35th Candid Photo

[pygmalion_perv]

[It's Sunday!  A glorious, sunny, springtime Sunday!  And there's no school tomorrow!  Clearly, this is the perfect time for a date with Shirley!  That's Hachibe's general thought pattern as he heads over to 1664 Nelson Street, anyway.  Of course, when he gets there, he's confronted with a cheerful drone asking him about the homework they got assigned to do over spring break instead.  Shoving his way past her, Hachibe storms up the stairs to her room, rummaging through closets as the drone yells at him for being a pervert and going into a girl's bedroom without permission.  After a while of tearing through stuff, he doesn't find what he was looking for, and excuses himself and leaves.]

[Action; around town]

[After leaving Shirley's house, Hachibe can be found slinking back home looking like a kicked puppy.  Contrary to his usual upbeat demeanor, he's got his eyes cast downward and his hands in his pockets as he trudges along.  Every so often he sighs deeply, lifting a hand to rub at the corners of his eyes before continuing on.]

[Phone; unfiltered]

Hahahaha!  Who needs love anyway!  Am I right, guys?  How could I ever have been so stupid?  I knew it all along - it's all about the parts!

[Denizens of 1250 Williams Road will find Hachibe up in his room late Sunday evening cleaning up his room and rearranging things.  In particular, he can be found cutting the eyes out of all the pictures of Charlotte Yeager that used to be hanging up around his room and putting them in shoeboxes in his closet.  After staring for a while at the last such picture, he tucks it into the back of a book and puts it in the back of one of his desk drawers.  After that's all done, he can be found sitting on his bed lazily flipping through some of the porn magazines he regained a few months back, looking at it with an almost bored expression on his face.]

Comments

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Guess I can't hide it, huh.

[Hachibe sighs a little, sitting down at one of the tables.]

Yeah, a soda sounds good right about now.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[Deadpan, so deadpan even though she was told to smile, she sucks at it]

"I'm good at reading people."

[She goes inside and gets a soda placing it on the table]

"It probably won't help, but, if the soda does make things better so much the better. If not, I would be a bad waitress if I left a customer unhappy."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

I bet you're pretty popular with the customers, huh?

[swirling his soda with the straw before sipping]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Taiwan says I should smile more, but I'm not very good at it. Though, if I get enough in tips maybe I can get a swimsuit for the break."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

That's okay, some guys are into the whole 'cute waitress who never smiles' thing. There's a fetish out there for everyone, after all.

[He pulls out a few dollars to hand over to her.]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, but, I just like wearing costumes. It may make me a little strange but..."

[She takes the money and bows]

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Nah, I've met way stranger people.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure, that's why I only said a little strange. But that being said, thank you."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

I'll never make fun of someone for liking what they like. I know how it feels. So you're welcome.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Not a lot of people are that understanding."

[She nods]

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

It's a little easier to sympathize when you've been singled out yourself for something like that, I guess.

[He finishes off his soda.]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"That is true. But our eccentricities are what keep us from getting turned into..."

[She peers out into the street and shakes her head a bit]

"I think in some ways the town attacks those who are the least blind in conformity to make the rest of us.... Hrm... Sad?"

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Hmm... you really think so? I never thought of it that way.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"I am me. Me is not like this place. But I'm boring too, so, maybe that's why I've avoided anything truly terrible other than most of my friends being droned recently. They tended to do big things with explosions and such and maybe that got attention. I don't know, its so hard to compile any useful data on this place at all."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Well, it's usually easier to get by if you keep your head down, I guess.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"I guess.. Still, it is depressing."

[She blinks]

"I've... Been not helping, haven't I? I apologize, I've been a bit of an idiot as of late."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's okay. I just need to deal with it.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you need someone to listen, I can do that, I can also bring sodas. Much more than that, I do understand many things just have to be done on your own."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

[Hachibe sighs a little, but then smiles.]

It's nothing anyone can really help. My girlfriend is gone.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Well... While I've never been in love, or had intimate feelings for anyone... I know what its like to have lost family. I don't think that its a pain that goes away quickly, but, tomorrow, for Easter, I think they're starting a bunny girl motif here. Sometimes maybe its best to try and distract yourself from the initial pain, till, it becomes more a numb hurt..."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

That's okay, bunny girls were never really my thing. But I'll still come visit you and Taiwan anyway.

And yeah, distracting myself is probably a good idea.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a book or a video game then? I am sorry, especially given the timing."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Yeah, maybe. And I'll probably still go to the prom anyway.

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

"Then you can tell me how it was. As it stands right now I'll probably be here."

[pygmalion-perv.livejournal.com]

Really? No date? Or do you just not like dances?