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reverielogs2018-07-25 04:37 pm
foolishjourney) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-25 04:37 pm
teen drinking is very very bad [closed]
» WHO? Hajime, Ren A., Minato
» WHEN? 7/26, night time
» WHERE? Minato's room
» WHAT? Having a SUPER FUN SLEEPOVER!
» WARNINGS? teens being teens, underaged drinking, idk what else yet
[The night had certainly started out well enough, as far as sleepovers go — not that Minato had too much experience with them, anyways. The floor was littered with snacks and bottles of replicator booze, which was perhaps the worst (or best??) decision of the night; they'd been doing a drinking game throughout the two movies they'd been watching, The Grudge and The Ring, and by this point, Minato was pretty much completely fucking smashed, and he assumed the other two were as well. He was laying upside down off the side of the bed, arms splayed around him, a bowl of Cronch Balls (Erika's patented replicator snack) on his chest and Charlotte on his head, staring blearily at the other two, who were sitting in the pile of blankets and pillows they'd accumulated for the occasion. Pumpkin was up on the bed, Wanyamon in Hajime's lap, and Lisa sitting on the desk batting at a stray piece of snack, as cats were wont to do.
They'd been chatting about random shit all evening, but now that they were all very much less than sober, things were getting increasingly more silly. In fact, as Ren spoke up to say something, Minato blinks, realizing he'd totally zoned out and missed what he'd said.]
Wait, what? Repeat that.
» WHEN? 7/26, night time
» WHERE? Minato's room
» WHAT? Having a SUPER FUN SLEEPOVER!
» WARNINGS? teens being teens, underaged drinking, idk what else yet
[The night had certainly started out well enough, as far as sleepovers go — not that Minato had too much experience with them, anyways. The floor was littered with snacks and bottles of replicator booze, which was perhaps the worst (or best??) decision of the night; they'd been doing a drinking game throughout the two movies they'd been watching, The Grudge and The Ring, and by this point, Minato was pretty much completely fucking smashed, and he assumed the other two were as well. He was laying upside down off the side of the bed, arms splayed around him, a bowl of Cronch Balls (Erika's patented replicator snack) on his chest and Charlotte on his head, staring blearily at the other two, who were sitting in the pile of blankets and pillows they'd accumulated for the occasion. Pumpkin was up on the bed, Wanyamon in Hajime's lap, and Lisa sitting on the desk batting at a stray piece of snack, as cats were wont to do.
They'd been chatting about random shit all evening, but now that they were all very much less than sober, things were getting increasingly more silly. In fact, as Ren spoke up to say something, Minato blinks, realizing he'd totally zoned out and missed what he'd said.]
Wait, what? Repeat that.
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[ Relatedly, Ren was stretching a hand lazily toward Lisa, who beyond being a very good girl and an incorrigible shit was now attempting to monch the Cronch and, like, after all the hard work he did making sure she eats well and gets all the nutrition she needs? She's gonna eat that and something in there'll be one of the three million things that are poisonous to cats and that's, that's fucking great. Ren is going to get the cat killed. He's a monster.
Ren? Yeah he's three sheets to the wind and not looking to come back home any time soon, or for as long as his personal bottle of replicator vodka lasts. His new best friend. No offense to present company but people... suck... no offense to present company... All they're good for is helping and them maybe helping you and hugs sometimes. Ren loves people. ]
Hn? Oh. [ Minato was asking... oh yeah. ] Like, they're all hot? Every single one of them and, like. My life is suffering cuz whoa Haru? Super cute an' adorable when she gets mad at you, but then she's really sweet because she feels bad if she... hits you... It's really cute...
And - an' Ryuji he's - he's this stray shiba that you pet and he smooshes his lil face into you?? Cuz his owners... his dad was all arrrggghhh and wow what a shitty, shit-ass dad but Ryuji's this sweetie who just wants love. And Ann, if you met Ann - Hajime -
[ Ren's hand slams down onto (what he thinks is) Hajime's shoulder, eyes wild with emphasis, glasses long gone. ]
- you'd... actually die. You'd be murdered in cold blood if you ever saw Ann, like... damn.
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[It takes a second for the heavy hand on his shoulder to startle him, but once he realizes what that weight is, he can't help but jump. He's always had a bad habit of getting lost in his own thoughts, and being as tipsy as he is really isn't helping his focus. Focus... what was he saying?
