dragonfoxgirl
When you find them, hold tight.
cockatooboy
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danny-chamacoso
momfricker
Okay *turns into a fucking
kingdomofkitten
Moving In
How far she needed to go was irrelevant. Taking the train? Sure, take it. Just get there. Get to him.
As soon as she arrived, she saw several stacks of crates, containing items like clothing, CDs, some food, enough to live feasibly, just…dumped outside. But what made it worse, to her? Was to see her boyfriend, crouching down, in contemplation.
Retsuko: Haida…I-I got here as fast as I could.
Haida: …*sigh* I appreciate the effort, babe, I really do. But the damage is done. They told me pay up, or get out. I couldn’t pay up, so, I’m out. Only thing now, is what the hell to do…I can’t just live on the street, too much junk here. Can’t go back to my parents, I want to be independent of them. What the hell do I do? *fighting off the tears*
It hurt to see him like this. It truly did. But what could she do? Well, she thought, she could easily make a decision she probably wanted him to make for a good while…and so, she began picking up one of the crates.
Haida: ….um….Retsuko? What are you doing?
Retsuko: C’mon, Haida! Grab whatever boxes you can! You’re moving in with me!
Haida: I-what?! Retsuko, are you SURE your place is big enough for this stuff?
Retsuko: Well, only one way to find out for certain! Call up Fenneko, the more hands we can get, the better!
Haida: Retsuko, I-! …oh, forget it. *dials his phone* ….yeah, I’m moving into Retsuko’s place. Apparently. …yeah. Yeah, I got kicked out, and she’s moving me in. Come help. Alright. *hangs up, and picks up some of the boxes*
An hour later, every single box of Haida’s was relocated, into his new home…somehow.
Fenneko: …Retsuko, somehow, I get the feeling we overshot things a tiny bit.
Haida: I was worried this would happen! You can barely walk around in here, with all these boxes!
Retsuko: Well, no matter! Let’s just take everything out, and get rid of the boxes. It’ll feel like home in no time!
Fenneko: I guess.
Retsuko: *opens one such box* Let’s see what we got here! Some letters, it looks like.
Haida: Okay-wait, WHAT?!
Retsuko: *reads one out* …wait…are these confession letters? To me?
Haida: Gah, I thought I threw those away! Dammit! >_<
Retsuko: ….AWWWW! Haida! ❤️
Haida: *blushes* Yeah, Let’s see what else we got…looks like my bass is fine.
Fenneko: How can you tell? It makes so little noise as is. 😉
Haida: …shut up.
Retsuko: Hehe! What else is here? Hmm….ooh! Some CDs! What kinda stuff have you got?
Haida: Ah, you know, pretty standard stuff. Some punk, some metal, some straight up rock, maybe a jazz album or two-
Retsuko: Wait, wait, wait, wait….is that…the entire discography of Death?
Haida: …yeah. I’ve been into Schuldiner since…high school, I believe?
Retsuko: …I don’t even have one of those CDs…
Haida: …well. Since I’m gonna live here, now, apparently, I will share this with you. That alright with you? 🙂
Retsuko: ….you have no idea how turned on I am, right now. *pounces him, and begins making out with him*
Haida: MMMMM~! ❤️
Retsuko: Mmmmmhmhmhm! ❤️❤️
Fenneko: …oh, yeah, sure, just make me do all this shit. 😐 *starts unboxing* No, no, it’s fine, just keep slobbering away at each other, I can do this.
After a decent while, every single item was removed, and put into place in this new home. It was a relieving moment, as all three relax….even if, it feels like, they probably shouldn’t.
Retsuko: *phew!* Finally! You’re now officially moved in.
Haida: Looks like it. Heh, kinda surprised I didn’t do this sooner, to be honest.
Retsuko: Better late than never, I guess!
Haida: Heh, yeah……hey, speaking of late, doesn’t it feel like we’re late for something?
Retsuko: …it does….what is i-……FENNEKO, WHAT DAY IS IT?
Fenneko: It is Tuesday, at 12:00 PM.
Retsuko and Haida: …….FUUUUUUUCK, WE’RE LATE! *quickly puts on some clothes, and runs out*
Fenneko: …probably should have told them it was a day off, as they’re inspecting the place for health violations….eh. *plays on her phone*
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I will be 100% honest with all of you. I probably overshot this a tiny bit. I got a tiny bit ambitious, and decided to try to combine the standard script format I was used to, the text messages, and the fanfic style. Ultimately, for something so simple, I could have easily done it one way or the other. Either way, I’m not sure I’m the most proud of this one, but I’m happy I did it, just so I can see it done.
Chances are, a Part 2 will be made soon. Can’t say for certain.
johns-draw-blog
Headcanon: In contrast to Retsuko, Haida’s preferred music is 60′s-80′s classic rock. He has a collection of vintage and newly made vinyl records and spends time reciting the chords of his favorite songs on his own guitar.
When he discovered Retsuko’s death metal craze, Haida was awestricken by her. When they start dating, they both enjoy each other’s music, and share their personal favorites, even Retsuko’s more hardcore ones in terms of lyrics which make Haida low-key nervous.
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