[Closed] He isn't too old to sulk

[10billionpercent]

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.

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[fun_thementalist]

Gen didn't exactly have a sixth sense about when Senku was in a bad mood. It'd be useful, of course - he'd be braced for a large project in the village or onboard the Perseus if he knew Senku needed to get something worked out of his system.

But he was his closest friend and there's just not that many places to look on a train if he wanted to hang out with him. Gen recognized a particular non-expression on Senku's face as he walked with his markers toward the quiet cars, and.

Whose beds did he need to short-sheet? Gen was technically a pacifist but he could and would make someone's life hell.

He followed Senku into the quiet car without a word, slipping inside if he wasn't stopped with a cheeky little smile.

[blitzcheer]

That was what one would call a disaster.

And that Senku would be out of it in some way, confused or otherwise - Tidus couldn't blame him. Neither (or none) of them saw that discussion going in that direction, and after it was done, he wanted to at least check up on Senku. See how he was doing, maybe even explain what he thinks happened. But really, he didn't want to leave Senku completely alone, or not chat with him at some point. Though everyone getting to take ten wasn't that bad of an idea.

Plus, it takes Tidus a while to find Senku. Where to find a guy you aren't sure of his preferred hang-outs, but luckily, Tidus does after a while. The flicker of a look his way and then discarded, and oh boy.

"Hey, Senku..." he starts, sounding a little exhausted. "Mind if I join you?"

sneaking in here with my special prompt

[flatteries]

Inigo feels awful as he drags his feet over to where Tidus let him know Senku would be. Not since he doesn't want to - of course he wants to talk, apologize, explain.. whichever. Tidus mentioning something about helping Senku out too, but today may be a little too soon for that, with how raw all of Inigo's emotions still feel. But he knows he has to at the very least talk with the other. He had already wanted to the moment he saw Senku walk away, misunderstanding, but Tidus had told him to cool down first.

So he had. Or. Well. Not really. Inigo still doesn't feel very much less anxious than back there as he's heading towards where Senku is. Even with Tidus having explained the situation to him, he still worries he'll do something wrong - because Inigo always does. It feels like an inevitable fact of life, especially lately.

.. but he has to try. Inigo knows. So he sucks in a breath, trying to toughen up.

"Senku..?" He says once he's found the other, though keeping a respectable distance. His own voice feels foreign to his ears. Like he's having an out of body experience. "Do you.. have a minute? Is it okay if I talk?"