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sirenspull_logs2013-02-10 09:20 pm
bondsoflove) wrote in sirenspull_logs2013-02-10 09:20 pm
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I'm a hazard to myself
Who: Sasuke, Frau, Frau's roommates if they want to pop in.
When: February 6th/7th, midnight/early morning
Where: Frau's apartment in sector 5
Summary: After this debacle, Sasuke goes looking for help in low places.
Warnings: Painful awkwardness, foul language.
The last time he'd been in this position, standing outside a door with his fists clenched at his sides trying to force himself to knock, had ended up being the catalyst to the world as he knew it crashing down around him.
It was taking everything he had not to run in the opposite direction--slip inside the apartment in sector eight as though nothing had happened. Pretend he didn't know the significance of the date; forget he'd even considered asking for help, let alone chasing it to sector five well after dark. Warsman wouldn't mind--would probably be too busy making them dinner, or writing his own cards, or maybe falling for the soppiness in the air and bringing back flowers.
No. He wouldn't mind, but Sasuke would never stop mentally kicking himself for lying. Coming up short. Taking without giving anything back.
"Damn it," he hissed, and pounded three times at the door. "Frau. Open up."
(The thought passed through his head that if his twelve year old self came across him now, he'd be dead in less than a minute. A melodramatic but apt example of his self-hatred.)
When: February 6th/7th, midnight/early morning
Where: Frau's apartment in sector 5
Summary: After this debacle, Sasuke goes looking for help in low places.
Warnings: Painful awkwardness, foul language.
The last time he'd been in this position, standing outside a door with his fists clenched at his sides trying to force himself to knock, had ended up being the catalyst to the world as he knew it crashing down around him.
It was taking everything he had not to run in the opposite direction--slip inside the apartment in sector eight as though nothing had happened. Pretend he didn't know the significance of the date; forget he'd even considered asking for help, let alone chasing it to sector five well after dark. Warsman wouldn't mind--would probably be too busy making them dinner, or writing his own cards, or maybe falling for the soppiness in the air and bringing back flowers.
No. He wouldn't mind, but Sasuke would never stop mentally kicking himself for lying. Coming up short. Taking without giving anything back.
"Damn it," he hissed, and pounded three times at the door. "Frau. Open up."
(The thought passed through his head that if his twelve year old self came across him now, he'd be dead in less than a minute. A melodramatic but apt example of his self-hatred.)
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"Still too complicated," he muttered, running his finger over the outside circle. "Can't simplify or it won't look like koi, but I can't finish this in a week. Not without him seeing it." And there was still the matter of what to put it on. "Is it okay to be late with it?"
He had a feeling that Sakura or Ino would have cared, but he couldn't imagine Warsman making a fuss--and immediately a pang of guilt made him duck his head. "Fuck. I don't want to wiggle out of it, but I don't want to give him something rushed and half-assed either."
[[Based on the thread I did with Wars, there was chocolate-making involved--was thinking perhaps Sasuke ended up trying to make candies shaped like fish as a sort of preview?]]