-Drabble
(theoretically) for yst100
on livejournal.
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words
-Gen
He
throws off the jest, with a smile. Walking through the shadows of the
subway station like he's casting every one. It shouldn't seem so
out of place, that confidence, but then Sai would be the first to
admit he never quite understood the machinations behind the
other boy's actions. A worrying air strikes up from the other
three, a tightness settling between eyes and lips and set of
shoulders. Kento makes a rude gesture in the commenter's direction
and throws an arm around Ryo's shoulders. And before Sai has a
chance to contemplate the possible routes their anger can take, he's
spun Ryo around and dipped him low over the cracked cement floor. The
change is immediate, the five of them laughing and loose about the
limbs. Rowen launches into an explicit (and decidedly embellished)
anecdote; Ryo's hair is briefly lost to shadow when they pass under
a broken light.
It smells faintly like ozone and Sai goes back to
wondering, what about the night makes them all burn a little
brighter.