altiloquent words (Yuugiri)

[Ryuu Shirai]

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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 309 TAGS One, two, three NOTES Here you go. [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] Walking down the sidewalk, Yuugiri is grumbling as he punches a number into his cellphone, simultaneously shoving books into a drawstring bag that he eventually slings over his shoulder. As the receiver picks up on his phone he begins rambling into it, cut off multiple times by the man on the other side. "No, I'm not coming in for the meeting." he sounds impatient and irritated, rushing. "--You can handle it without me, just like you always do." he mumbles as his voice starts to get a bit louder. While entering the park he hardly pays any attention to where he walks, shouting into his phone now. Unaware of the man just in front of him on the bench he continues his disturbing conversation. He tosses his bag near a tree where he plans to sit, still conversing. "I have to study!" he shouts, folding his legs as he settles into the grass, eyebrows now sunken against his face, angry. "Listen-" he says sternly, echoing in the park. "I'm busy, and I hired you for a reason. Do you want to continue getting paid?" he yells again, hanging up the phone as he throws it carelessly into the green lawn. The small boy begins to dig through his bag again, digging out business theory text books. As minutes pass by slowly he seems to be calming down slightly, bright red colors fading from his face as he forces himself to study the book in front of him with mild, semi hushed complaints. Leaning back he rests his head against the roots of the large tree just behind him, resting his book on his legs as he tries to refocus himself. There were moments that being a pseudo-leader of business had its benefits, but today was not one of those days. Mostly, come to think of it, that was just on payday.

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[Ryuu Shirai]

[style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #989884; font-family: arial black; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 3px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-bottom: -1px;]I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO[/style][style=width: 416px;background-color: #b1b198; color: #d4d4b4; text-shadow: #814a4a 1px 1px 0px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 15px; text-align: right; font-weight: bolder; text-indent: 2em; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -3px;]can't you see i'm no one's angel[/style]

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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 301 TAGS One, two, three NOTES Sorry it's so short. ;A; [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] It takes a few pages of reading before Yuugiri begins to realize that he's been mumbling to himself. He tries to hush himself, forcing himself to attempt full concentration on his reading. This fails however, and the green eyes begin to gloss over. His mind travels back and forth with distractions, the birds, the cars speeding by, even squirrels. A shadow that shifts just ahead of him takes his mildly focused mind away from the book he's scanning and he looks up. Dry chuckles escape his mouth and he nods slightly, shrugging. "Yeah, nothing new for me." he says somewhat non-chalantly. His nerves are still prickling with the tension from the phone call, but he shuts his book for a few minutes to speak to the other. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, by the way." the reply comes off a bit forced, but sincere. Although considering the frequency of his boisterous outbursts he assumed that obvious disturbances couldn't truly be helped. Sharply inhaling he closes his eyes for a brief moment. His hand runs up along his spine, and he digs at the skin, before giving up on easing the pain, instead opting to try and block it out, wincing slightly at the spark-like burning sensations. "I can't say you look terribly relaxed either." he remarks, sitting up straighter now, trying to straighten his vertebrae. He slips the book off of his lap, quickly scowling at it with utter contempt for more work. Holding back a smirk he inwardly decides to continue talking to the other. Hoping almost, to distract himself from the reading he knew he needed to do. Procrastination was more entertaining anyways, right? "I'm Yuugiri." he says, introducing himself as he wiggles around slightly in the grass, trying to ease the aches in his back which refused to leave.

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[Ryuu Shirai]

