Youji. Christ, of all the people who could have fetched up here, it's Youji-- Why is it even a surprise?
"Youji--"
Ken can't quite help himself: he starts to laugh, and his laughter is breathless and hysterical and almost as choking as the smoke. He clings to the railing for dear life and laughs until he's gasping, until shortness of breath forces him to stop. Shoulders shaking, choking on the heated air, he straightens, wiping at his eyes, and peers into the clouds of choking smoke again.
Yes: there he is. Stood with a thin skein of wire glistening between his fingertips, the light of the flames dancing on the thin metal, sending it to sparkling and the guy really could do with being better-dressed for it. His feet are bare, his shirt is rumpled and, if Ken is any judge, he looks as if he's abruptly woken to find himself trapped here...
Inexplicably, Ken wonders if he should apologize to him.
"It's me," he calls, through a fit of coughing. "Ken. I can't get down."
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Date: 2010-03-28 02:07 am (UTC)Youji. Christ, of all the people who could have fetched up here, it's Youji-- Why is it even a surprise?
"Youji--"
Ken can't quite help himself: he starts to laugh, and his laughter is breathless and hysterical and almost as choking as the smoke. He clings to the railing for dear life and laughs until he's gasping, until shortness of breath forces him to stop. Shoulders shaking, choking on the heated air, he straightens, wiping at his eyes, and peers into the clouds of choking smoke again.
Yes: there he is. Stood with a thin skein of wire glistening between his fingertips, the light of the flames dancing on the thin metal, sending it to sparkling and the guy really could do with being better-dressed for it. His feet are bare, his shirt is rumpled and, if Ken is any judge, he looks as if he's abruptly woken to find himself trapped here...
Inexplicably, Ken wonders if he should apologize to him.
"It's me," he calls, through a fit of coughing. "Ken. I can't get down."