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Oikawa "whats good" Tooru ([personal profile] pinpointing) wrote2015-06-14 03:39 pm
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[personal profile] catenate 2015-06-14 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm going to regret celebrating. [But it looks like he doesn't have a choice, not while Mr Obnoxious is slumping onto him and forcing the cupcake closer.

He stares at his hand for a moment, before slapping at it.]
I'll take it with us.

[He's more concerned with getting out of here than playing Happy Birthday.]
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[personal profile] catenate 2015-06-14 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't actually answer the question, he shouldn't need to, but he does stand and hold out the cupcake for Oikawa to take. They should have paper to wrap it up in.] Put that away too, I'll have it later.

[Hopefully it won't get squashed, but if it does it's not the end of the world. He'll probably forget about it soon enough anyway.]

Alright. [He thinks over places he hasn't tried to look for yet in the meantime, though given that people keep adding stuff to the bulletin board, he might try again. First, he'll head back to the locker rooms too. Extra clothes might be good to keep with them while trying to sleep.] Don't send me stupid stuff in the meantime though, even if you're bored.

[He reaches out then, gripping his shoulder and looking him in the eye.]

It'll work out.

[Somehow.]
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[personal profile] catenate 2015-06-15 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Not yet. [He'd rather they work on getting sorted before settling down to do anything else. Set up a safe zone, round up people and everything. He might be able to relax a little more then.]

These can call too, so if you need to use that as well. [He gives his shoulder a squeeze, letting go after a little longer than necessary.

He feels uneasy about it, but they don't have time for anything else.]
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[personal profile] catenate 2015-06-17 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It's more painful than usual to see him pretend all was okay, or rather, it's different and 100% understandable. A dangerous territory, in a sense. Maybe they'd all learn to cope like that if they ended up stuck here, he doesn't know.

His hands feel emptier now, but he reminds himself that he just needs to go back to the classroom, then his locker and take another look around. It'll be alright.]


I'll keep it in my hand.

[He lets him go first though too, letting his phone stay say on the table from that dumb birthday text, before he finally picks it up to squeeze it tight. Don't get hurt.]