February post

[savedbyasong]

Characters: Shion and his roommates and then Shion and everyone
Setting: His room and then around the tower. The first prompt is pre event roommate shenanigans, the second is Shion in the valentines event
Format: Either all
Summary: Roommate shenanigans for 2-12 and then Shion hating everyone he cares about
Warnings: valentines event, angry Shion, evil teddy bears, stuff like that.

[Room 1-12] The exhaustion had not gone away. He felt tireder than he usually did and it had been like this since he had arrived back from the place of nothingness and darkness.

He was sat on his bed copying out reports, Reno had told him not to worry about it but it was Shion's job and so he was determined to do it.

However it wasn't all that easy, especially when he found himself back in the place of nothingness, stuck there until he returned, falling back onto place on his bed.

"How long was I gone?" He sounds frustrated but resigned, it was hardly the first time it had happened.

[14th February] Shion had not had nightmares about teddy bears in a while. This wasn't, he had figured, because the fear of that overly long night had gotten any less but because there was so much that had happened that his mind could chose for nightmares.

But he awoke with a gasp, trying to shake away the memories of the dream. He got dressed, frowning as he noticed his bear, usually stuffed in the bottom of his trunk, was no longer there. He shook his head, refusing to think about it, he had probably put it in his locker or something.

He left the room and his frown darkened as he saw someone he knew, not wanting to waste time talking to them he turned to go in the other direction, planning to go and start his work in the library.

Comments

Staircase?

[midgarhorizon]

"Shion!" The voice is slightly irritable and definitely in grump mode. Reno had been on his way to see Shion, to talk about setting up a time where they could go over some papers, but the instant he saw the kid- no, young man- Reno's mood darkened. "I want to talk with ya! Don't walk away."

[savedbyasong]

Shion's face darkened as he saw exactly who it was. "You're not the boss of me, I can walk away if I want."

And he did so, turning his back.

[midgarhorizon]

That took Reno aback for a second, but only for a second. Angrily, he stomped over and grabbed Shion's shoulder to stop him. "Don't talk like that to me, kid. I said I wanted to talk!"

On Reno's forehead, there was an off center red heart painted there, matching the color of his hair. Of course, his bangs flopped over it, so it's a little hard to tell.

[savedbyasong]

Shion was spun around to face him and glared at him. "What if I don't want to talk to you."

[midgarhorizon]

"Tough. You're on the team, ya don't get the luxury of walking off. Now..." Reno frowned at him, folding his arms and trying his best to look intimidating. "I want to go over some of the papers with ya. An' then I promised Lancer we'd make a cake for Diarmuid and Waver. I musta been outta my mind but I'm gonna wind up cooking myself if ya don't come down and help."

Irritation with the kid surged, however, and he was downright scowling when he finished. The thought of doing all that with him made his skin itch, but damn it, he did promise. Nasty bunch of losers, anyway! It's a good thing Reno was so duty bound underneath everything, he'd just tell them all to shove off up their own butts.

"The hell is wrong with ya anyway?"

[savedbyasong]

Shion sighed, "Can't they make their own cake?" It was enough to make him figure he should go with Reno though, despite wanting to be alone. Reno was useless in the kitchen, he'd just end up setting fire to something.

"Nothings wrong with me." He glared at Reno, if Reno looked carefully he might notice the heart on Shion's neck, just below the collar. A slightly darker shade of red than his scar.

[midgarhorizon]

"Yeah, I'll believe that when you're not berserking all of the place whenever y'get angry." Reno rolled his eyes, pushing Shion slightly to continue going so they could get to an elevator and get supplies. "I'm surprised ya haven't destroyed the reports with one of your stupid fits."

Unfortunately, he wasn't looking too carefully, or he might have... and he didn't seem to notice the paper on either his or Shion's clothing.

[savedbyasong]

Shion glared at Reno, eyes even angrier than before. "At least when I write the reports people can actually understand them."

He walked faster so Reno wouldn't have an excuse to push him again.

[midgarhorizon]

"Oh cry me some tears. My handwriting isn't that bad." Reno's eyeroll knew no bounds. "Why'd I get in league with a whiny fussy coward like you, anyway?"

[savedbyasong]

"Like I know what goes on in your mind." Shion sneered at him, "It clearly isn't much."

He rolled his eyes, someone learned from his dad apparently. "Or maybe it's because your a coward yourself."

[midgarhorizon]

Reno stopped dead in his tracks there on the staircase, processing what Shion had just said. "Like you'd know. You can't even face me in a spar."

[savedbyasong]

There is cloying fear at the very thought of sparing with Reno, but it is distant and Shion can't remember why he would care. "I would spar you, you just never ask. You're not a very good teacher you know."

[midgarhorizon]

"W-..." Reno sputtered for a moment, his face turning red. Without another word, he punched Shion in the shoulder and turned around, stomping back up the stairs. "Fine, I don't need ya for a son or a student. You're a hopeless nutjob an' I'm glad to get rid of you."

[savedbyasong]

Shion stumbled back at the punch and shoved Reno back, hard. "You're firing me?" His eyes blazed, "Fine, does that mean I don't have to watch your pathetic attempt at baking?"

He looks ready to walk away, he wanted to be alone anyways.

[midgarhorizon]

Reno stumbled, but caught himself at the last second and turned angry eyes at him. "Yeah, go on! I don't need you!"

[savedbyasong]

"Fine." Shion glared at him and turned to march off down the stairs, "Don't come running back to me when you can't be bothered writing your own reports."