colourtune: (polychrome attitude)
SHIORI ([personal profile] colourtune) wrote in [community profile] 4wallshowroom2015-05-07 07:56 pm

( THREE )

WHO: Shiori ([personal profile] colourtune) and Vincent ([personal profile] justcrywolf).
WHERE: Museum, first floor, Vincent's apartment.
WHEN: Week one, Wednesday evening.
WHAT: Some nourishment for their relationship. And their souls. And Vincent's back.
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[She stops in front of the door to his quarters. There's a small name plate on comfortable eye-level, too. Vincent Fortesque (Ban-san Fortesuku). Just in case she didn't know who she's here to see.

A melodious series of knocks and she takes the politest of steps back, waiting for him to answer. Open. Let her in. She isn't afraid that he won't. Relationships are weird, aren't they? She's been in her own share of them at this point, through the mill, she thinks. But a friendship is something else entirely and honestly, right now... If she had to choose between some nameless girl and Vincent to rescue off a deserted island, Vincent would be in the boat with her before she could even speak his name. Sex is overrated (not really) and to see him happy is more orgasmic than anything.]
justcrywolf: (hell yes rocketship)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-07 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's been home for an hour at the most. His apartment looks chaotic - pictures spread out on the floor, on tables and drawers. And the door to his newly-appeared print room (?) is completely ajar, the humming sound of the machines warming up a constant undercurrent in the otherwise quite space. He's busy, focusing on a particular image, trying to decide whether it'll work or not when someone knocks on his door, his initial reaction being to startle. After all, last time someone entered his room… well. Whatever. This time, at least they aren't barging in - of course they aren't, because it's not just anybody, is it?

Crossing the room to let her in, righting his white shirt slightly on the way and running a hand through his hair, he unlocks the door and lets it fall open soundlessly, the hinges as well-oiled as the rest of this fucking concept. Shit. He looks down, giving her a genuine albeit slightly faded smile.]


Coffee or tea?
justcrywolf: (modern tech is awesome)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-07 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Watching her as she walks past him, his smile warms a bit at the sight of her; she looks lovely. Comfortable. Better clothes than he usually sees her in, sure, but then again, she did say they'd stocked her apartment with designer shit, didn't she? He's glad. His tiny queen is very much deserving of looking the part. Closing the door and locking it for good measure, he heads towards the kitchen counter quickly, movements still a little stiff and abrupt.]

This place can do everything, apparently. Maaya's got a room shit-full of paint supplies, it's crazy. [He gets two cups from far above the counter, all-white porcelain, simple and clear-cut in style. As he prefers it. Ew, this place. He gestures with a hand towards the living space behind him.] Sorry about the mess. Feel free to sit down somewhere if you can find a free spot.
justcrywolf: (days gone)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-07 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. She arrived same time as I did.

[Gathering all the necessary stuff, he gets the coffee machine going, grinding the beans noisily and leaving a warm, comforting scent of fresh coffee hanging in the air. Mmm. He could use a cup, really - it's just that until her arrival, it hadn't occured to him. He's been too busy, creating. He's not taking any more of their punishments, no matter what his pride might say. Warming up the milk, he scratches his shoulder absent-mindedly with one hand - apparently, sand gets in everywhere and he already knew that, didn't he? From an altogether different sort of context.]
justcrywolf: (was it love at first sight)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-08 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Milk almost done, coffee's ready - he's just about to mix it together in the cups when she speaks. Hand pausing in the air, midway between a thought and a grasp, he tries to come up with an answer that won't be awkward. 'Tis but a flesh wound! Well sure, if she'd ever actually watched the movie… Shaking his head slightly, he just gets going, filling up the cups one at a time and taking as much care as his lightly trembling hands will allow.]

Sorry, I didn't realise. [One cup down, one to go. The smell is delicious - and seeing as this one is for her, he manages to create something resembling a music note on the surface. Okay, it could have been prettier. He scowls, picking up the cups and moving towards the sofa arrangement carefully.] Can't believe he hit me that hard, that's fucking overkill.
justcrywolf: (8)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-08 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow! Managing not to throw the cups to the wind or topple them over onto his oh-so-precious photos of Versailles (why is Versailles even in this place? Why why, fucking why), he turns towards her slightly, awkwardly, not about to pull his shirt out of her hands and reject her attention. Sure, if he could have chosen, he wouldn't have shared quite this much but he did ask her over for the sake of her company, not just to look at her expensive designer clothes.]

Yeah. Like I said, don't play around with them.

[If nothing else, he makes for a great emphasis, doesn't he. If it keeps her out of trouble, then maybe it's worth it to some extent.]
justcrywolf: (sparkles darling)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-08 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's kind of at a loss for words for a moment, really, because he hadn't meant to make her work for her coffee, let alone… well. Guess that's what getting mothered feels like, sort of. Weird. Drawing away from her, he gestures towards the door at the other end of the living room, only partially closed.]

Look, you don't have to do that. [What a stupid thing to say, like she doesn't already know.] Why don't you try that coffee, tell me what it's like.

[He's not trying to snub her but honestly, a shower later will do just as fine. Besides, he's not wild about pouring anything besides water into whatever's on his back because it hurts like shit on its own already.]
justcrywolf: (12)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-08 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. He takes a deep breath, deciding to overhear the part of his brain screaming at him to keep his fucking clothes on - he likes Shiori and if he tells her to get lost with her good intentions, he might as well slap her in the face while he's at it. Not about to happen, whether his mind likes it or not. Shouldn't even be a fucking dilemma in the first place. Shrugging out of his shirt and hanging it over the back of a nearby chair, he takes the T-shirt from her after a few seconds of hesitation. Shifts in his seat enough to turn his back on her since she's so very insistent.]

When I came home, there was a giant printer-room attached to my apartment. [Sigh.] Fucking freaky shit.
justcrywolf: (14)

[personal profile] justcrywolf 2015-05-08 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He jumps. There's no other words for it and most of her last sentence is lost as he yelps, hands flailing in the air in front of him. Shit. Shit, that hurts. It feels like she's actively raking her nails down his back and what the fuck, what the fuck!]

Fuck! [Jerking away from her completely automatically, it takes a conscious effort to lean back again, into reach of her hand and that terrible, terrible cloth full of hatred. Ow. Jesus Christ.] Aah, that's… Um…

[No words. Okay, so he's an expert at communication but... Shoot him. Please.]