GINTAEWEEK 2017 DAY 1 - UMBRELLA/CRUSH
HOW LONG ROBERT? HOW LONG MUST WE PLAY THIS GAME?
If there is sillier than believing you can stop a rain by dancing and singing to it then it will be glaring daggers at it. If looks could kill then probably it still wouldn't work. He's at a point of drawing out his bokuto to slash every droplet that ever tries to touch Kabukicho. Forget the Amantos, the rain had made its way to the top of his hate list, well just second to his perm. Why now rain? He was just about to go out, grab a copy of Jump but then evil happens.
If only he has—"I'll lend you my favorite umbrella, so be sure to return it safe." Ding! He scrammed, ran towards his closet, well the one not occupied by his ninja stalker. And there it was, safely tucked in a corner—scratch the corner! It definitely is an altar, like those of ancient, family heirloom swords displaying ages of pride. He tried to shake the thought, he was probably too dazed, an aftermath of the battle. He probably thought it was the Benizakura. But deep inside he knows it's a terrible lie. He has grown attached with the brun—the umbrella! Umbrella? Yes, got a problem with that? It took good care of me. Without it I'll probably catch a col—Took care of you? I think we got it all messed up w/ who took care of you. You know, patched you up? What? He probably does. Oi! Every time he went on a battle, gets cut, battered and bruised, a smirk crawls its way to his face as an idea popped through his mind of how he'll whine like a boy to her and she lets him be, their normal after battle routine. It's probably the concussion! Probably, but deep inside he looked forward to the patching up, where she scolds him for being reckless, smacks his head for saying something ridiculous while he pouts and whines. He knows it's wrong to make her feel worried but the idea of her giving him attention sends him warmth throughout his whole being. I do not—You sound like someone caught watching AV. What? This is non-sense! And who are you? I am you. Well the 'not in denial you'. Indenial? Yes, why are you so stubborn? What are you afraid of? Afraid? Oi, I'm not afraid! Well if you aren't, then go! Get your ass off here and get the girl!
He hates the rain. For making him talk to h— Shut up! his not in denial self. For dragging his feet towards a route his whiny-little-boy-probably-concussion self even w/ eyes closed knows too well. I hate you! You're welcome! Now go knock!
Tch!
And so he does.