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voidtreckerexpress2020-10-07 04:14 pm
10billionpercent) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-10-07 04:14 pm
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[Closed] He isn't too old to sulk
Who: Senku and Gen, and Senku and Tidus.
Where: The quiet carriage, the kitchen
When: Horseshoe 17
What: After what can only be described as a diastrous bit of social interaction, Senku is not only in a terrible mood but he's isolating himself. At least, that's the plan.
Warnings: Tentatively, nothing.
[For Gen]
The first thing Senku did when he walked away, was look for somewhere private, which led him to the quiet car cubicle. He shut himself inside, flopped on the bench and did, what could only be described as sulking. He hated that. He'd much rather throw himself into a project.
He didn't have some back-breaking physical labour on hand though, he was on the train and it was much better to ignore his feelings with something to do. Feelings didn't matter, he told himself. They didn't accomplish anything.
Eventually he pulled out a pen out of boredom and looked at the ceiling. He reached up on the wall of the cubicle and tested the waters with a pen he pulled out of the arms band. It wrote okay, but it wasn't very clear. He needed a distraction.
He could be spotted briefly walking over to the art supplies and heading back with a couple of black markers in hand towards the quiet carriage.
[For Tidus.]
When he was finished with his redecorating, or vandalism project likely due to someone's perception, he'd moved onto doing something else to distract him.
Senku was back into the art supplies, at least, he had one of the sketchbooks on a table and in his hands a ruler and a pencil from his open, orange pencil case.
He didn't just draw for fun, nothing cute here, but instead he was drawing up blueprints for a fictional space station. He was working on the basic form, and if he still needed a distraction later, he might continue on to make separate inside spaces.
Technical drawing was different in that he wasn't doing very much freehand, not since he had a ruler. He could but why make it inaccurate? He started with the biggest shape that looked like a nonagon, but he also drew a miniature version up in the corner of the page that had more faded lines within it, he was intending it to be a dodecahedron.
The only indication that Tidus might get that he was still in a mood is that when he glanced up to see who was in his space is that he didn't stop working, his eyes went back down to the page as he divided his space station into sections with two vertical lines.
Where: The quiet carriage, the kitchen
When: Horseshoe 17
What: After what can only be described as a diastrous bit of social interaction, Senku is not only in a terrible mood but he's isolating himself. At least, that's the plan.
Warnings: Tentatively, nothing.
[For Gen]
The first thing Senku did when he walked away, was look for somewhere private, which led him to the quiet car cubicle. He shut himself inside, flopped on the bench and did, what could only be described as sulking. He hated that. He'd much rather throw himself into a project.
He didn't have some back-breaking physical labour on hand though, he was on the train and it was much better to ignore his feelings with something to do. Feelings didn't matter, he told himself. They didn't accomplish anything.
Eventually he pulled out a pen out of boredom and looked at the ceiling. He reached up on the wall of the cubicle and tested the waters with a pen he pulled out of the arms band. It wrote okay, but it wasn't very clear. He needed a distraction.
He could be spotted briefly walking over to the art supplies and heading back with a couple of black markers in hand towards the quiet carriage.
[For Tidus.]
When he was finished with his redecorating, or vandalism project likely due to someone's perception, he'd moved onto doing something else to distract him.
Senku was back into the art supplies, at least, he had one of the sketchbooks on a table and in his hands a ruler and a pencil from his open, orange pencil case.
He didn't just draw for fun, nothing cute here, but instead he was drawing up blueprints for a fictional space station. He was working on the basic form, and if he still needed a distraction later, he might continue on to make separate inside spaces.
Technical drawing was different in that he wasn't doing very much freehand, not since he had a ruler. He could but why make it inaccurate? He started with the biggest shape that looked like a nonagon, but he also drew a miniature version up in the corner of the page that had more faded lines within it, he was intending it to be a dodecahedron.
The only indication that Tidus might get that he was still in a mood is that when he glanced up to see who was in his space is that he didn't stop working, his eyes went back down to the page as he divided his space station into sections with two vertical lines.
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"I don't know what people said about you, do you really think I listened to any of that crap?" He asked with a wave of his free hand.
"Besides, none of it was probably true anyway, so just as well."
He hummed. "In school people thought I was weird. I know this seems shocking to you."
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He shrugged and grinned, completely playing up the idiot performer angle.
Gen then tilted his head a little at him. "Do you mean, most high schools don't have someone who tries to build their own space-worthy rockets? Yet another reason I'm glad I missed out."