Sometime during Ren's ramble, Hajime had noticed those abandoned glasses on the floor and slipped them on. It hasn't... quite hit him yet that if they were real glasses, he definitely wouldn't be able to see well right now. For the moment, he just looks bemused and startled, looking at Ren's hand before meeting his eyes through those fashionable frames.]
Uh... right. Wait, hold it!
[His beleaguered brain is starting to catch up with what's being talked about, and he gives Ren an almost accusatory frown as he points at him.]
Nobody's cuter than Haru! Right? I mean, Ryuji's... you know, Ryuji, but Haru's just...
[Back him up here, Mints.]
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[Sorry Hajime, he's useless to you in this situation.]
I can see the comparison of Ryuji to a shiba, though. He's got that kind of personality.
[He pops some Cronch into his mouth.]
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Ren perks up, pointing to Minato and smiling cuz yes, see! Someone agrees about how adorable and wonderful and lovable Ryuji isss. ]
Good man, he's - so good? A good guy. Feel that shirt cuz he's boyfriend material. [ Sniff. ] I wanna feel his shirt.
[ Where was he. Haru? Haru! And Ryuji.
Ren rounds on Hajime again and oh, hey, hello there glasses, you're looking mighty handsome /fingerguns. Hajime you're all right too. But here Ren is gripping both your shoulders now, leaned forward to look at Hajime and speaking with utmost, dire importance. ]
No.
You don't understand.
Ann is a model. Hajime. She's a model. I'm not talking cute, I'm talking hotness.
Desert in the middle of summer hotness.
Like, Ryuji's my - he's a hundred percent up my alley and I want to grow old with him and adopt many small animals but Ann is a threat to all known sexualities. She a nuclear bomb of hot.
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And that's probably because he's responsible for several of the bottles on the floor. Unlike Ren and his friend vodka, he'd opted for beer because it tasted the least bad. He kind of wants to grab another bottle, but-- hey there. Before he can get lost in his thoughts again, Ren's hands are on his shoulders, and his face heats up as they lock eyes.]
A... model?
[Honestly? What he's picturing is kind of close, because what he's picturing is famous model Junko Enoshima. A model's body. But still, he can't back down! Literally, since Ren's holding him in, both with his hands and with his eyes.]
I guess... I mean, maybe people where you come from just look better, though. You know? Like...
[He gestures vaguely, as if to encompass all the Phantom Thieves without saying so.]
I agree with you, all your friends are really... actually, a lot of people on the whole station are.
[A glance toward Minato, again seeking confirmation. And it's tinged with a bit of pleading, too, because one of those attractive people is, like, right there in his space. Please help.]
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Meanwhile, when Hajime looks over at him, he can sense the desperate cry for help, and y'know what? He'll do a dude a solid. Not that he'd literally... thought about how attractive anyone was on the station... well. With one exception. And also kind of Ren once? But that was very fleeting while he was absolutely destroyed by sleep deprivation.]
I can see that. Everyone seems to be rather pleasant to look at.
[A pause.]
...Am I attractive, Hajime?
[He presses a finger against his cheek in a cutesy gesture, while his face was meanwhile completely flat. SORRY MAN, TAKING BACK THAT SOLID.]
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In sadness and a moment of vertigo Ren sways and leans his head on Hajime's strong bara chest. Mmm. Firm. ]
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[Hajime just kind of blinks at him through Ren's glasses. If he, Hajime Hinata, were interested in guys, which he certainly isn't, at all, Minato is soft-spoken and nice enough to him that he'd definitely be somewhere near the top of any potential crush-list. Besides, girls like guys like him, don't they? Minato kind of looks like he could be a high school idol. Especially if he's going to do that dumb pose.
Any follow-up is lost to a yelp as Ren's head lands against his chest.]
H-hey... are you okay?
[He doesn't know what to do here, so he just-- pats the top of Ren's head, more than a little awkwardly. Oh... it's fluffy. Maybe this isn't so bad, after all.]
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[Minato wasn't expecting that, but he'd take it! He turns his attention to Ren though, because he seems like he's having some Issues. Was it the booze, or...?]
...Is this about Ryuji, Ren?
[Minato scoops Charlotte off of his head and lets himself flop fully off of the side of the bed, shifting position to sit up properly — all the blood rushing to his head was starting to feel weird, anyways. He deposits Charlotte on his shoulder, where she clings to his neck.]
You wanna... talk about it?
