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barhomra2013-09-22 09:46 pm
chickshades) wrote in barhomra2013-09-22 09:46 pm
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barHOMRA Writing Club ~catch all post~
I think I figured out how to do a catch all for our weekly Writing Club posts!
From now on, this will be the place to find out what the week's prompts will be, as well as the place to post your drabbles. As we've been doing, on Sunday's I'll put up the new prompts - but from now on, they are going to be posted below, in a comment to this post! If you wanna participate for that week, simply respond to the prompt comment with your entry. SIMPLE!
SARAH I FIGURED IT OUT ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?!
blahblahblah, here's the usual about rules and such one last time...You have up until next Sunday night to post your drabbles in a comment to the appropriate prompt comment. Comments will still be screened until Sunday - or until I feel like everyone who sounded interested in writing has submitted - whichever comes first. Then I'll unscreen them and everyone can read together!
Please put which prompt you chose in the header of your comment. And if your prompt ends up containing any mature content or anything that may be trigger worthy, please put a warning in your header, as well.
I hope we can continue to have fun with this XD
From now on, this will be the place to find out what the week's prompts will be, as well as the place to post your drabbles. As we've been doing, on Sunday's I'll put up the new prompts - but from now on, they are going to be posted below, in a comment to this post! If you wanna participate for that week, simply respond to the prompt comment with your entry. SIMPLE!
SARAH I FIGURED IT OUT ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?!
blahblahblah, here's the usual about rules and such one last time...You have up until next Sunday night to post your drabbles in a comment to the appropriate prompt comment. Comments will still be screened until Sunday - or until I feel like everyone who sounded interested in writing has submitted - whichever comes first. Then I'll unscreen them and everyone can read together!
Please put which prompt you chose in the header of your comment. And if your prompt ends up containing any mature content or anything that may be trigger worthy, please put a warning in your header, as well.
I hope we can continue to have fun with this XD
Defeat
He didn't decide immediately, but when San-chan's texts became less and less frequent, he decided he really wanted to go back. He missed them, for all he would visit whenever he could. Too many of those trips had been cut off by a call in – a bug was in the software and the deadline was tomorrow, it's not your part, but you're the new guy, get in here.
And, with a quiet sigh and a text of "Sorry, work called me in", he'd go back. It'd happened often enough that he was sure San-chan would yell at him when he got back for avoiding him. Which…wasn't the case. He tried, once, to say he'd made plans and was already on his way to a different city, but they told him to "Turn around Akagi, your friends can wait".
Clearly they've never met them. He'd grateful for that, slightly. If they had met them, they'd probably be scared and make him leave so that Yata or one of the others wouldn't show up and trash the place after Shouhei was called in on one of his days off.
They'd threatened to do that too, the time he'd managed to get to Shizume before the call came. He'd been at the bar – they still ran it, even after all that's happened – and they were in the middle of catching up face to face (with San-chan glaring at him behind those sunglasses of his for a while before relaxing) and then, just like that, a phone call.
He'd had to apologize and go out to take it…only to come back in a moment later frowning. "It's work - they've got some problem they need me to go fix. I told them I was out of town, but they just told me to get back in town as soon as possible." He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. "I'm sorry guys. Some other time?"
And he swore for a moment that San-chan looked devastated. But…that couldn't have been right, right? San-chan was amazing, even though he was petty. He couldn't be that torn up about him living in a different city for work. Right?
San-chan scuffed a foot against the floor. "Yeah, some other time." And left.
Shouhei watched him for a moment before turning to the others and smiling sadly, waving a farewell as he walked back out the door to make his way back to that job of his.
He didn't even really like this promotion that much, to be honest. Even at the beginning. He'd just wanted (needed) the money to make it easier for his mom, and to have a bit of extra cash to use for his friends, to get them nice things. Not that they didn't have nice things already! No, no, no. He just…wanted to give them something sometime.
But with all these months past and only being able to see them not even once a month most of the time because of being called in? It wasn't worth it.
He wasn't even sure if he could get his old position back, but having to look for a new job wouldn't cut that deeply into what he's saved up. Especially not if he could move in with someone for a little while.
Maybe San-chan would let him…
He scoffed, even as he walked to the office to inform them of his resignation. San-chan wouldn't do that, not right away. He'd been too hurt, though Shouhei didn't understand why, to just let him move in for a while. Besides, his friend's been having trouble keeping a job. Why would he let someone stay with him who had a good paying one and then resigned because he missed his friends?
Yeah…why would he…
He knocked and opened the door, bracing himself quickly to actually do it.
They just gave him a look and told him, "Put it there on the desk."
He stopped in his tracks. "You aren't going to say anything else?"
They rolled their eyes. "One of your friends keeps emailing us to let you go back there. Makes it easier for us that you want to go back. He won't let us get any work done, since the notification pops up every couple of minutes. Gotta give him props though; he only did it this month and it's never the same."
He blinked, his jaw dropping. "One of them did what?"
"Wrong tense. See?" They turned around one of the screens, and sure enough there was an email notification in the corner.
Taking off his hat, he ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry, but can you let me reply to that really fast?"
The only response he got was a lifting of an eyebrow and the keyboard put on his side of the screen after the email was clicked on.
…
He'd always know that email. Always. There was no way he'd ever forget that address. With a faint smile, he started typing.
I am sorry. Please calm down, San-chan. I'm coming back; I missed you guys too much. If I don't get my old job back, can I stay at your place for a while? Text me your answer, okay?
And please don't email them again.
Not even two minutes after hitting send, his phone buzzed with a text. Smiling brighter than he had since the last time he saw his fellow clansmen, he bowed to them. "He shouldn't be emailing you anymore. So uh…will I have my old job, or will I have to find something new?" He rubbed the back of his head, watching the ground instead of them.
"You'll have to find something new. You aren't being demoted; you resigned."
He laughed, quietly. "I'm free to go then?" He'd figured they'd say that.
"Go already. Your friend'll probably stop emailing us as soon as he sees you, no matter what you told him."
He laughed louder this time, bowing again. "Yes boss." He felt lighter than ever when he left the room. Maybe this wasn't so much a defeat as a reminder of where he belongs.
He'd like to think of it like that…With a quiet "oh", he checked his phone.
Sure enough, San-chan had texted him. Just come back already. You should know what that answer is.
With a bright smile, he texted him back. Gotcha! This mean I get the couch?
He only got into the elevator before the reply reached him. I'm sure not going to give up my bed for you!
And sharing would be uncomfortable? He blinked down at his phone. Why'd he hit enter on that? San-chan probably wouldn't understand it how he meant it.
It took longer to get a reply that time. He got out of the building and started on his way to the train when his phone buzzed again. My bed isn't that big, and I don't even know how long you're going to be staying.
With a bright smile and a laugh, he got on the train to Shizume. Not a defeat at all.