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protential) wrote2013-02-14 12:57 pm
protential) wrote2013-02-14 12:57 pm
choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.
[Hikaru carefully sets the paper plate on the floor, next to Touya's head.] And this one... [He nudges it a little bit closer, then takes his hand away.] It's supposed to have a raspberry filling. That's what the little sign said, anyway. [He doesn't know why he was drawn to this doughnut in particular, when he was standing down there in the lobby, squinting at the hotel's breakfast buffet. He could've easily chosen some pastries for himself and gone on with the rest of his day, his duties, instead of coming back up here.] I'm only giving you a few minutes before I eat it myself. [Just a minute ago, less than a minute ago, Touya was yelling at him to leave him alone--apparently, Touya isn't exactly what you'd call a morning person. But Hikaru mentioned the coffee (as black as black can be), and these doughnuts (stuffed with fruit spreads), and Touya has calmed down considerably, it seems. Even though he's still wrapped up in his blankets like a damn mummy.
This is a stupid waste of time, though. Stupid and frustrating. Stupid, frustrating, and distracting, he amends. Hikaru didn't even ask to room with Touya for the convention, and he didn't have the influence to get the arrangement changed. Last night was awkward as hell, with Touya trying and failing not to show his excitement, being this close to Hikaru... and this morning was just something else. He'd never heard Touya raise his voice like that, much less having him raise it in his direction. Touya was supposed to be a known quantity, few to no surprises, and easily dismissed for it. Touya's supposed to be another one of those silver-spooned, gifted-from-birth intellectuals who believe themselves to be more important than they are. Honestly, Hikaru doesn't know why he bothered to pick up breakfast for this impossible little weirdo. Just because Touya doesn't want to get out of bed doesn't give him the right to yell and make a fuss.
Hikaru tells himself he isn't relieved when Touya finally reaches for the coffee, and then the doughnut. It's very strange to see Touya like this: half-asleep, his hair kind of a disaster, the rest of him soft and unfocused, whatever. Touya's usually doing everything in his power to preen and pose in front of Hikaru, everything to be noticed, to get closer. Usually. So it's very strange to see Touya ignoring him in favor of the coffee. It makes him feel like he's responsible for filling the silence, when he never wanted to fill the silence in the first place.]
It's good, right?
[Even as Hikaru asks that, he looks away and sips from his own styrofoam cup of coffee. Prolonged exposure to Touya Akira is definitely bad for the nerves.]
This is a stupid waste of time, though. Stupid and frustrating. Stupid, frustrating, and distracting, he amends. Hikaru didn't even ask to room with Touya for the convention, and he didn't have the influence to get the arrangement changed. Last night was awkward as hell, with Touya trying and failing not to show his excitement, being this close to Hikaru... and this morning was just something else. He'd never heard Touya raise his voice like that, much less having him raise it in his direction. Touya was supposed to be a known quantity, few to no surprises, and easily dismissed for it. Touya's supposed to be another one of those silver-spooned, gifted-from-birth intellectuals who believe themselves to be more important than they are. Honestly, Hikaru doesn't know why he bothered to pick up breakfast for this impossible little weirdo. Just because Touya doesn't want to get out of bed doesn't give him the right to yell and make a fuss.
Hikaru tells himself he isn't relieved when Touya finally reaches for the coffee, and then the doughnut. It's very strange to see Touya like this: half-asleep, his hair kind of a disaster, the rest of him soft and unfocused, whatever. Touya's usually doing everything in his power to preen and pose in front of Hikaru, everything to be noticed, to get closer. Usually. So it's very strange to see Touya ignoring him in favor of the coffee. It makes him feel like he's responsible for filling the silence, when he never wanted to fill the silence in the first place.]
It's good, right?
[Even as Hikaru asks that, he looks away and sips from his own styrofoam cup of coffee. Prolonged exposure to Touya Akira is definitely bad for the nerves.]