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Yeah it kinda is. A little. ren drags his metaphorical feet on responding to a fair question by mumbling nonsense into Hajime's dirty pillows, slowly shaking his head no back and forth. The pat on his head feels good? It helps with the passing sense of whoa thanks to New Best Friend Vodka and he's not.. happy to be talking about any of this again so ]
Mmno.
[ Which question is he answering? WhO kNoWs~~
(It's the second one from Minato, he so does not want to talk about it more.) But hey, here Ren is in his clingy drunk state practically draping himself on Hajime and turning to cast a sulky eye toward Minato, framed in his dark bangs. ]
Nothin' more t'be said ennyway.
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It has to be the second one. He can't imagine Ren sulking over a hypothetical situation. Then again, he can't imagine anyone with working eyes turning down anything Ren might confess.
Wait, what? No, no, that's a thought that gets carefully boxed up and sent away into the recesses of his mind, never to be considered again.]
Okay. If you're sure. I mean, you can talk to us about anything, you know.
[But if he doesn't want to talk about it, Hajime won't pry this time. There's something a little more pressing to be dealt with, even as his fingers absently run through the other boy's hair. It is... really fluffy, and it's easy to tell himself that it's an attempt to make Ren feel better.]
You, uh... you comfortable, there?
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Minato's gonna go ahead and take more swigs of some terrible tasting alcohol, you can handle this one, Hajime. Be the protag you were born to be.]
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Like who does that!? [ Ren is slurring out, arms flopping over Hajime's shoulders like thin and disorganized fish. ] What kind of asshole... fucking...
I'm the asshole I guess cuz y'spend all this time with someone an' you're like, hey I'm real into you and you think it'd be mutual cuz you basic'ly saved each others' asses so many times an'... an' y'get each other better'n anyone else.
And he fuckin' dun like you back. Fuck. Imma asshole.
Dun pet me ennymore Haji, I dun deserve it.
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He pauses at being called out for petting Ren's hair and flushes a light pink, because, well, of course it'd be obvious that's what he's doing.
But he just frowns, looking back toward Minato for support, only to see him busy drinking. Hm. Shit, he kind of wants to do the same thing. He doesn't know what to say to any of this...? It's not like he's ever worked up the courage to confess to anybody. Can't get rejected if you never confess, insert thinking meme here.
So he just starts petting Ren's hair again, because he hadn't been told to stop because Ren didn't want him to do it, just that he didn't think he deserved it. Which is a stupid thought all on its own.]
Oi, don't tell me what to do. [It's said with a joking laugh and a light bop to the top of his head for punishment.]
Anyway, I don't... I don't know about all that, but isn't... having that kind of bond with somebody a lot on its own? Besides, I'm sure he'll come around. Maybe... maybe he just needs some time.
[--He kind of feels like he's shooting himself in the foot here, and isn't quite sure why. More thoughts to be locked away in the shame corner.]
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I think it's better to have confessed than to never have said anything at all. You never know when you might lose out on your chance completely, and then you're left sorting through feelings you have no way to express.
[Trying to come up with good advice is hard when you're drunk and completely out of your element...]
I agree with Hajime. If you really truly feel like something is there, it's possible he's just not ready to admit that sort of thing about himself yet.
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Completely oblivious to any visual conversation going on over his head and in spite of his willingness to wallow in his misery like a pig in some especially fetid mud, Ren huffs his displeasure at the same time as he pouts and sorta pushes against the petting, oddly soothed by the repetition and implied sympathy/affection in the action.
He wants to whine out parries to their points. Well - no, he wants to not talk about this at all, but the next best thing is justifying his misery, but then that also means that his misery is justified and he can be more and more certain that shit all is going to happen between him and his best friend in a romantic fashion. The shame corner seems nice, put him over there.
Before Minato is finished talking Ren is definitely slumping off of Hajime and pawing for his bottle, voice run down. ]
Yeah but. S'all awkward now cuz he dun like me... and he said he likes guys, but I guess'm not good enough. He's really a good... good guy though.
[ ren's drunk brain is laboring to try and pick more meaning out of what they said. feeling so dejected (and drunk) it's hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel but it at least makes Ren dither and roll his bottel around instead of drink right away like he wants to. ]
I dunno. I was really messed up when I told him - during the music, y'know. Shhhould I tell'm again? Is that dumb?
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Hajime can't help but breathe a little sigh of relief at being able to reclaim his personal space. It was... nice, kind of, having Ren slumped against him like that, but definitely way too awkward. He shifts back a little, gently rolling a sleeping Wanyamon off his lap and onto the floor so he can reach more easily for another bottle while Minato's speaking.
