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Post by hannah on Jan 30, 2012 1:33:54 GMT -5
Character(s): RenAme
Time: 9PM
Location: Ren and Ayame's apartment
Since his recent role, staying out late wasn't new for Ren at all, but the storm made Ayame nervously traipsing through the apartment, biting at her lips and watching the clock. But when the usual 7 became 8, she got worried. And when 8 rolled into 9, and she'd changed into pajamas and untied her hair and washed off her make up, and there was still no sign of him, her nerves began to twinge. Ren was a good driver, she reminded herself. Ren could take care of anything if he had to.
Unfortunately she wasn't the best at being convinced, especially not by herself. And finally, she found herself in the chair nearest do the door, with her robe tied tightly around her waist, and her phone clutched in her hand, just staring out the window. Any other night, she'd just go to bed, and wait for him to come home and listen for the sound of him shuffling around getting ready for bed and finally the sound of his breath has he quietly stepped into bed beside her. She'd always pretend to be asleep, only to be awoken by his tap on her shoulder. Not that it was important.
But the storm was different, seeing as she and Ren met on a stormy day. And ever since, even though they bickered and fought and ultimately stopped talking for nearly a year, he'd always been the one thing to clear up all the clouds and thunder. She curled up in the chair, staring across the room at the clock that sent the monotonous tick-tick into the air until her eyes finally fell shut. And all the while, she worried about a call from the police saying that her boyfriend had been in a crash.
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Post by ariana on Jan 30, 2012 1:49:13 GMT -5
"Fuckin' shit." Ren murmured under his breath as he loudly shut his car door. Being stuck in traffic after a long day of shooting put a toll on him, making him more cranky than usual. And that was saying a lot.
He didn't even care that it was raining, or the fact that he could get a really high fever. Today was the same as usual, and to him, it couldn't get any worse. Walking through the dead hallways was something that Ren was used to, and the gloomy atmosphere made him even more tired, making him want to pass out on the bed without a care in the world.
"...Finally..." Ren whispered as he got his keys and opened the door to see Ayame sitting right next to it. He looked at her and blinked a few times, "...Uh, hey." He took off his shoes quickly and murmured quietly, "I'm home." He put his hands through his wet hair and placed his stuff on the table and went straight to the fridge, actually hungry for a change. "What's up with you?" He said as he took out a water bottle. "Isn't it your bed time or something?"
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Post by hannah on Jan 30, 2012 1:58:28 GMT -5
Ayame jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. "Ren!" she called out sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "You okay? It's late and you're...soaked. And your face is red, are you sick?" She examined him from head to toe in a quick glance. His shoulders were slumped, more so than usual, probably with the anguish of a long work day.
She followed him to the kitchen, and leaned up against the doorway. "Isn't it your bed time or something?" he asked, casually, returning from the refrigerator with a bottle of water.
Yawning, she walked in and pulled out a chair at the table. "It's not that late. And besides," she started, raising an anxious brow. "I was worried about you." She said it roughly, trying not to let him onto what she was really thinking. Troubling Ren with her worries wasn't any good, so she cut it off there. Brushing her unclipped bangs out of her face, she cupped her chin in her hand, pushing the chair across from her out with her bare foot, signaling with her eyes for him to join her.
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Post by ariana on Jan 30, 2012 2:17:05 GMT -5
After taking a sip from the cold water bottle, Ren smiled. "Worried?" He said as he sat down with her. "Why would you be worried? You knew I was going to spend all day shooting that dumb movie." He yawned and put his head down on the table, still looking at her straight in the eye. "Anyways, what's up with you? You didn't text me at all... that's not like you." He reached into his pocket to grab his cellphone to see if he missed any messages.
"What did you do today?" He rubbed his eyes until they started to hurt. His wet clothes sent chills down his spine, totally forgetting the fact he walked in the rain for quite a long time. He took off his coat and threw it on the floor and massaged his temples slowly. He smirked, "I hope your day was better than mine."
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Post by hannah on Jan 30, 2012 2:30:29 GMT -5
"Anyways, what's up with you? You didn't text me at all... that's not like you." He said, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Feeling guilty, she sat up straighter. "You were on location. Wouldn't it be a bit unprofessional to be sending personal messages on a job?" she asked outwardly, twirling a wet strand of his dark hair in her fingers.
"What did you do today?" he asked, just before tossing his rain-soaked jacket on the linoleum floor. It fell with a loud splatter, showing just how long he'd been out. She looked back at him, at his tired visage and his fatigued disposition. "I hope your day was better than mine."
"Ren, you're shivering..." she said softly, pulling her fingers out of the sopping mess. "One second." she added, before leaving the table and heading to the bathroom. Kettaro advised her to not use it often, as not to ruin her sensitive hair, so it was kept deep in the back of the closet, but after a few minutes of rummaging, she pulled out a pink hairdryer. On the way out, she grabbed a few towels, and slung them over her shoulder.
She set the towels on the table, and wrapped one around Ren's shoulders, then plugging the appliance into the wall. "Ready?" she asked, holding the blowdryer up like a gun. His readiness wasn't really a factor at all, seeing as he was dripping with cold rain water, and shaking like a leaf. And without another thought, she selected cold shot, and began working at his water-teemed hair.
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Post by ariana on Jan 30, 2012 2:43:53 GMT -5
"Ren, you're shivering..."
"What?" He said, not even noticing his own body movements. He looked at his hands and noticed himself shaking. "Well what do you know." He said quietly, not noticing Ayame leaving her seat. She always knew him better than he knew himself. "...What are you do-" He widened his eyes as he saw the pink blowdryer in her hands. He stayed quiet and groaned, "Ayame please -- a towel alone will be fine..." but before he could finish his sentence, she already put a towel around his shoulders and began blowdrying his hair.
