Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, 'Who put these bodies between us?'

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Hei and Misaki are at the bar, because apparently that the Place To Be for disfunctional couples. But they aren't hanging all over each other, flirting, kissing, or talking about the kids. They are sitting as far apart as possible while still remaining in the same space. Misaki sits in a booth, flushed, staring into space. Hei is at the bar facing the opposite direction, drink in hand. Bandaged hand; he appears to have torn it up rather badly.


Reality sucks sometimes.]





[[Experiment end]]

Comments

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

You don't have to go through it at all. [Draws away enough to stand by herself. With the support of the table.] This isn't your problem, really.

[didorothy]

[not letting go of her]

No, it is. Drunkards and unreality are my specialties. And I don't leave mates hanging.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Starts to say, rather irritably, that she is not a drunkard, but then just makes a noise of meh instead.] How exactly are we getting there?

...and on second thought, my flat has more space.

[didorothy]

I'll walk you. How about this: we'll pop off the plane, and whichever place we're closer to is the one we'll go to. Deal?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs and winces] All right then.