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He rolled his eyes at the angle he was taking and gave him a look, did Gen really think he believed that about him?
"Ah, I don't think so." He commented. "Seems unlikely, since I can't think of anyone else who was doing that in my area." He likely would've known them. For some reason, most kids didn't really want to go to space.
"You couldn't have gone to school with me because mathematically, you would've graduated before I started high school." Senku pointed out. Their age gap was larger back then, and he happened to actually know that, which meant he'd read something about Gen in the modern world at some point.
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That's the second time that Senku had hinted that he followed him, at least a little, before the personification. Gen had teased him about reading his books before. His smile became sly.
"Why, my dear. You knew my biography, then? Kept up with me on social media? Helped edit my wiki page?" Gen teased. "I thought when you admitted to reading my books, your denials of further interest was too specific."
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Suddenly, he was painfully aware of making a small minute, mistake that Gen was gleefully pouncing upon.
Senku's eyes widened, he looked flustered then, to the point that he drew past his star a little bit. "Gah!" He flailed, blushing lightly.
"I did no such thing!" He pointed his marker at Gen. "I couldn't have cared less about your dumb, stupid, hack career." Then, Senku pointedly looked away and licked his thumb to correct his mistake, rubbing the black mark off the wall.
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"Wouldn't you normally say, that you didn't care one millimeter about my career, Senku-chan?" Gen asked, teasing a little. He got in close, but didn't touch, merely ... well he couldn't loom, they were basically the same height.
"I'm touched, my dear," Gen fully expected to get a marker scribbling over his face, soon. "Moved. Here I thought, I was admiring you before we even met, and yet all this time, you had thousands of years on me ..."
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"That...I...hn..." It was kind of hard to fluster him to the point he couldn't get a coherent sentence out, really, but it was a combination of that tone, his proximity and what he said that just made his brain short circuit just a little bit.
"You-" He accused, pointing his marker at him again, not writing on him of course. "You sound like some kind of dime store romance novel!"
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It startled enough that he blushed, too.
He straightened up, returning back to his previous spot, laughing and putting on his most innocent face possible. And, of course, pretending that blush wasn't there. "You - you always hate it when people get too gross and sappy, Senku-chan. You certainly would hate it if you were written like one of those characters."
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As always, Gen was so very accommodating with providing them both an out out of a potentially embarrassing conversation.
"Thousands of years." He scoffed, addressing that instead of protesting the level of sap in the room.
"Do you hear yourself? I didn't even know you then." He commented. "You're right though, I would hate to be written like that. Chasing after someone, baking them cookies, leaving notes for them..."
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He really hoped that Senku didn't realize Gen kind of met all of those criteria.
"It's a really good thing you're married to your science, my dear," Gen said brightly, still ignoring his blush, Senku was ignoring it, so it was totally working. "Science will never complain about how sappy you are when you write it a love letter of these constellations across this train car."
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He didn't quite make the connect that if he substituted things like cookies to cola, and secret messages instead of letters left in lockers like a schoolkid, that Senku himself met all the criteria when it came to Gen.
He huffed, a bit amused. "You can't be married to science. Pretty sure that wouldn't be legal." He turned to smirk at him a little bit.
"Constellations as a love letter? There's an interesting thought..." He hummed, considering it.
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He looked at the wall, with everything already drawn. "Well. Some people already find stars incredibly sappy and romantic. Since they're there throughout time, ever unchanging, they're pretty, so on and so forth. But you - you adore them for a different reason, because you're a scientist through and through. Of course your drawings here are an ode to the stars we're missing."
Any implications of them stargazing together so often Gen would definitely explain away.
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He didn't deny that, he was drawing the constellations because he missed them.
"I don't know, it'd be really awkward." Senku answered after a moment's thought. "If I had to get a second divorce."
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He uncapped his pen once more and leaned over to help Senku finish the constellation he was drawing.
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"I don't know if anyone could be better than science, but if I was going to marry someone for real, I'd probably want to make it worth it for them."
Senku leaned away now to continue their little project.
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It was dumb. Senku didn't really like people like that, which was fine. They had an entire conversation just now about how that was fine. And Gen wasn't lying about that.
"We'll just need to keep doing things to make science happy!" Gen said, light and there's not an embarrassed wobble to his voice at all, of course not.
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Gen wasn't entirely right. It wasn't that he didn't like anyone like that, but maybe he hadn't quite figured it out yet, because it might not look the same as what everyone else had.
"As always Mentalist, I'm counting on you."