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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 327 TAGS --- NOTES Oh my god, he'll be so paranoid now. [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] His back arches back to it's initially straight posture and his eyes widen, mouth almost falling slightly agape. With force he's made to wipe the looks off of his face, and he nods slowly, before the words spill out all at once. "And how do you know that?" he asks, running his teeth across his bottom lip as he considers the possibilities. Was he being stalked or something? Followed? Had this guy been following him around since he'd gotten his name? His mind rolls, he'd only just come back from Amsterdam! After a seemingly shaky, disturbed inhale Yuugiri seems to try and blow off the strange coincidence. A laugh bellows out and he smiles, curling at the lips. "Seriously though. That's really creepy man, I haven't even been here that long." as soon as he finishes the sentence he immediately wishes to curl up and run off, which he can't recall having been like in the recent future. What was this guy's deal? "You're not stalking me or something, are you?" it immediately clicks in his head how terribly paranoid that sounds and for a split moment he sinks into regret from his directness, but takes it back. It wasn't as if he was asking an unrealistic question! Mentally he begins to go through a checklist of all possible links to the other, and he pauses briefly half way through. No one he'd met thus far had been the other half of his fighter unit. Was this him? His teeth clench down on his lips as he thinks again. Seems like a valid consideration, but he fails to voice his opinion. It's not like he could strangle it out the guy, well, he could try. Not that it would matter really. The more he considered it, the less time he had between school and work to balance the whole situation now, so why even ask in the first place? He sighs under his breath, overwhelming himself in sudden thoughts.

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[Ryuu Shirai]

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[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 332 TAGS --- NOTES [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] "Nice to know." He tries not to scoff a little, and resists rolling his eyes at the blatantly dumbed down question. Inwardly he's a bit relieved that the other isn't just hopelessly following him around. "Were you assuming that just that I'm dull?" He sounds as he says this rhetorically a tad offended, tilting a glare towards the other. "It comes from my dad. He was a pretty loud, arrogant son of a bitch before crumbled and he killed himself. Pretty much everyone in my family can talk a good game, you know." He laughs and shakes his head, as much as he hated his relatives they all knew how to speak in the most prose-ridden ways to make everything sound promising. He wasn't much for being bitter over his father, it only let him move up the corporate ladder that much quicker in the first place. He finally rolls his eyes and nods while looking at the other. "Of course I know. Five minutes of research on google can tell you a lot." Just because he went to fool around in Amsterdam didn't mean he'd never thought to use google and research the ins and outs of it all. "Give you some commands, take the damage. Hope that you don't kill me. Which, by the way, don't even let it get that far." Just the thought of dying at someone else's lack of experience made him want to shrink back into a hole, maybe go into hiding for a few lengthy years. "Anything else to quiz me on?" he asks, unsure of what to even make of the entire situation as he hunches over his books, shoving them back into his bag. He eventually pushes himself back up to his feet, staring up at the vastly taller other male, slightly unimpressed with the obvious difference. His height always made him feel like he had to make up for it elsewhere. Typical of anyone his size, of course.

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[Ryuu Shirai]

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[style=width: 416px; background-color: #b1b198; margin-top: -3px; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;] words:: 368 ♠ tagged:: Yuugiri ♠ notes :: Boop. I finally replied [/style][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] template by synchronicity[/style]

[Yuugiri Kashi]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][classy=box] [classy=hiddenicon][/classy] WORDS 310 TAGS --- NOTES I think he's a bit butthurt. [/classy][classy=realicon] hover [/classy] "Fuck, can you stop eyeballing at me like that? I know I'm short, you don't need to do the whole shifty eyes, up and down glances thing." He grimaces slightly and he picks up the sling rope schoolbag and slides it over his shoulder. This guy seemed a little shady in his explanation of work. The way his voice seemed to fade out on the mention of the topic. "I've got enough to take in, according to what you seem to be telling me, or not telling me. But either way..." he sighs, seemingly unsurprised and still stable, just processing things. "From what I can gather, it seems you don't have a need for me." he tilts his head to the side and smirks. He's a bit unimpressed with the sketchy explanation but he grits his teeth and blows it off. "And I suppose I'll take that as my cue to leave." Indifference begins to blow through his mind, and he nudges his weighted backpack to sit along his spine. "Anyways, when you can tell me what you're trying to indirectly say now, feel free to get back to me." he laughs and crosses his arms a little before he pauses. He shoves one hand into his left back pocket and digs out a business card. Truthfully he didn't have much of a need for them, but they did have his number on it. The die square of matte paper sits firmly between his middle and ring finger as he hands it over. It's a simple looking card, just his name and the cell number he has. "Or, if you actually need me." he adds on at the last moment. In reality it wasn't worth it to be confused or get any more indignant with the other. In fact, he probably should've just taken his leave.

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