continued, because otherwise I'll be snickering to myself for the rest of the damn week and change ...
I suppose it's odd.
I've never really believed that any particular faith had the right of it.
Rather, I believed in the fundamentals of good and evil.
I built myself on those, despite realizing that they were as fragile as anything else in this world.
And I did not fear evil men.
I feared the indifference of good men.
I feared that I would become indifferent.
***
The bathroom door flew open, two bodies tumbling past it and inside. The smaller one rolled, pulling the larger one behind, over, letting go ...
Suzuhara Touji smacked back-first into the tiled floor with a *thud* and the *oomph* of escaping breath, looking around dazedly ...
A pair of wiry arms hauled him up with some, though not much, difficulty, and proceeded to yank him in one direction.
He was still too dazed to really understand what was happening when his forehead clonked, none too softly but not really hard either, into something cool and white.
The ice cold water coming from the faucet immediately above the sink he'd been dragged to worked wonders to return him to a semblance of coherence.
"... nae? That's bollocks, that is. Wot, did ye' want me to sit on me arse and twiddle me thumbs whilst the city and likely more were being turned tae dust. Aye, so 't weren't perfect, but wake ye' up ta life! 'Tis because of it that ye still 'ave one!"
Touji scrambled loose as soon as the smaller boy's grip slackened somewhat, his head and upper body soaked through to the bone, looking at Shinji as if he'd grown a second head.
"What? D'ye need another?!" Shinji threw his hands into the air and took a step forward.
"Ano ... Ikari-san?" squeaked a voice from the direction of the door. Shinji paused. Looked.
Mousey girl, freckles, pretty cute however you looked at her. 'Course, also looking fairly anxious.
"Aye?" alright, even he could tell that there was something wrong.
"Suzuhara-kun's English isn't very good," the girl offered timidly.
Shinji blinked. Slackened.
Oh. Right. He'd been so angry at the jock he'd slipped into the sort of level of rant he'd had when Connor-aniki had last decided to teach him the values of having rope on hand.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
I suppose it's odd.
I've never really believed that any particular faith had the right of it.
Rather, I believed in the fundamentals of good and evil.
I built myself on those, despite realizing that they were as fragile as anything else in this world.
And I did not fear evil men.
I feared the indifference of good men.
I feared that I would become indifferent.
***
The bathroom door flew open, two bodies tumbling past it and inside. The smaller one rolled, pulling the larger one behind, over, letting go ...
Suzuhara Touji smacked back-first into the tiled floor with a *thud* and the *oomph* of escaping breath, looking around dazedly ...
A pair of wiry arms hauled him up with some, though not much, difficulty, and proceeded to yank him in one direction.
He was still too dazed to really understand what was happening when his forehead clonked, none too softly but not really hard either, into something cool and white.
The ice cold water coming from the faucet immediately above the sink he'd been dragged to worked wonders to return him to a semblance of coherence.
"... nae? That's bollocks, that is. Wot, did ye' want me to sit on me arse and twiddle me thumbs whilst the city and likely more were being turned tae dust. Aye, so 't weren't perfect, but wake ye' up ta life! 'Tis because of it that ye still 'ave one!"
Touji scrambled loose as soon as the smaller boy's grip slackened somewhat, his head and upper body soaked through to the bone, looking at Shinji as if he'd grown a second head.
"What? D'ye need another?!" Shinji threw his hands into the air and took a step forward.
"Ano ... Ikari-san?" squeaked a voice from the direction of the door. Shinji paused. Looked.
Mousey girl, freckles, pretty cute however you looked at her. 'Course, also looking fairly anxious.
"Aye?" alright, even he could tell that there was something wrong.
"Suzuhara-kun's English isn't very good," the girl offered timidly.
Shinji blinked. Slackened.
Oh. Right. He'd been so angry at the jock he'd slipped into the sort of level of rant he'd had when Connor-aniki had last decided to teach him the values of having rope on hand.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm