tabularasa_rp | November Catch-all

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November Catch-all

Who: Hajime Iwaizumi + YOU!
What: November catch-all log
Where: Various locations
When: The month of November
Content Warnings: None thus far; will add as needed

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[Well, this guy is being...strangely amicable. And here Iwa was assuming that he’s just another one of Kaiba’s (apparently many) followers.

[After a moment’s hesitation, he opens the door, if only to glare at Ren face to face (and...maybe take a glance at the offering).]

So what? Is this poison or something?

(Oh, no. If there's one person he doesn't like in the Void, that's Kaiba.

He's on your side, actually, Iwa.)

Of course not.

[Mhmm. Sure he is. Iwa glances again at the food, cocks a brow at Ren.]

Look. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish here, but if it has anything to do with that shitshow a couple days ago, I’m not interested.

I'll leave it here.

(Since the other doesn't seem to be willing to let anyone in right now... Which he's understanding of. He'll come around if he's ready.)

[What the hell? Does this guy know more than three words? Why is he so...quietly insistent about this?]

Maybe I need to put it in plainer words then. What are you after here, pal? I’m not taking shit from someone I’ve never met, and especially not from someone who won’t even bother explaining themselves.

I'm not after anything.

(Because really, he has nothing to gain here. All he wants is to help and nothing more, no underlying motives.)

I just think you deserved a better welcome.

[...oh.

[Well. Now he feels kind of bad for being an asshole. This guy seems pretty genuine anyway, but can you blame him for being a little wary?

[He straightens a little where he stands, casts his eyes away, considers chilling out for a split second since this dude really hasn’t done anything wrong. That whole altercation in the hallway is a total blur, but he doesn’t remember Ren attacking him at least.]

Let me ask you this then. That guy I creamed a friend of yours?

No. The girl is.

(Well, Ren didn't. All he did was care for his friend when he arrived at the scene, and perhaps the other can understand why. Maybe he can shine some light on why was everyone so on edge.)

[Iwa snorts.]

Which one?

[As he recalls, there were a couple of girls flocking around that asshole, and if Iwa hates anything, it’s dudes who girls flock to - obnoxious.]

All of them.

(To be fair, he meant Ann when he started this point. She was the spotlight... But he's not here to talk about them. He's literally here to give the man food.)

[Including the rabid one? he feels like asking, but this guy is being nice enough, and Iwa isn’t here to be petty.]

You got a name?

[He feels like he has never done so much work in a conversation in his entire life.]

(Especially the quick to anger one.)

Ren Amamiya. May I come in?

(Iwai can continue his interrogation inside. This is starting to get weird.)

[Fair enough. It is a little weird to stand there talking in the doorway, he supposes. It’s not like he couldn’t take this guy if he did want to start something (or so he thinks), so.]

Yeah. Come in.

[He steps aside, nods toward the inside of his apartment, gestures for “Ren Amamiya” to enter if he wishes.]

There’s not much in here. Sorry about that.

[As Ren can probably see quite clearly. There’s a chair there, a small table there, a bedroll on the ground - all stuff he could carry easily from the beach on the very few trips he’s made out there. It’s enough to live with though, and that’s all he really cares about. Still, he wasn’t exactly expecting guests any time soon, so suddenly having one does make the whole atmosphere feel a little more awkward.]

It's fine. You only just arrived, after all.

(He hadn't had the time to make this apartment home yet, like Ren has - it's practically a field of flowers in there. He carefully sets the things he had brought on the table, making sure nothing is leaking and won't make a mess of curry OR coffee in a new apartment.)

How are you holding up?

I’m fine.

[He answers that a little too quickly. Clearly there’s something he’s brushing past there, but he’s here, he’s alive(?), he’s done sniffling into his volleyball (for now), so.]

All that bullshit back there - fuck it. It’s no big deal. Really.

(Bullshit is that answer, to be very clear, but Iwa is already under enough pressure and dealing with enough on itself so he doesn't press it.)

If you say so. (He doesn't buy it.)

I made you curry and coffee. I hope it's good.

[Right. The food - and coffee, which he normally wouldn’t drink, but isn’t about to complain about. Sleeping on that bedroll the last few nights hasn’t exactly been restful, and his entire evening/morning routine has been entirely thrown to the wind at this point. Honestly, he’s exhausted (both mentally and physically).

[Still, the friendly gesture sits strangely with him, if only because he’s gotten so used to be angry these last few days that it’s a little difficult to relax and accept that something not so shitty might be happening right now.]

Right. For the welcome, right? [Awkward. Nice, he guesses, but...awkward - or is it just him that’s feeling awkward right now?] Do you, uh...want some?

[Is it his to offer now? Is that how gifts work?]

No, just coffee. (And Ren came prepared too, with black opaque mugs inside the bag carrying the curry. He poured some for himself and the other, just setting it aside for a second.)

I figure you must have questions. (At this point, Ren gets to know most newcomers. Heavenly Blanc is the most visible hospitality location in the Void and it so happens to be partly where he used to live prior to the Void... And Ren spends most of his time there.

This time, however, with all the shit that has happened as of late, he wasn't there.)

Too many to ask. [No, seriously. Just thinking about it is overwhelming.] To be honest with you man, I’m just waiting to wake up.

[Though somewhere deep down - not too deep down even - he knows that’s not coming. People don’t sleep in their dreams, don’t hurt. This is real and it sucks.]

I'm sorry.

(Because it just isn't going to happen. Ren has been waiting to wake up for ages now.)

What's your name? What do you do? (Sounds a bit better than to just get known as The Newbie, and maybe getting to know his interests helps his mood at little. He might even eat.)

Iwaizumi. [He forgoes the “Hajime” bit - just Iwaizumi please.]

I’m a high school student. [Kaiba’s “and?” rings in his ear - not that he has anything to prove, but.] I play volleyball. You from Japan?

[His name sounded like it.]

(Ren's nothing like Kaiba. He's not here to belittle anyone at all.)

I'm a second year. (But no sports, sorry. Does fishing and batting count?) I am. I was living in Tokyo prior to here.

I’m from Miyagi. Our team is a powerhouse in the prefecture.

[Like that matters here (some powerhouse that can’t even make it to Nationals anyway). He winces a bit under those thoughts.]

No teams around here either way. [Right?] Guess it doesn’t matter.

A lot of us here are Japanese. (Ren doesn't bother to share where he's from, because well. It's a country-ass city ~~with no canon reference~~ in the middle of nowhere, so well.)

I don't think anyone here has attempted sports yet. (But it could be a good source of entertainment, in all honesty. The Void suffers from the lack of things to do at times.) You should try it.

Yeah, well. [He frowns, takes the mug but doesn’t sip from it quite yet.] A volleyball team needs at least six people on either side. There’s not much I could do by myself.

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