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Post by Yamamoto Nao on Jun 23, 2012 22:35:04 GMT -5
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Once he was finally dressed, Nao grabbed his wallet and phone and then exited the apartment, locking it on the way out and jumping down the stairs towards the sidewalk. He wasn't too sure as to why he was in such a good mood today, maybe it was because he could finally get that good for nothing girl out of his hair once and for all. He had lost interest in her for a while, but he had tried to give her a chance to redeem herself and gain his attention back. But alas, she had failed terribly. Whipping out his phone, Nao searched his contacts for the annoying woman's name and opened the text box to send her a message. 'I think it's time that we brake up.' Now he know that he said he would think of ways to brake up with her, but what better way than over the phone? It would lessen the girl's dignity he was sure of that, and embarrass her in front of her friends. She would feel so ashamed.
And if she would want to meet him, whoops... He accidentally deleted her number, oh well~
Walking with a skip in his step, he finally reached his destination after a few, what seemed like long, minutes. Entering the shop, he inhaled the delightful aroma of coffee while he walked up to the counter to order his usual. After ordering he grabbed the cup (boy that was a quick make) and headed to his regular seat, by the window and in the back of the shop where he had his privacy, but could also look at all the occupants in the shop. Let's see who his next play thing could be~
Looking down when his phone let out a little chime, he read what seemed to be a text threat from Aya. Chuckling, he laid his phone down on the table and watched in interest as the screen lit up alerting him that he had an incoming call.
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[note:...  I HOPE IT'S AN OKAY START!]
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Post by sakurai saburo on Jun 24, 2012 1:05:04 GMT -5
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He woke up alone in his apartment, and by the time he’d rolled out of bed with a pounding headache and a suitable disheveled appearance, it was past noon and there was sunlight streaming into his bedroom. Saburo’s first waking thought was of caffeine (well, actually it was of more alcohol, but he pushed that aside fairly quickly). He’d barely gotten to the kitchen before deciding that he wasn’t up for brewing anything himself – there was a Starbucks a short walk away, and besides that the fresh air would do him some good. It gave him motivation to actually get up and get himself ready, too – otherwise he might have spent the entire day lounging around his apartment.
A quick, cold shower woke up him a bit more, and he dressed in what was usual for him – the dark, flamboyant and theatrical looking sort of clothing that he could get away with as an artist. Even his hangover hadn’t dampened Saburo’s concern with aesthetics, and he took the same care he did every day in maintaining his appearance. Though even by the time he’d left his apartment his hair hadn’t completely dried, he ran a hand through the long damp locks, sweeping them over his shoulder and out of his face and deciding to let them air dry.
When he stepped outside, Saburo raised a hand to his face to shield his eyes from the blinding daylight as they readjusted to the brightness. The light remained an irritation, but the fresh air (as fresh as it could get in the heart of the city) did put him in a slightly better mood. The walk wasn’t a particularly long one, but he felt admittedly better by the time he’d gotten to Starbucks, the smell of coffee that wafted in from only improving his mood further.
It didn’t take him long to spot a familiar face in the coffee shop – Nao – Saburo supposed he was akin to a high school sweetheart. Despite not ending on the best of terms, the two seemed to have settled into something of a friendship, though there was evidently something a good deal more complex bubbling beneath the surface. Right now, in this coffee shop, they were just high school friends meeting by chance. Saburo acknowledged the other man with a nod and a small smile, a wordless greeting, before he went to order his drink. He watched the other man with mild interest and a slight smirk as he waited for his order to be prepared – Nao had changed a lot since high school. He looked more mature, more confident; yet Saburo couldn’t help but still see him as the vulnerable kid that he’d been when they’d first met – and it wasn’t as if he had gotten any less vulnerable in certain situations.
Receiving his drink and having paid, Saburo crossed the distance between them at a leisurely pace, not bothering to ask if he might join the younger man. He took a seat right beside him, following Nao’s gaze to the ringing phone that lay on the table. “Popular as always, Nao-kun.” His voice was soft, yet his tone playful, and he raised an eyebrow as he glanced between Nao and the still ringing phone, as if to ask if he were going to take the call.
