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Post by GAARA ONOHARRA on Feb 13, 2010 17:02:34 GMT -5
The drummer rocked back and forth on his heels, eyes scanning the wide selection of cookies the grocery store held. His hands were clasped together behind his back, and a bright smile was plastered to his face. He was looking for pirouettes and pocky, which actually were pretty closely related to each other. "Pocky, pocky!" the twenty-five-year-old sang to himself, frowning when he could find either of the items he was searching for.
Oh man. This acts like a vacuum cleaner. he thought to himself, taking a step back and turning to walk down the aisle.
He wandered the building until he found his cousin, Seiji, and once again his bright smile returned. "Seijiiii!" he sang some more, hopping over and tackling the older Japanese into a hug from behind. Arms loosely hang around the older man's neck, sad eyes staring widely up at him, "I couldn't find what I was looking for, Tigger. No pocky or pirouettes." The younger huffed, headbutting his cousin softly in the shoulder. His brown orbs lingered over to the basket already with Seiji, and he smiled once again at the sight of two half gallons of grape juice.
"Yay!" he cheered, tilting his head back to view the raven-haired male. "You remembered my grape juice!" Gaara giggled, and hesitantly pulled back from the warmth of the taller musician. He absently messed with one of his diamond studs in his ears, and tugged on the strap of his "Sir Fancy Rabbit" messenger bag, "What else do we need? And I really, really want pocky, Tiggerrrr."
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Post by SEIJI!onoharra on Feb 13, 2010 19:21:26 GMT -5
GIVE IT ALL THAT I'VE GOT ?!!----------------------------------------------------- SEIJI ONOHARRA-----------------------------------------------------  x  ----------------------------------------------------- | ♂ ! 27 ! Demisexual ! Musician ! Japanese |
Aoi of The GazettE ??!----------------------------------------------------- | OUTFIT ! 'OBSESSION' ! ANIMOTION | ----------------------------------------------------- My obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
to make you sleep with me?
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AS soon as he heard the sound of his name being called, he knew he was in trouble. Not the kind of trouble that would result in punishment, or anything. But the prospect of his cousin's rifle-like spout of words each time he opened his mouth made his heart sink a little.
BRACING himself, Seiji grimaced before turning his head to see the shorter man, and in an almost resigned way, greeted, "Hey, Gaara." It would be of no use to attempt to peel the younger away; besides, he figured, Gaara's arms would get tired eventually. Or he'd find a random stray to pet. Or something.
HE rolled his eyes at the whines, sighed, "You don't need any more sugar, you spazz." then studied his cousin over. He really did look quite disappointed. Hmph. Why do you care?
"OF course I did," Seiji added, eyes rolling. How could he ever forget about the grape juice; the grape juice that his cousin managed to rant and rave about nearly every minute of every day. Oi. No, if Seiji forgot about the grape juice, he would probably have had an aneurysm just before.
GLANCING over to the younger man, the twenty-seven-year-old shrugged."We've...got everything." Pause, then, following a deep sigh, "We've got plenty of your crap at home--if you buy pocky, you'll just ruin your appetite, then wake up at two in the morning to rummage around the kitchen looking for unhealthy snacks."
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Post by GAARA ONOHARRA on Feb 14, 2010 1:10:44 GMT -5
"Is being a spazz a bad thing?" he asked, blinking innocently up to his cousin. It wasn't his fault he was super hyper when he was in a good mood. And it wasn't is fault that he could easily take a three-six turn into depression either. Well, maybe it was because only he could control which way his mindset was going to go, but still. "I don't intentionally mean to be like a goldfish on crack I just.... am."
Gaara smiled, but it quickly eased down each corner of his mouth. He hated to see Seiji annoyed, or at least he always thought his cousin looked irritated when he was around. I don't want to get on Tigger's nerves. he told himself, mind already subconsciously repeating over and over to the drummer that he did in fact cause problems for the other Onoharra. I bet Seiji happier when I'm not around, too... Oh man.
