Akiyama Keiji
FACE CLAIM: Shima Renzo | Ao no Exorcist
WRITER: StarlightPrincess
DIALOGUE: #F17D7E & THOUGHT: #A386BD
Madeon âĒâĢ⊠The Pixel Empire
FACE CLAIM: Shima Renzo | Ao no Exorcist
WRITER: StarlightPrincess
DIALOGUE: #F17D7E & THOUGHT: #A386BD
Madeon âĒâĢ⊠The Pixel Empire
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The next morning, Keiji actually put in enough effort to get out of bed early, following Hiroku and Miruki to the station, still wearing his pyjamas and not giving a damn about it. "You better come back soon, you big butt! And you better not get any taller!" He teased, grinning and patting Miruki on the back as the train approached. Before leaving, Miruki wished them the best without whatever it was they were doing. Of course, Miruki didn't know what their job was, only that the government was somehow involved. Keiji's smile faltered for just a second at Miruki's gesture. After all, with every new Shade came another chance of being killed, and there would be no explanation for the Kazeshima family as to how or why. "Thanks, Michan, we'll be needing all the luck we can get~" And with that, Miruki left, heading home to the place Keiji sometimes desperately wanted to return to. Look at me, getting homesick. XX
"Do you think Keiko would notice if I stopped bringing her flowers?" He mumbled quietly, staring at the place where the train had been and letting his mind wander toward the fourteen-year-old girl back in their hometown, probably never thinking about him. Keiji snapped out of the thought hardly a second later, smiling as if to reassure himself. "Nevermind, let's go home! We should've made Michan stay for breakfast before going to the station, I'm starving! Hey hey, maybe I could cook something for once. Not that I know how to cook much, really..." He rambled, a clear sign that he was trying to seem normal. Hiroku could always could tell his fake smiles from the real ones anyways, so the extra effort was completely unnecessary, but Keiji rambled anyways, continuing on about the few items on the list of things he could actually cook without needing help. He'd had to cook for himself and Keiko while their mother had been depressed, but in the end Keiko had done most of the cooking, and since Hiroku always cooked for them, Keiji had little practice. XX
By the time they'd made it back to their apartment, Keiji's rant had slowly simmered down to comfortable silence, his mind wandering to other things while they walked. It was a great deal different from their walk home the night before, since he could actually see where he was going, and Kei was grateful for the fact he'd taken Hiroku's advice all that time ago and actually bought backup glasses when he'd bought his contact lenses. Speaking of which, I'm gonna have to order new ones soon. Maybe I should get my eyes checked... He absent-mindedly kicked his shoes as they stepped inside, leaving them scattered haphazardly in the genkan before heading into the kitchen in search of something to eat. At this point he didn't even have the patience to wait for food to be prepared, so Keiji dug around in the cupboards until he found cup ramen and stared quietly at the stove, waiting for the water for the noodles to boil. XX
"Do you think Keiko would notice if I stopped bringing her flowers?" He mumbled quietly, staring at the place where the train had been and letting his mind wander toward the fourteen-year-old girl back in their hometown, probably never thinking about him. Keiji snapped out of the thought hardly a second later, smiling as if to reassure himself. "Nevermind, let's go home! We should've made Michan stay for breakfast before going to the station, I'm starving! Hey hey, maybe I could cook something for once. Not that I know how to cook much, really..." He rambled, a clear sign that he was trying to seem normal. Hiroku could always could tell his fake smiles from the real ones anyways, so the extra effort was completely unnecessary, but Keiji rambled anyways, continuing on about the few items on the list of things he could actually cook without needing help. He'd had to cook for himself and Keiko while their mother had been depressed, but in the end Keiko had done most of the cooking, and since Hiroku always cooked for them, Keiji had little practice. XX
By the time they'd made it back to their apartment, Keiji's rant had slowly simmered down to comfortable silence, his mind wandering to other things while they walked. It was a great deal different from their walk home the night before, since he could actually see where he was going, and Kei was grateful for the fact he'd taken Hiroku's advice all that time ago and actually bought backup glasses when he'd bought his contact lenses. Speaking of which, I'm gonna have to order new ones soon. Maybe I should get my eyes checked... He absent-mindedly kicked his shoes as they stepped inside, leaving them scattered haphazardly in the genkan before heading into the kitchen in search of something to eat. At this point he didn't even have the patience to wait for food to be prepared, so Keiji dug around in the cupboards until he found cup ramen and stared quietly at the stove, waiting for the water for the noodles to boil. XX
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Whenever I read about Kei's terrible vision it makes me laugh. I had a friend in Junior High who was as blind as him, she broke her glasses in gym class once and she spent the rest of the day running into things because she was too proud to just let me lead her around. Sometimes I regret not videotaping that