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Post by Yamamoto Nao on Jun 24, 2012 14:55:40 GMT -5
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He groaned as his phone started ringing again, Nao kept his gaze towards the window, not wanting to know exactly where Saburo had decided to sit. Though, he couldn’t stop himself from jumping slightly when he heard the soft, familiar voice of the person who he was actually trying to avoid eye contact with. ”…Do you always just sit somewhere that other people are sitting?” Nao’s icy tone slipped out, breaking his usual cheery demeanor instantly. Nao lightly cursed under his breath as he snatched up his phone and hit the ignore button harder than necessary, he was already irritated why did he have to come and sit with him of all people. Nao wouldn’t mind Saburo sitting with him, if he trusted himself not to blurt out anything that would bring the conversation to their high school years.
A chime from his phone once again signaled that he had a text. Nao's ruby eyes narrowed as he finally slid his attention to the screen only to see that the girl, Aya, definitely wanted to meet. Oh well, deleting the message, Nao turned back towards the male next to him. Cheery façade once again plastered on his face. ”Sorry about that.” he wasn’t too sure what he was apologizing for, whether it be the snappy comment he made earlier, or because phone kept distracting him from pay attention to the other person sitting at the table. Nao was already making a fool of himself, and here he thought he could show Saburo that him leaving wasn't affecting him what so ever. Which it wasn't, Nao didn't think about it too much, at least not until he wanted to show his face here in Starbucks while Nao was here.
Though it wasn't Saburo's fault that he came around the same time that Nao had come. 'I should have just staid at home...' he thought to himself as he scanned his companions appearance, he didn't care if he got caught doing it, it wasn't like he was checking him out or anything, he just wanted to see how much Saburo had changed since the last few years they haven't seen each other. Back in high school they were attached at the hip almost being the keyword. "So how has life been treating you~?" Nao wasn't going to let Saburo's presence make him uneasy, not at all. He can deal with talking to him about things, he was sure of it.
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[Note: Such a crappy post, AMG it took me forever to think of how I wanted it to go, and it just doesn't make sense to mee.]
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Post by sakurai saburo on Jun 24, 2012 21:01:08 GMT -5
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POWER AND CONTROL [/style] [/style] [STYLE=width: 270px; height: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa435/rumdarjun/Untitled-5.png); -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; opacity: 0.9; float: left;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; width: 150px; height: 20px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #dadada; margin-left: 15px; padding: 7px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em;] yeah you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art.
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The acidic tone he spoke with was a bit surprising to Saburo, though he only gave a light laugh at Nao’s decision to forego a conventional greeting. Of course he supposed he had a right to be a little rude, considering the coldness with which Saburo had severed their ties. He lost interest in everyone eventually, even the once-young-and-innocent-Nao, and once he’d started art school, didn’t want to be tied down to some high school kid anymore. And as always, he’d made it what he considered a clean break – we’re over, don’t contact me again. He hadn’t really seen Nao since then, hadn’t cared to find out how he coped with the break off, but Saburo had assumed he’d gotten over it by now. Though, it was clear that there was still some degree of bitterness that Nao felt towards him, given his reaction. It was strangely satisfying for Saburo to see that he could still unsettle Nao like that even after all this time, and he smiled, took a sip of his drink, and placed it on the table as a sort of indication of finality, that he wasn’t planning to leave quite yet.
Nao seemed to have lost a bit of his composure, and Saburo let himself be ignored in favour of his cell phone for a moment or two to regain it. Once his attention was back on Saburo, he seemed to have calmed down enough to let out a nonchalant apology, to which Saburo gave a forgiving shake of his head, an ‘it’s fine’ sort of gesture. He could feel Nao’s eyes on him, and he smiled, returning with a quick scrutiny of his own. Saburo had always been an eccentric sort, an artist even back in high school, though he was similarly easily bored enough that he felt the need to change his appearance up every so often. He’d always been feminine and delicate looking, drawn towards rather theatrical clothes, and as of recently he’d taken on a slightly more aristo-gothic style, long hair, dark clothes, heavy accessories. Not to mention he’d been one of the luckier sort of art school drop outs, striking it rich not long after he dropped out – and without any real ambitions or goals to save up for he liked to spend his money on frivolities like clothing. All in all, he hadn’t changed overall very much – longer hair, nicer clothes and a more mature sort of gothic, but not much change in his general aesthetic. But either Nao had changed quite a great deal since high school, or Saburo’s memory wasn’t as clear as it once was.
