Post by Kiyama Ryuichiro on Oct 2, 2010 22:42:22 GMT -5
OOC: OMG guys, I forgot about this post AGAIN. Apologies! I'm sorry I didn't do much with this post, either... but I know you guys can move it along~ :/
There was a bit of silence before Mizusawa began, and with a stutter. He seemed to do that a lot; maybe he should see someone about it...
"S-so... What do you guys have planned...for the weekend?"
Kiyama kept his eyes and mouth shut. He knew he didn't have anything planned for that weekend. He rarely did. He liked routine, and his routine was having no routine. He'd probably walk the town, do the arcade thing, or browse a few shops before going home for dinner like he did every other night of the week. The only question was the order he'd do things in.
He took a deep breath. He knew he wasn't the most exciting person in the world... or in the room for that matter, but he was content with it.
A gruff voice broke his train of thoughts -- Wataru. That damn Wataru, in Kiyama's spot in the tub...
"Weekend..maybe just go for a run on the beach? I dont know... Oh... do you have something planned that you wanna invite us along to, Mizusawa? Like something fun?"
There was a small break; Kiyama heard some shifting around, and felt some movement in the water around him. But Wataru promptly resumed speaking, as if the silence between his sentences was some kind of enemy he had to fend off.
"Anyways, where's Yuuta and everyone else? Let's do something this weekend then! I'm bored."
The redhead sure was talking quite a bit... but Kiyama had to admit, he always was the motormouth. But now, was it in spite of the tension on the room, or because of it?
"Hmmmm... what should we do..? Something fun! Ne, Ryosuke? Anyone got ideas?"
Well, Kiyama hadn't been a member of the club as long as the others, but they seemed to hang out together... a lot. Morning practice, afternoon practice; dinner at Azuma's, bath here at Tsuchiya's... It wasn't that Kiyama didn't like them, but it was just a lot. A lot a lot. The fact that everyone in the room was acting so damn weird and no one was addressing it didn't make him want to shoot the breeze with his teammates more than he already did any time soon.
Without opening his eyes, Kiyama sighed, and addressed the boys around him. "Shouldn't you wait until the others show to make any big decisions?"
Yet he knew that what he just said didn't matter. The members of the team that were there would figure out something to do, because they tended to get carried away like that. And even if someone didn't want to follow along, they would end up going with them whether they wanted to or not, much like Kiyama had found himself pressured to join them in this freaking bathtime unfun he currently found himself in the middle of.
And he did feel like he was sitting in the middle of something. Not necessarily physically, like he sat in the middle of that tub, but in the middle of something else...
Kiyama drew his brows in close, angry and frustrated with his stupid mind. He couldn't ever shut it off... ever. Especially then, when he could feel the unease radiating from the blonde yankee to his left and the... he couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely up with the second-year to his right.
Dammit.
He sank a bit in the tub, immersing more of his body in the soothing, hot waters. Bathhouses were places to relax after your long day, and not to be tortured with whatever real or imagined tension was surrounding him. Kiyama wished that he was half as aloof as he often tried to be, so he wouldn't be stressed out simply being around people that were stressing out. Then, he contemplated just getting up and walking away, but he had the feeling that would cause even more trouble, and then it would be his fault. And in the end, the others would definitely force him to stay, hence it becoming just that much more uncomfortable. For him, anyway.
So he would sit there and suffer.
Kiyama sank a bit more.
There was a bit of silence before Mizusawa began, and with a stutter. He seemed to do that a lot; maybe he should see someone about it...
"S-so... What do you guys have planned...for the weekend?"
Kiyama kept his eyes and mouth shut. He knew he didn't have anything planned for that weekend. He rarely did. He liked routine, and his routine was having no routine. He'd probably walk the town, do the arcade thing, or browse a few shops before going home for dinner like he did every other night of the week. The only question was the order he'd do things in.
He took a deep breath. He knew he wasn't the most exciting person in the world... or in the room for that matter, but he was content with it.
A gruff voice broke his train of thoughts -- Wataru. That damn Wataru, in Kiyama's spot in the tub...
"Weekend..maybe just go for a run on the beach? I dont know... Oh... do you have something planned that you wanna invite us along to, Mizusawa? Like something fun?"
There was a small break; Kiyama heard some shifting around, and felt some movement in the water around him. But Wataru promptly resumed speaking, as if the silence between his sentences was some kind of enemy he had to fend off.
"Anyways, where's Yuuta and everyone else? Let's do something this weekend then! I'm bored."
The redhead sure was talking quite a bit... but Kiyama had to admit, he always was the motormouth. But now, was it in spite of the tension on the room, or because of it?
"Hmmmm... what should we do..? Something fun! Ne, Ryosuke? Anyone got ideas?"
Well, Kiyama hadn't been a member of the club as long as the others, but they seemed to hang out together... a lot. Morning practice, afternoon practice; dinner at Azuma's, bath here at Tsuchiya's... It wasn't that Kiyama didn't like them, but it was just a lot. A lot a lot. The fact that everyone in the room was acting so damn weird and no one was addressing it didn't make him want to shoot the breeze with his teammates more than he already did any time soon.
Without opening his eyes, Kiyama sighed, and addressed the boys around him. "Shouldn't you wait until the others show to make any big decisions?"
Yet he knew that what he just said didn't matter. The members of the team that were there would figure out something to do, because they tended to get carried away like that. And even if someone didn't want to follow along, they would end up going with them whether they wanted to or not, much like Kiyama had found himself pressured to join them in this freaking bathtime unfun he currently found himself in the middle of.
And he did feel like he was sitting in the middle of something. Not necessarily physically, like he sat in the middle of that tub, but in the middle of something else...
Kiyama drew his brows in close, angry and frustrated with his stupid mind. He couldn't ever shut it off... ever. Especially then, when he could feel the unease radiating from the blonde yankee to his left and the... he couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely up with the second-year to his right.
Dammit.
He sank a bit in the tub, immersing more of his body in the soothing, hot waters. Bathhouses were places to relax after your long day, and not to be tortured with whatever real or imagined tension was surrounding him. Kiyama wished that he was half as aloof as he often tried to be, so he wouldn't be stressed out simply being around people that were stressing out. Then, he contemplated just getting up and walking away, but he had the feeling that would cause even more trouble, and then it would be his fault. And in the end, the others would definitely force him to stay, hence it becoming just that much more uncomfortable. For him, anyway.
So he would sit there and suffer.
Kiyama sank a bit more.