Post by Souji Seta on May 14, 2009 15:38:05 GMT -5
(Tag for Yosuke, Rise and [eventually] Fu, but anyone else is free to join in -- OCs and canons alike -- before they get to Fu's car. Just make sure you're in mood to get a little baked.)
Souji Seta loved Inaba. It was quiet and peaceful (if you didn't count mysterious murders and TV portals to alternate dimensions...) and you could see stars at night. All in all, he felt at home here with his new friends and new life. And why shouldn't he? He was a good kid, had good grades, stayed out of trouble (for the most part) -- Inaba was a perfect fit for him.
Although there was something to be said for a certain expression Yosuke once laughingly bust out on a trip to Okina. You could take the boy out of the city, but there'd always be a little city in the boy.
Souji's little bit of city was currently resting in his back pocket -- his surprising prize for solving one of his jive-talking senpai's most recent mindbenders. Three sleek, hand rolled joints tucked neatly into a plastic bag. 'Sweet Lady Lucy', senpai had called it. Souji wasn't familiar with that term in particular, but he was familiar with the contents of the bag. He never actively sought it out, but when you lived most of your life as the Transfer Student there was never a shortage of people wanting to give you little Welcome To The Neighborhood presents. Inaba had been different in that regard -- or so he thought, apparently.
It was a good opportunity, though. He and Yosuke hadn't really been on speaking terms after a few awkward incidents over the past month. And while avoiding his best friend was a fine and dandy way of escaping an awkward conversation, it never failed to make the days less interesting. But this with summer vacation new and fresh...well, Souji could use a little interest in his days.
Or, in this case, the night.
In Fu's truck.
It was large and roomy in the back and she never used it, anyway. Anywhere in Inaba worth going to was walking distance, after all. Besides, seeing that Souji didn't have a car of his own (minus Dojima's, but that was a death sentence), he had to make due with what he had. Or rather, his friend had, but who was counting details?
He'd sent Yosuke a text earlier that night (namely, dude, ive got something to show you. meet me outside marukyu around 8. youll like this, promise.) and was now leaning against the smooth walls of Marukyu Tofu, flicking a small butane lighter on and off. The flame danced in the slight evening breeze, then blew out, making Souji realize he probably shouldn't waste what little fluid was inside (he'd stolen it from his uncle's drawer and who knew how little was left -- the man was a chimney). Shoving it back in his pocket, his gray eyes wandered to Shiroku. Buying some snacks in advance might be a good idea.
Last thing poor, quiet, peaceful Inaba needed was two boys running around late at night, giggling their heads off in search of something salty or fried.
Well, perhaps the last thing Inaba needed was two boys getting high as kites. But, hey. It's not like Inaba's ever going to find out, right?
Right.
Souji Seta loved Inaba. It was quiet and peaceful (if you didn't count mysterious murders and TV portals to alternate dimensions...) and you could see stars at night. All in all, he felt at home here with his new friends and new life. And why shouldn't he? He was a good kid, had good grades, stayed out of trouble (for the most part) -- Inaba was a perfect fit for him.
Although there was something to be said for a certain expression Yosuke once laughingly bust out on a trip to Okina. You could take the boy out of the city, but there'd always be a little city in the boy.
Souji's little bit of city was currently resting in his back pocket -- his surprising prize for solving one of his jive-talking senpai's most recent mindbenders. Three sleek, hand rolled joints tucked neatly into a plastic bag. 'Sweet Lady Lucy', senpai had called it. Souji wasn't familiar with that term in particular, but he was familiar with the contents of the bag. He never actively sought it out, but when you lived most of your life as the Transfer Student there was never a shortage of people wanting to give you little Welcome To The Neighborhood presents. Inaba had been different in that regard -- or so he thought, apparently.
It was a good opportunity, though. He and Yosuke hadn't really been on speaking terms after a few awkward incidents over the past month. And while avoiding his best friend was a fine and dandy way of escaping an awkward conversation, it never failed to make the days less interesting. But this with summer vacation new and fresh...well, Souji could use a little interest in his days.
Or, in this case, the night.
In Fu's truck.
It was large and roomy in the back and she never used it, anyway. Anywhere in Inaba worth going to was walking distance, after all. Besides, seeing that Souji didn't have a car of his own (minus Dojima's, but that was a death sentence), he had to make due with what he had. Or rather, his friend had, but who was counting details?
He'd sent Yosuke a text earlier that night (namely, dude, ive got something to show you. meet me outside marukyu around 8. youll like this, promise.) and was now leaning against the smooth walls of Marukyu Tofu, flicking a small butane lighter on and off. The flame danced in the slight evening breeze, then blew out, making Souji realize he probably shouldn't waste what little fluid was inside (he'd stolen it from his uncle's drawer and who knew how little was left -- the man was a chimney). Shoving it back in his pocket, his gray eyes wandered to Shiroku. Buying some snacks in advance might be a good idea.
Last thing poor, quiet, peaceful Inaba needed was two boys running around late at night, giggling their heads off in search of something salty or fried.
Well, perhaps the last thing Inaba needed was two boys getting high as kites. But, hey. It's not like Inaba's ever going to find out, right?
Right.