“I’ve been doing well - turns out I didn’t need art school after all.” He paused, wondering if Nao even knew that he’d dropped out – probably not, though his words had made the fact obvious enough. “My art’s been pretty successful, I get by.” The last part might have been a bit of an understatement, but Saburo didn’t want to make him any more uneasy than he already was – not quite yet, at least. Besides, it wasn’t as if Nao would have caught much drift of Saburo’s popularity unless he followed the art world. “And you?~” Saburo had lost romantic interest in Nao years ago, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious as to what become of his high school lover.
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Post by Yamamoto Nao on Jun 30, 2012 1:26:22 GMT -5
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Nao eyed Saburo from the corner of his eyes. He actually wanted to know how he was doing? Nao couldn't help but get a little angry and let out a frustrated sigh as he went to sit up straight, arms getting crossed. Frowning, he wanted to try and avoid the whole subject of what he has been up to. But it was a lost cause now. "Well, I too have been going to art school... Still am." he corrected himself, he wasn't going to drop out of school, Nao wasn't going to follow Saburo's footsteps like a lost puppy. Like how it was in high school. To think that he actually use to be like that, that’s why he hates being around Saburo now, he didn’t want to go back to his old ways. Not like it would happen anyway, they were never going to be on romantic terms again, Saburo made that clear when he up and left Nao high and dry after graduating.
Nao was the one that didn't want to bring up the whole ditching problem, and yet here he was thinking about it like it was the most important thing in the world. He felt like a drama queen sitting there and just thinking about all of the things he could say to Saburo. Things such as 'Why did you leave?' or 'Did you really actually like me?' He wanted to ask those questions and many more... But he settled for something more appropriate. "...It seems your style has gotten a lot more unique" He didn't want to make the whole reunion awkward, so he thought trying to be nice was the best way to go for right now.
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Post by sakurai saburo on Jul 4, 2012 0:05:05 GMT -5
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Still he couldn’t help but feel like he knew Nao better than most people did, even after all this time. He had certainly changed since they had last spoken (at the very least he didn’t look heartbroken this time), but Saburo could still recognize a lot of the same mannerisms and reactions. In a similar way, Nao knew Saburo, a different side of the calm and collected man. Most people would have never taken Saburo for being the possessive and passionate lover he was, but that was a side reserved for his boyfriends, or as he preferred to say, muses.
Nao seemed reluctant to talk about himself, and Saburo wondered if perhaps he was jealous of his success. It was admittedly kind of cute, the way he resorted to pouting, so easily upset by even the simplest of questions on Saburo’s part. Even getting the answer off his chest didn’t seem to put Nao at ease, and while part of Saburo relished the fact, he didn’t show it, keeping up a nonchalant grin. ”You still paint, then? I’d love to see your recent work sometime.” Part of the offer was out of politeness, and the other part was genuine. Although Saburo liked to consider himself an all-around artist, and he could draw passably, it wasn’t his forte, nor where his interests lay. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate other mediums. The fact that the two of them were artists had been how they’d met and gotten to know each other, after all.
He gave an amused chuckle, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip. ”Unique..? Well, I guess you could say that, there aren’t many other artists doing what I do.” Unique was one of the less harsh words that often described his work, it just went to show how uncomfortably large the gap between them had grown, that Nao used such tame and polite words. Part of Saburo’s success came from the controversy that surrounded it – whether it was an aesthetic study of the male form or just porn. And Saburo couldn’t help but wonder if Nao felt any sort of jealousy or bitterness over the two of them when he saw Saburo’s work. It was no secret that he took a very hands-on approach with his models, and Nao knew that from experience, too; from when Saburo first began experimenting with his photography in high school. And Saburo couldn’t resist bringing up the fact, if only to tease Nao. ”And, if I may say so, you certainly helped in developing my style.” He took another leisurely drink, before placing the cup back on the table and meeting Nao’s eyes, gauging his reaction.
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