hikaruorkaoru | Fourth Pattern ; voice, drawing

Fourth Pattern ; voice, drawing

This place is so stupid.

[As he talks to the journal, he's sketching.

This place is great for his creativity, he's realized... but that's because there's nothing else to do. He hasn't left his apartment in a few days except to steal food from the communal kitchen.

Being forcably dragged back into the mindset of having Kaoru and only Kaoru to rely on... didn't go away easily. He'd missed his brother before, but it's only gotten worse since then.]

The people in charge are idiots. Why would you only kidnap one? It still doesn't make any sense.

[He might not realize that he can be heard right now. He hasn't been exactly careful about where his hand's brushed in the journal.]

We're not supposed to be apart.

(Original picture for the dress designs found here.)

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I've already got two offers.

So you make clothes, too??? I don't really know how to sew all that good. Mommy tried to teach me to help fix our clothes once but I kept stabbing myself.

[ her voice is filled with awe. HOW COOL a skill is making clothes? ]

Yeah, Kaoru and me used to stab ourselves, too. That's how you learn, though. You do it enough, you stop doing it.

I knew it! Are they anything you would accept?

One's going to make me food, and the other person's either finding me a sewing machine or making me jewellery, I think.

I can't wait to see your work around town.

So which of you shall handle the business portion and which shall be main designer?

All of it's straight down the middle. We'll do the books together and the designs together.

[Okay, more like 60-40 each way. Because, in his opinion, Kaoru's designs are better, so he'll pick up the slack by working the books more.

But that's between them.]

[This problem had never really occurred to him.]

Why don't you just share it?

We're going to. That's our version of splitting it. We're partners.

[They really were inseparable - almost to an unnatural degree. She knew that twins tended toward relying upon each other, but she'd never seen it go this far.]

Two minds are greater than one, as they say.

Have you eaten today? I was about to make something.

I... had a sort of late breakfast early lunch thing, but I haven't gone out for dinner yet.

[He was glad for the difference in topic. Talking about Kaoru... It hurt.]

Thirty minutes wait wouldn't be too long, would it? I was about to start cooking.

...No. That'd be fine.

I... can come over. If that'd be easier.

[Look! He can be considerate! ...Barely. Sometimes.]

It would be lovely to have you over, if it isn't too far. I'm in community housing 5, floor 6. I should be in the communal kitchen, if you arrive before the thirty minutes.

No. It's not too far. I'll be there soon.

[He'll also grab his sketchbook. He doesn't have a lot drawn as far as her request for 40's fashion, but he can show her what he has. And get a good look at her to determine how to design the stuff]

I'll put out an extra plate then.

[She sets the journal down for now, working on the meal. It isn't anything fancy, but it isn't military rations and her time in Luceti Valley taught her how to do simple things. She cooks chicken, seasoned, browned in a skillet - vegetables steamed and then lightly tossed in butter and garlic. Fresh bread from the bakery. Small things - easy, but filling for her at least. It doesn't take much to cook for two people and when he arrives, she'll still be at the stove, an apron on over a pair of slacks and a button down blouse, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back.]

But Kyouya-san and his brothers won't...?

[And before long, there's the sound of someone setting things down on the table.]

Hi.

[Not quite as quiet or uneasy as had been the case at the fountain. There was a bit of an awkward caution, but it was more just the strangeness of meeting a new person.

Really, to look at Hikaru, one might think it had been longer than a couple years between what she'd first met and the boy standing not far away now. His hair had grown out, been let get just a little wild, and his posture was exceptionally different. He carried himself with an actual air of confidence, not at a distance from the world. Still not quite part of it... but not as far away, either.]

No way. Oldest brother gets most of it, second gets some, but Kyouya-senpai... He'll probably end up, like, a manager at one of the companies or something, but other than that? Nope.

That's terrible. Is that really how humans do it...?

That's how the Otori family does it. [And a lot more, but. Hey.]

Why are you friends with them?

[She heard him come in, and the quiet thunk of something on the table behind her was enough of an indication. When he's settled, she keeps her back to him, still cooking, but calls out.]

Welcome. No troubles finding this place, I take it? There is tea in the pot there under the cozy, if you'd like some.

I'm not. Just Kyouya-senpai.

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