While his mind overworked itself, Gaara merely stared up at the musician, zoning out. Blinking once again, he turned his attention to the floor and studied their feet. My crap, huh? he asked silently. "Seiji, why do you always try to act like my parent?" the younger of the pair asked, lifting his orbs back up to his relative. "And why does Tigger act like he doesn't want me around? Like I annoy him?"
His eyes filled to the brim with tears, a small waterfall starting to cascade down the twenty-five-year-old's pale cheeks. "Mn." he softly whimpered, eyes falling back down yet again. He hesitantly stepped closer to Seiji, and buried his face into the twenty-seven-year-old's chest, arms clinging around the slim waist. His body shook slightly, "I'm sorry, Tigger."
Pulling back, Gaara froze; all sobs cut off. His head started to buzz, and then the pain hit. It wasn't small, nor did it feel like a pin prick. It was enough to stun the man, "Ow." These things seem to always come when I'm upset more so than at random other times. Another shot of pain went through him, and Gaara pushed the palms of his hands into the sides of his head. "Stop, stop, stop." he begged the headache to go away slowly to himself. "T-Tig-Tigger..."
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Post by SEIJI!onoharra on Feb 15, 2010 19:26:47 GMT -5
GIVE IT ALL THAT I'VE GOT ?!!----------------------------------------------------- SEIJI ONOHARRA----------------------------------------------------- x ----------------------------------------------------- | ♂ ! 27 ! Demisexual ! Musician ! Japanese |
Aoi of The GazettE ??!----------------------------------------------------- | OUTFIT ! 'OBSESSION' ! ANIMOTION | ----------------------------------------------------- My obsession
You're my obsession
Who do you want me to be
to make you sleep with me?
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HE took a deep breath, suppressing any expression of irritation as the questions were put to him. Sure, Gaara was his cousin, and yes, Seiji did love him. But the guitarist had never really been fully happy with anyone, or anything they did.
STILL, a stab of guilt rolled in his gut as he saw the tears beginning to roll down the younger's face, and after a mild groan, the twenty-seven-year-old reached out to Gaara, arms curling around and holding him closer. "No, Gaari, I'm sorry."
THE concern was pushed up a notch as the drummer pulled away, and a frown curved Seiji's lips. It was only a moment before the reason registered. Living together didn't exactly leave a lot of room for keeping your personal health private. Reaching out, he gently cupped the other boy's face, keeping his touch light as if it would cause more pain for the younger.
"JUST calm down, sweetie. Take a deep breath," the taller of the two whispered, brushing his lips against his cousin's temple. Seiji followed his own suggestion, breathing deep to calm himself enough to think. He needed to find a way to get rid of this headache...
REMEMBERING something, Seiji pulled away just enough to take hold of one of Gaara's hands, the other reaching down and picking his basket back up. Leading the younger Japanese off, the pair eventually came to a stop in the medical aisles. He located a generic painkiller, carefully read the box, then handed two pills over after tearing the box open. Next, he took one of the half-gallons of grape juice, opening it an offering it out. After a mild sigh, he grumbled, "As long as we pay for it, they shouldn't give a shit. And if they bitch at us, I'll bitch right back, hun, okay?"
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Post by GAARA ONOHARRA on Feb 15, 2010 22:16:50 GMT -5
Seiji's arms comforted the twenty-five-year-old, and helped the younger of the two to let up on the water works. Even after the tears stopped falling, Gaara kept close to his cousin until the headache came. How am I supposed to calm down when it hurts so bad? he wondered silently to himself.
He tried hard to relax, take a deep breath and focus on something else. Of course, it was easier said than actually done. And so he was happy when the twenty-seven-year-old led him into the medicine aisle, and handed him pills. He nodded, popped the white ovals in his mouth and downed them with a good swig from the grape juice container. After a few more sips, he closed the juice up, and handed it back to Seiji.
A small smile formed, twitching the corners of his lips up. "Arigatou, Tigger." he murmured, leaning into the older musician once again. He sighed, blinking his innocent eyes up to his cousin. "Can we go home now, Tigger?" he asked, absently wiping under one of his eyes and then the other. "I want a nap." he mumbled more so to himself than to the other.
((Nar. I started to get a headache along with Gaara on this one. So.. shitty post.))
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