and energy just...how did he do it?
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The boy with fiery locks who was now his one and only neighbor was on the fast track, ready to roll and move on to various things without pausing for too long. How he did it was an absolute mystery left to the unknown...all the princely boy knew is that more often than not, somehow, those shenanigans caused caused his heart to dance about within his chest. Probably from the heavy doses of panic and anxiety about his well-being...since a lot of Kenji's antics fell under potentially inflicting harm upon himself. Bringing a hand up over his mouth, a gentle smile tugged across his lips since there was something simply infectious about how joyful his friend was about...well...everything. There was no stopping his hype train, it's like he reached into the bag of negative labeled I've never been to a festival and found another bag called I'm going to introduce you to soooooo many fun things for the first time ever!
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A soft chuckle escaped him since the way he'd been going on about the food and games was quite adorable, really! "I'd love to share festival food and play games with you when we get there, Kenji..." Those words were spoken gently with a calm, positive air about his tone, though he puffed his cheek for a moment and narrowed his eyes at how he was asking to do a stunt. "To be quite honest with you...no, not really..." Finishing those words with a sigh beneath his breath, bracing himself for the boy to ignore his request...he...was pleasantly surprised when he actually didn't ignore his request.
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A blush graced his cheeks as he was overtaken by the element of surprise and blinked a few times while resting his gaze upon the fiesty redhead. For some reason, even that sly smile accompanying his words caused his heart to flutter once more. "I..um...I suppose so...thank you, Kenji..." Resting his hands one over the other, he brightened his smile just a pinch and bowed his head slightly as he walked through the door. How fortunate this blonde had been to stumble upon someone funny and sweet, even...though he was probably like this with all his friends.
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...that was probably it, he didn't allow his smile to falter too much as the realization settled in like dust after the storm. Yeah...even though Kenji wanted to hang out with him, he wasn't anything special...that would be a stretch. "Ah, no photos until the outing is done? I suppose focusing on making my new memories of this evening as vivid as possible will have to, won't it?" Tilting his head gently to the side as he finished calmly speaking those words, it would be a fun night all the same...much better than being all alone...
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 3, 2020 21:24:18 GMT -4
you wanna play? let's run away. THE REDHEAD REALLY LIKED HOW MONTY looked at him—like, really looked at him, and listened to him. For example, when Kenji prattled-on about trying festival games and food, Monty agreed that it would be fun. And when Kenji threatened to jump down the stairs, Monty brought a swift end to the idea before the redhead could even act upon it. Like… he… actually cared? He didn’t care if Kenji acted like the punchline to some slapstick comedy sketch?
The apparent investment in the redhead’s wellbeing thus unwound Kenji—brought him to normal, human levels of conduct rather than his usual rapscallion ways.
“Don’t mention it,” Kenji practically sang, letting the door swing shut behind the pair of them. He jogged to keep-up with Monty, whose strides were slightly longer than his own—but when Kenji was beside the blonde, he would slow to a more casual pace, wedging his hands behind his back. Inevitably, he’d lag behind, and jog again to keep pace with his taller friend.
Kenji was so wrapped-up in his excitement, and in his fake-tour guide-persona, that he momentarily forgot that Monty was a photographer. That was just… what tour-guides said, right? Not to take pictures of things?
“Huh?” the redhead inquired, his brow stitching. Kenji quickly rewound what he had said, realized that Beaumont was taking him literally, and almost burst-out laughing. Wouldn’t be nice to laugh, though—the redhead realized this when the laugh was halfway out his nose, and it came to a grinding halt right there. Kenji made the ugliest snrrrk of a sound, and a hand clapped over his grin while another clutched his side.
“I… wasn’t being serious, Monty,” Kenji murmured through his fingers, “I was pretending to be a tour-guide. You know. Like at the museums. They never want you to take pictures of stuff.”
At least, that was the case with all the museums that Kenji had been to for school fieldtrips. He could count those museums on one hand. Once the redhead was absolutely certain he wasn’t going to start pealing with absurd giggles, he would tuck his hands behind his back again.
“You can remember tonight however you want,” the redhead assured the blonde, “Take as many or as little pictures as you like. It’s your first festival, after-all.”
Kenji turned his attention forward, musing to himself.
“Lots of times, parents will dress their kids up for festivals, stand ‘em up at one of the entrances, or a decoration, and take a picture,” Kenji explained. He’d seen it a number of times when he and his junior-high friends went to festivals together. Young parents and their toddlers, posing and flashing peace-signs and grinning. Literally the stuff of memories.
