hikaruorkaoru | Eighth Pattern ; Audio

Eighth Pattern ; Audio

[Today, the camera isn't turned on. Hikaru isn't about to really let himself be seen with bruises and a split lip. Nothing irreparable, but he doesn't feel like letting anyone see, and he's not putting on make-up just for talking to the journal.]

So. Gotta ask --

Does this place have any video games? Like... something on a handheld system? I don't even care if it should be in a museum, I need something. Been way too long since I played anything.

[It was, strangely, something he found himself missing a lot as the days went by. He'd grown up in a world of fashion... and video games.

His father had even hinted at leaving his company primarily to Hikaru while their mother left hers primarily to Kaoru. Of course, they'd both work both jobs... Hikaru wasn't quite willing to really accept the idea of being apart from Kaoru, even professionally.]

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And do you know others are boring without getting to know them first?

Yep. Been around other people for way too long not to know that.

So you're just gonna plop everybody under the same blanket then? That's a stupid way of thinking and it's pretty damn shallow to boot.

[How can one person be so naive and narrow minded?]

Haven't met anyone who's proven us wrong.

[Okay, one person. ...Maybe five. But this girl? Definitely isn't Host Club material.]

Now that I find hard to believe. It's like you won't even given people a chance before you just label them as boring.

[And Selphie wouldn't want to be a member of the Host Club anyway.]