[ it's another day that the dirty dawg logo is plastered across the screens all over ikebukuro. all over yokohama. ichiro's gotten good with his mic, picking it up as fast as any of the other members of the dirty dawg, spitting rhymes so fast it makes people dizzy. and he and samatoki--god, he and samatoki, they make the best team ever. the four of them feed off of each other easily, but with samatoki, it's like they're predicting each other's sentences. like he already knows what's going to come out of his mouth. it's so easy.
ichiro's in love with him. he's in love with him, with his house, with his sister and the way they give him something he hasn't had in a long time--a family. a sense of normalcy. his brothers don't question where he goes, the damn orphanage head doesn't (well, perhaps he does, but ichiro doesn't give a shit), there's no school tomorrow, and they won.
and today, family or not, nemu's not home.
ichiro stumbles through the door with samatoki when he unlocks it, practically shoving it open as he whoops, turning around into samatoki's space as he comes in behind him and grinning, wild and dangerous and delighted, eyes brighter than the stage lights. ] Samatoki-san, that was sick.
[ the anger that he wears like a cloud seems to have evaporated. he's turned to a puppy in front of samatoki, his tail wagging a mile a minute, his cheeks flushed, letting the thrill of victory chase it all away. they won, and all he can think about is the rhymes of the person he admired, the look on his face when they practically dropped their mics, in unison. the trust he felt when they hit their mics together.
if you feel bad i'm coming to canada to punch you (tdd)
ichiro's in love with him. he's in love with him, with his house, with his sister and the way they give him something he hasn't had in a long time--a family. a sense of normalcy. his brothers don't question where he goes, the damn orphanage head doesn't (well, perhaps he does, but ichiro doesn't give a shit), there's no school tomorrow, and they won.
and today, family or not, nemu's not home.
ichiro stumbles through the door with samatoki when he unlocks it, practically shoving it open as he whoops, turning around into samatoki's space as he comes in behind him and grinning, wild and dangerous and delighted, eyes brighter than the stage lights. ] Samatoki-san, that was sick.
[ the anger that he wears like a cloud seems to have evaporated. he's turned to a puppy in front of samatoki, his tail wagging a mile a minute, his cheeks flushed, letting the thrill of victory chase it all away. they won, and all he can think about is the rhymes of the person he admired, the look on his face when they practically dropped their mics, in unison. the trust he felt when they hit their mics together.
(maybe something more than that, too.) ]