Kenji had never personally experienced it. But he had witnessed it plenty of times.
“Maybe we can take a picture like that,” Kenji suggested, “For your parents…? I’d bet they’d get a kick out of that, seeing their kid all dressed-up for an authentic Japanese festival.”
Admittedly, Kenji knew nothing of the blonde’s parents, or if he even talked to them. The idea was admittedly off-the-cuff. So when Kenji had the hindsight twenty-twenty moment of, “Hey maybe Monty has a strained relationship with his parents, you know, like 85% of U.A.’s population,” he quickly added an addendum.
“Or, you know. Just for you to have.”
| ft. beaumont favager quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: kenji + monty share one braincell, and kenji tried to use it to make a joke. rip. |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Oct 18, 2020 7:24:53 GMT -4
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Brightly blushing upon being corrected, all of those years being sheltered really showed just then...didn't it?
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This was so embarrassing and he wanted to just hide, instead...he widened his eyes for a moment and let out a soft gasp while looking down upon the silly boy with fiery locks. "O-oh...!" The way that single word escaped him was more like a squeak and he even lightly brought a hand over his mouth, the tall, yukata clad prince fluttering his lashes in a small series of blinks. The more he listened, the more he felt at ease and a gentle smile crossing his lips broke his more serious composure...he had choices... "Hm...maybe...a few pictures, if at all...? I'd much rather just enjoy my time with you, if that's alright..."
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Those words were like being carried upon a soft, serene breeze of sincerity. That's really what he was looking forward to, being allowed to live in the moment and truly enjoy it with a friend, someone he cared about and who cared for him in return. Outside of his family, there were days he was starting to feel as though he was losing such a luxury. So much revolved around Colt...but he wasn't in the picture anymore. Yes, of course he had friends...but he didn't want to rely heavily on them and become heavily reliant...yet he didn't want to push them away either.
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It was like a constant, delicate dance or some such...trying to figure out what a good balance was or could be...
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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 28, 2020 15:10:26 GMT -4
you wanna play? let's run away. KENJI WASN'T MUCH BETTER in terms of “worldliness”, to be fair—he just watched a lot of t.v. as a kid, ergo his “pretending to be a tour guide” seeming more like a caricature than an actual tour guide. Monty seemed flustered by the realization, then he processed it further and smiled when he realized that Kenji wasn’t really telling him what to do.
For whatever reason, the confession that Monty “just wanted to spend time with him” made the tips of Kenji’s ears flush red, and his cheeks, too—his cheeky grin slackened to something surprised, a momentary falter. Monty… wanted to enjoy his time with Kenji? Wow… people didn’t… usually put that kind of forethought into hanging-out with someone.
“O-oh,” Kenji remarked, as if something were dawning-on him. Then, realizing that this response was too subdued for the energy that proceeded, he wound himself up again, “Oh! Well… me too! I want to enjoy my time with you! Come on!”
The sooner they got there, the sooner Kenji and Monty could enjoy their time together, right?
Kenji pawed at the air with a sort of “come hither” gesture, bounding a number of strides ahead of the boy. He compensated for Monty’s strides by moving flightily along the sidewalk, charging ahead and then waiting for the blond to close the distance once again.
Kenji’s excitement frothed over in an eager chatter as he began to regale some of the vendors that made appearances at the local festivals—the wares they sold, the games people played, music—here and there were tales of past mischief and delights, all woven together in a sort of never-ending drivel.
This enthusiasm persisted for the entirety of their walk to the train station, and a fair portion of their ride into the city. It was just—when Kenji talked to Monty, he… couldn’t stop? Monty listened to him! Like, really listened. Which, naturally, made Kenji want to say more.
The two sat side-by-side on the train, which somewhat limited the redhead’s ability to gesticulate while he spoke.
“-and so Hikaru-jisan held what I thought was the goldfish over his mouth like this and swallowed it whole!” Kenji remarked, “I was so mad, and Kado was laughing so hard, I like… tried to punch my uncle in the stomach, and went after Kado, too. It turns out, it was just a piece of sashimi. But ooohhh man-”
It felt weird to speak fondly of his family, particularly now that Kenji never saw them.
A smooth, female voice came over the train's speaker, announcing the next stop-- their stop-- bringing the tale to an abrupt halt.
"That's us, I guess..." Kenji said quietly.
| ft. beaumont favager quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: t-t-t-t-t-timeskip *airhorns* |
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