It's selfish to think that applies to him, too, doesn't it? They're not even talking about him, or about home, but he can't help but think about all the things he wishes he could have said to Chiaki before being whisked away here.]
Mmm... I agree with that.
[It's murmured more to himself than to either of the other two boys as he takes a sip from the bottle. This is getting depressing, huh.
He points at Ren. He may not know much, but--]
No, that's wrong!!
[It comes out more forcefully than he would have liked, and he even winces himself, but he refuses to shrink back.]
I-I mean... I don't think it has anything to do with being "good enough." Ryuji's a good guy, you're a good guy. Just... let him have some space, Ren. Re...
[A frown. He can't shorten Ren any further without getting into uncomfortably cute territory. Heck.]
Nicknames are hard.
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This is definitely getting depressing and inebriated though he may be Ren's first instinct - no, wait, that was rubbing his face into Hajime's boobies. His second instinct is to move this along, warmed with Hajime's earnestness while he paws for an exit strategy. ]
Haru-chan calls me Ren-kun, an' you can call me that too if...
[ Over Minato's shoulder a swatch of material catches Ren's eye. It's poking out of an ajar drawer, a flourish of white and... pleats? Is that a word? He's thinking of the panels in girls' skirts at Shujin and how out of place they look out here in space in a room full of boys huddling together around companionship like one gathers around a campfire.
So of course Ren is already crawling toward it, heedless of the location of other boys and their being in the path of Ren's new meaning in life. ]
Mints - Mints what th'hell is this??? [ Between his fingers he pulls out a bit and stares at Minato, the previous topic all but dissolving instantly. ] Is that lace, oh my god.
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[By the time Minato realized where exactly Ren was aiming to go, it was Too Late. His face goes dead neutral, trying to seem inconspicuous.]
I found it outside my door. Don't worry about it.
[Step away from the drawer, Ren. Please.]
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Ren is turning the glory of a full on maid costume back to front and back again in front of him. He sees it. He feels it. But it's like his consciousness hits the outfit and rolls off again in scant seconds.
...
...
It kinda looks like it'd fit him.
Ren look back up at Minato with the maid outfit held to his chest. He can't ask??? The question's there in his face though, oh boy is it there. ]
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[Just because Haru does something doesn't mean Hajime is going to do it! After all, Haru is a cute girl, and Hajime is decidedly not either of those things. Just Ren is going to have to do.
...Just like Mints sounds too ridiculous to say out loud, though it doesn't stop Hajime from snorting a laugh at it. Normally he'd tell Ren not to dig through other people's things, but if it keeps him from thinking about Ryuji, it's... probably not a bad thing? Minato will stop him if it's important.]
...
[Or... not. Hajime almost chokes mid-drink, because of all the things Hajime was expecting Ren to pull out of that drawer (panties, tbh), he wasn't expecting that.
Then he just laughs again. It's too absurd, watching Ren turn it back and forth before finally holding it up to his chest. He doesn't know why it's so funny, he just knows that it is, oh my god.]
It's a good look for you.
[Said through enough laughter that it's obvious he's just teasing the other boy.]
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[Don't let your dreams be dreams, Ren. It was gonna just rot in there, otherwise.]
There's shoes and some sort of fluffy underskirt in there, too. And hair ribbons, I think.
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How does one wear the underskirt anyway? Ren has a shirtless struggle with it for a good five minutes but the whole thing wouldn't look right without it, right??
He'll leave the ribbon out, but when he's red-faced (from embarrassment? hell no, he shit's on fleek) and picking at the stockings Ren's nose wrinkles, a little sulky. ]
This isn't the zettai ryōiki I was looking for.
Hajime, quit yer guitar solo an' take a pic anyway.
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When Ren's finally dressed, Hajime sets his now-empty bottle aside. Tomorrow, he'll regret drinking so much, so fast, but right now it served as something to do with his hands while watching Ren fight with a dress. He just laughs again, exchanging an incredulous look with Minato.]
Hey, if you want photo evidence, I'm not gonna stop you. You gonna pose, too?
[Smile, dude! He might not be a SHSL Photographer, but it doesn't take talent to get these kinds of pictures.]
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I disagree, I'm digging the thigh action.
[Minato gives Ren a thumbs up.]
Go sassy with your pose. That'd fit you.