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Post by Sakine Meito on Jul 25, 2011 1:13:14 GMT -5
Meito sobbed helplessly into the counter, gripping the sides of the marble tight in his sweaty fingers. He could hear the bartender talking to them, but Meito paid no attention to what was said. He could feel Hakuo flopped over him, which just made him cry harder. He slowly sat up, wiping away the fluids leaking from nearly every opening on his face. Meito tried to make a straight face as he laid his hands on Hakuo's shoulders. "Y-Yo...Your hip bones..." Meito whispered, his voice filled with sorrow. "T-They... They make... me so sad!" He cried, rubbing the tears from his face. "W-Wh...Why are they so pointy? They shouldn't be so..." Meito stopped talking, for he began to wail like an idiot, tears falling rapidly.
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Post by Yowane Hakuo on Aug 5, 2011 0:26:57 GMT -5
((AHAHAHA I LOVE WHERE YOU ARE, MEITO. ;D))
Hakuo blubbered some more, unable to form coherent words for several minutes as he tried to come up with some form of comfort for his friend. He settled for throwing his arms around his bro's waist and sniffling into his shirt. "I'M S-SORRYYYYYYYYYY. I DIDN'T TELL THEM TO MAKE YOU SAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAD. AAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA" Without thinking he rubbed his face all over Meito's shirt, a mixture of tears and snot mixing into the fabric. As he inhaled again to go for a second round of sobbing, his eyes twitching uncontrollably from all the crying, a smell caught his attention and momentarily stunned him. He froze, mouth open to wail some more. What was that?
He leaned closer to Meito, sniffing curiously instead of desperately in an attempt to find out what it was. It seemed to be coming from the other man, but he couldn't tell what it was. Cologne, deodorant, perfume (he was too drunk to find that weird), natural? It smelled fantastic. He found himself just barely able to reach Meito's neck, but he continued to sniff without care. "You smell good." He mumbled into the skin.
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Post by Sakine Meito on Aug 16, 2011 12:41:10 GMT -5
The long rounds of sobbing continued. Meito didn't even care that Hakuo was practically using his shirt as a tissue, and just simply held his bro tight against him as they cried. He sniffled, rubbing his nose with his wrist as Hakuo stopped crying and began to smell him up. Almost as if the crying never happened, Meito began to giggle. "Aha! ~ That tickles." He snickered, finding the sensation of Hakuo's nose against his neck quite hilarious, in some weird way. Meito bent over, then took a whiff of Hakuo's own scent. "Mm. You smell nice too." He murmured, still giggling as Hakuo smelt him.
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Post by Yowane Hakuo on Aug 17, 2011 1:03:58 GMT -5
Neither men seemed to notice or care that the bartender had been getting increasingly agitated. Hakuo vaguely heard him shouting something about the counter they were sitting on before they were violently shoved to the floor. He landed hard, inebriation cushioning the blow, and looked back at the angry man in a somewhat shocked state. "Get out of my bar if you two are going to act like dogs." He said coldly, getting out from behind the counter to drag the two men to the door. The last thing Hakuo was aware of completely was the door slamming shut behind them as they were unceremoniously dumped onto the cold sidewalk outside.
Immediately the sniffles started again, him leaning against his bro for comfort. "That guy..that...that guy seemed so, so maaaad." He said in what he thought was a quiet manner, getting up after several minutes of just sniffling and leaning. He wobbled slightly but managed to stay standing. "So what...what do we do now?"
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Post by Sakine Meito on Aug 17, 2011 1:13:40 GMT -5
The entire time, Meito's mind failed to really process what was happening. He followed Hakuo out onto the street, the cold autumn air nipping at his cheeks. "Ahhn.. cold..." He muttered, enjoying when Hakuo pressed up against him. Meito's midriff was cold, for his shirt exposed it completly. "I-I don't know..." He faded off, rubbing the back of his neck. There wasn't really much to do now. Meito walked to the side, deciding that he was going to check to see if there was any buses coming down the road. Seeming as he was drunk and couldn't see properly, he crashed right into a stop sign, the pole hitting his forehead and cracking his nose. Meito instantly let out a loud wail, screaming loudly even though it didn't hurt all that much.
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Post by Yowane Hakuo on Aug 17, 2011 1:43:19 GMT -5
Following the sound of the wailing, Hakuo unevenly made his way over to Meito to see what was wrong.
His friend was hurt.
"HEY." He shouted at the rude, and hysterically shaped, person who had the audacity to hurt his friend. "THE FUCK IS WRONG WHICHU BUDDY WHY YOU DO DIS TO MY BRO? IM GONNA KICK YER ASS IF YOU DIN APOLOGIZE AND I AM SUPER SERIOUS RIGHT NOW DO YOU UNDERSTANDMEIMBEINGSOSRS." Halfway through his ranting Hakuo forgot what he was saying, his speech slurring into an incoherent mess that sounded to him perfectly understandable. He was seriously mad, how dare that bastard hurt his friend? To show the prick how serious he actually was, Hakuo pulled his half-formed fist back and smashed it into what he thought was a face.