He looked up to her and had the urge to grab the stupid thing out of her hands and throw it across the room, but for some reason it was... soothing. A light tint of pink covered his face as he looked down at the ground. He sighed and spoke quietly, "you never change." and began to gently dry his face with the soft towel around his shoulders.
This was the most time they spent together in a while - with Ren being busy with filming different movies and with Ayame doing her different jobs. Instead of saying the simple words, " I miss you", he grabbed her hand and kissed it gently, awkwardly letting go afterwards.
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Post by hannah on Jan 30, 2012 20:31:30 GMT -5
Slightly taken aback by his sudden affection, Ayame just smiled as he let go of her hand. For some time, she could still feel its warmth, despite the cold. Sure it could have just been from the hairdryer, but she wanted to believe otherwise.
Forcing a straighter, calmer look on her face, she continued to run the dryer over his hair, messing it up to speed up the process. "I've missed you." she said blankly, flicking the switch. "It seems like we haven't seen each other in weeks." Taking one of the smaller towels off the table, and rubbing at his neck with it--the one place he seemed to have missed--she looked him in the eyes with the mildness of a wistful lover. There was only contentedness on her face.
She leaned back across the table to unplug the hairdryer, and as she wrapped the cord around slowly, she gently kissed his forehead. "So what did you do today?" she asked, sitting in the chair beside him rather than across from him, and stirred at his damp hair. "Come to think of it, I don't even know the premise of this movie. You just kind of came home one day and said you had a movie to do, and that was about it."
Looking at him expectantly, she dabbed at a drying rivulet snaking its way down his neck. "So tell me, Mr. Yukio, what's the story behind this film?" she asked, shoving an imaginary microphone to his mouth eagerly just like one of the paparazzi.
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Post by ariana on Jan 30, 2012 20:45:53 GMT -5
"...I've missed you too.." Ren said a bit quietly, unsure if it was an awkward moment or not. Finally feeling the warmth that returned to his body put him at ease, and he released a big sigh.
"The movie?" He said repeated as he yawned, "I'm not sure myself. I think it's some romance movie? I don't even pay attention. I'm just there to recite lines with... emotion." He smiled a bit, "I'm just doing it for the money." He put his hand on top of Ayame's imaginary microphone and laughed a bit. "Calm down, I'm sure you'll go and see it without my consent anyway."
Ren suddenly stood up and messed up his dry hair, not really used to it yet. "Did you eat?" He moved into the kitchen once again and started to prepare the things he needed. "You've always been cooking for me, so I guess it's my turn, right?" He smirked and turned on the stove.
"...Hey", Ren began awkwardly, "You've never really told me what you've been up to... You've always been avoiding the question. You haven't been off with another guy, have you?" Ren laughed to himself, was that even possible?
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Post by hannah on Jan 30, 2012 21:42:19 GMT -5
"Did you eat?" He asked, heading towards the kitchen and furrowing around for something. She didn't even realize that she hadn't eaten yet. She had more to focus on than food. "You've always been cooking for me, so I guess it's my turn, right?" He flashed a signature smirk and turned on the stovetop.
She turned and to watch him, matching his coy smile. "I didn't know you could cook." she commented, standing and walking to his side. He really seemed to know what he was doing. She wondered how much more about Ren she didn't know.
"...Hey", he stammered. "You've never really told me what you've been up to... You've always been avoiding the question. You haven't been off with another guy, have you?"
Her eyes flitted from the stove to him, in disbelief. Was he joking? How could he possibly think that-- "Of course not." she defended. "You know me better than that don't you? I've grown up a bit since our second year of high school." she finished, playfully slapping his shoulder.
"But anyways, I've mostly been teaching a sword skills class on campus. The odd schedules make my work hours just as strange." she answered. She swore not to get back into training of any kind, but if she'd let all of her father's teachings go to waste, she'd feel as if she let him down, even if he let her down.
"And besides, if there's anyone I'd be off with, it would be you." she finished, pinching his cheek and pushing the bridge of her nose into his arm. The familiar scent of Ren's skin and rain was so comforting and nostalgic that she was pulled back to that day on the Ferris Wheel for a few seconds. She could almost smell the beach, and feel the wind and the gentle rocking of a Ferris Wheel cart.
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Post by ariana on Jan 31, 2012 4:17:42 GMT -5
"Ah, well I've picked up a few things. I don't like being completely useless." Ren said under a smile. "Well, I mean the only thing I'm good at cooking is pasta.." He said, his smile widening. "Although, I don't know if it's good or not, so I hope I don't kill you." He slowly began to prepare it, like he was reading instructions from the cooking book Alfred gave to him years ago, unsure if he was doing anything right at all...
"You know me better than that don't you? I've grown up a bit since our second year of high school."
Ren laughed softly, "I hope you did. My years at Aozora were some stressful ones." He shook his head, trying his best not to remember any bad memories. "You were always a handful", Ren said as his attention was mostly on preparing dinner for the two of them, praying to God he didn't mess up anything.
"Sword skills? On Campus?" He quickly turned to Ayame to give her a quick glance. "How come I've just heard about this now?" Ren awkwardly smiled, "I thought you had acting gigs or modelling photo shoots of some sort." Reverting his attention back to things he was preparing, Ren shrugged.
"And besides, if there's anyone I'd be off with, it would be you."
Trying his best not to show his embarrassment, Ren raised his eyebrows as she pinched his cheek. "What do you think you're doing..." Ren said as he gently made her let go of his cheek. "You know I don't like it when you do that..." Ren muttered as he started to pinch her cheeks while he was rubbing his. He let out his signature sigh, and kissed her on her forehead.
"I'm getting too lazy to finish this pasta." He muttered as he glared at it. "I guess there's a reason why I was raised by maids."
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