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Game 017 [Action] - Discovery

[ Those of you inside or near Kat's Kradle might notice Joshua head inside and up the stairs.

Several minutes pass, and then he suddenly storms down and out the door. He's heading straight towards Community Housing 5. Feel free to intercept him along the way, but be warned: he looks pissed. ]

(( ooc: Thread with Hanekoma occurs during the several-minute gap ))

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[ Don't mind Hanekoma, he's just in the studio, mapping out a mural on the wall. ]

[ And Josh has discovered that someone has swiped his fuzzy, fuzzy ears. So instead of dealing with Sanae's silly conditions again, he's going to take matters into his own hands.

Clearly this means finding them himself.

So he's quietly rooting about in Sanae's room, checking through drawers, underneath stacks of paper, things like that. He lifts a folder to look below it, and suddenly a few sheets of paper slip out from the bottom of a stack before he can stop them. Joshua quickly grabs them and goes to put them back, but the writing on one of them catches his eye. ]

[ Most of those papers Josh is shuffling through are sketches and designs, a few of which Hanekoma would really love to reference right now; he steps away from his work for a minute and heads for his room, hands slung in his pockets. The wings on his back are still faintly stained.

He swings the door open and steps inside, only to find... oh, hello, just what are you doing here? ]

Josh?

[ He is reading. Very, very quietly reading. Joshua doesn't move a single muscle, except for his eyes scanning the page. ]

[ Hanekoma's confused for all of a second, until he glances from Joshua to the open drawer -- and he freezes. That drawer. That drawer. It's... But no, there's no way he found the folder, and if he did there's no way he found that one Report, any one of them could make Joshua go quiet like this, he could be reading any one of them-- ]

What're you goin' through my stuff for? Those are for Our eyes only, thanks.

[ And he moves forward too sharply, makes a move to snatch it out of Joshua's hand. ]

[ And Joshua nearly jumps, backing up a good few feet, the paper still clutched in his hand for no reason other than he hasn't bothered dropping yet. But he's glaring. The glare he hardly ever gives to anyone. Oh, he knows now. He knows, and he's enraged, and he's hurt, and he's even a bit scared. But he knows. ]

[ Hanekoma freezes again, something cold and heavy settling in the pit of his stomach. Joshua has never looked at him like that. Ever. He knows exactly what it means but he's trying to deny it to himself, and it stirs up agitation enough to come through in his voice: ]

...give it, Joshua.

[ Sanae advances on him, a hand outstretched. ]

[ Joshua drops the paper and takes another step back. But it's not a step taken out of fear; rather it's more like total disgust. As if Sanae is so repulsive, Josh can't stand the idea of being near him. He's still completely silent. ]

[ He stops, honestly stung, and just stares at Joshua from where he stands. There's a deadly pause. That hand drops back to his side and clenches into a fist, nails digging into his palms. ]

...you read all of it?

[ He stares a moment longer, and it's almost as if he won't answer. But finally, he takes a quiet breath, and when Josh speaks, there's no hiding the edge in his voice. ]

Twice.

Edited 2010-03-10 02:23 (UTC)

[ He takes a step back, half to reassure Joshua that there's no threat, and half to put some distance between himself and that glare. He considers lying but there's no plausible excuse. He considers Imprinting but can't quite bring himself to do it. ]

It was you or Shibuya.

Edited 2010-03-10 02:37 (UTC)

[ And, oh, that does it. Now it's true, now it's concrete, now there's no doubt or chance of fabrication or anything else. Joshua snaps, just for a moment. ]

You had no right!

[ Hanekoma stands his ground, but the shout makes him go tense and a little cold. He's bracing himself. ]

The city had to be saved.

[ Joshua's expression doesn't waver, but his words lower to barely more than a hiss. ]

You had no right.

[ He doesn't move. ]

I did my job.

[ Joshua's hands shake, and suddenly ball into fists. He looks almost like he's going to say something, but instead starts making his way around Sanae, trying to get out the door while at the same time not getting too close. ]

[ Hanekoma moves instantly to block the door. He can't let it end here. This isn't how it was supposed to play out. He wasn't ready to play his hand yet, not here in Luceti, not when back home he'd had a plan-- ]

Joshua.

[ He stops dead. ] Move.

[ He hesitates, knowing full well that trapping Joshua here will end badly, but finding it so hard to just let him go. The silence drags on a moment longer, and then Hanekoma steps carefully out of the way. ]

[ Joshua moves past him, keeping eyes locked on Hanekoma the whole time. When he finally makes it out into the hallway, it takes most of his self-control to say, as levelly as he can manage, ] We're going to have a nice chat later.

[ Then he disappears into the guest room just long enough to grab his journal before storming down the stairs. ]

[ He says nothing in return, just watches Joshua go with a deep too-calm sadness. When he hears footsteps down the stairs, Hanekoma moves slowly for the piece of paper on the floor and picks it up, letting his eyes wander over the words.

...thus, I've deemed it necessary to cross the boundaries Angels usually respect. I happily accept the stigma of Fallen Angel for this cause...

He crumples the thing abruptly and throws it, casts it away to some corner of the room. And then he stands in the quiet and stares out after Joshua, silent. ]

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