It wasn't. His hand hurt and he couldn't understand why until he pulled it back to his chest. His knuckles were bleeding: he'd cut them open. This only angered him further, pushed him into grabbing what he thought was a neck and squeezing. All the while the gibberish he had been shouting hadn't stopped, only increased in volume the angrier he got at the jerk who had not only made his friend cry, but had made his hand bleed too.
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Post by Sakine Meito on Aug 17, 2011 1:56:11 GMT -5
"Hakuo!" Meito cried out, running forward to stop his friend. He wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, pulling him away from the sign. "St-Stop! It's okay! Really!" He slurred, still crying loudly for his face still stung. He buried his face into Hakuo's shoulder, trying to silence his own sobs. "Y-You... You hurt your hand bone things..." He frowned, seeming completly devastated by this. "A-All for me... You.... You're such a good bro!" He wailed out, squeezing the small, frail man tight in his arms. He released him after a moment, wiping away his tears. "Oh... we should probably take care of your hand, though..." He murmured, feeling guilty that his friend hurt himself attacking the rude man. "I hate you!" Meito wailed at the stop sign, not realizing that it was in fact a sign.
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Post by Yowane Hakuo on Aug 17, 2011 2:27:26 GMT -5
Wheezing in the most manly and brotastic of ways as Meito hugged him, for he was crushing his lungs in the process, Hakuo felt like such a BAMF. His hand didn't even really hurt because it was totally done in the most justifiable manner: his bro had been wounded. He really hated that offensive man though who absolutely refused to leave. He reached out, hugging Meito with one arm while giving the bastard jerky jerk-face the middle finger with his other hand. He then looked up at his friend.
"It's ok man." He slurred, not even sure what he really meant by what he was saying. It just felt like the right thing to say. "It's ok and I'm gonna be ok so you should also be ok, ok? For me?" He squeezed him closer, essentially smashing their sides together in a totally bromantic, no homo way. He wasn't sure why he thought that, it wasn't like it mattered if it was homo or not right? It was just his bro and their totally epic bromance they had going on. Totally great.
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Post by Sakine Meito on Aug 17, 2011 2:40:48 GMT -5
"Ok." Meito simply stammered in response, then looked back to the man who rudely rammed him in the face. He stared at him, shaking his head. "W-Who the hell is that skinny, anyway! Some fetus? Sheesh... pick fights w-with someone your own size." Meito blubbered, gripping tightly onto Hakuo in fear he would loose his balance and fall into traffic. "Oh... I-I live not too far from here. W-We could go there, and clean you up." said Meito, his eyes slowly closing and growing droopy. When Meito got drunk, he also got really sleepy. "...hnnn.. I'm tired..." He groaned, wrapping his arm around Hakuo's neck in a feeble attempt to keep himself standing.
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Post by Yowane Hakuo on Aug 17, 2011 3:36:55 GMT -5
Hakuo almost collapsed under the added weight of his friend leaning back on him but somehow managed to balance himself out. "Yeah I guess that'salright Immean as long as yer ok with it I guess that's cool." He stated, lamely motioning in random directions with his hands. "Dis is pertty exciting bro I mean we jus met today for the firssst time off the uh...the uh box thing and now I'm goin to your house. This is pretty sweet." He attempted to make positive signs with his hands, almost forgetting why in the process but eventually managing to make a thumbs-up sign. He was so totally ready to just walk to his friend's house and boss it, but he had no idea which direction they were supposed to go. He tried to get his bro to realize that they kind of had to move in order to get to his house, but all he could manage was a kind of weird whining noise.
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Post by Sakine Meito on Aug 17, 2011 15:19:23 GMT -5
Practically everything that Hakuo said flew over his head, and Meito responded by simply throwing his hand out in the direction of his small home. "Twoblockstha'way." Meito slurred, his mind foggy. He just kept getting worse and worse, as did Hakuo it seemed. "Da'houseislike..." He faded off, trying to think of a word to describe the colour of his home. "Itslike... muffins. It'smuffincolour'd." Meito cooed, finding his description to be the best in the world. There was no way they would possibly miss it now! "Hakuoi'msleepy." Meito continued to complain, letting his weight fall completly on the short, frail man.
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Post by Yowane Hakuo on Aug 17, 2011 16:06:16 GMT -5
"Oh man now 'm hungryyyy." The albino whined, basically hunched to his knees with the added weight of his friend going absolutely dead against him. He tried to summon all his remaining strength, letting the manly flow of helping a bro in need power him into not falling over, and started to awkwardly waddle in the direction his friend had pointed. The situation they were in kind of completely confused him; why the hell was he carrying someone if his hand was bleeding and he was kind of super drunk? He couldn't really ask though, the question had already flown out of his mind. Instead he just started walking, dragging his really tall friend along and occasionally papping him on the face to keep him awake.
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