exsiliumlogs | look how those funky monkeys talk & walk in store

Date & Time: Backdated to April 21st!
Location: From the apartments to around city.
Characters: Toji Suzuhara and Shinji Ikari
Summary: For once two Evangelion characters get together and there are no tears. Only two boys being dumb friends.
Warnings: Toji.

[As he said he would, Shinji waits at the stairs of the apartment for Toji, an umbrella in hand. Ever since he returned from his fruitless trip outside the city, he's deflated back to the state he'd been upon his initial arrival--locked inside his room with little to no contact with the outside world. He whiled away the hours in a dark apathy, listening to nothing but his SDAT and, when that ran out of power, he simply set it aside.

Truth be told, Toji's call had perked him up a little from his wallowing self-pity. He hadn't talked to his friend in weeks since he arrived... or anyone new, honestly. But the recent disappearances of some of his friends and what had happened recently...

He needed someone to connect to.

So he waited out in the rain, checking his watch every now and then.]

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[Without TV, school or any real obligations, time had started to lose a lot of its meaning here in Exsilium. The reprecussion of which was, of course, that Toji was late. He had planned to be on time, honest--heck, he had planned to be there early--but then he had taken that nap on the couch, and two hours later here he was, running down ten-odd flights of stairs because the elevator was just too slow. By the time he reached the bottom he was panting heavily, and he stumbled outside, hoping that Shinji hadn't given up on him in the fifteen minutes he'd made him wait.

He gave a quick look around for that one familiar face, and lo and behold someone up there must be on Toji's side today, because there was his friend, still standing around waiting for him, umbrella in hand.]

Hey, Ikari!

[He waved and trotted up to his friend, beaming like the sweaty idiot he was. It was nice to see a friend. To see someone normal.]

[Even if Toji had come later than he already had been, Shinji most likely would have stayed outside anyway, having nothing else to do and nowhere else to go. So when he hears those steps and that loud, boastful voice, he turns around and gives a rare, genuine smile. It's small, but still there.]

You're late. [There's only a hint of disapproval and exasperation in that chide, though. He shifts the umbrella up, so it can cover for both of them.]

Ah, yeah. Sorry 'bout that.

[He scratches as his head bashfully, looking vaguely embarrassed about making Shinji wait for all of ten seconds before reverting back to his irrepressible self, clapping his friend on the back.]

But you're still here so it's fine, right? [A cheeky grin.] So what kind of food are you up for, Ikari? I was thinkin' here's this sort of cafe a few blocks down that way, really good sandwiches, and a really pretty waitress, too.

Aren't you too young for any waitress to take you seriously? [He manages to joke a little. So far, so good!]

But that's fine by me.

Ain't you never heard of cougars? [He does a sort of claw pose with his hands, before stroking his chin thoughtfully.] Besides, I'm incredibly mature for my age, and that maturity shines through this youthful facade of mine.

[He gives Toji an incredulous look. He turns away as he mumbles:] I'm having trouble seeing it...

[Whatever, Shinji. Nothing you can say can bring down Toji's mood right now, (or shrink his over inflated ego back down to a normal size.) He pointedly ignores the mumbled comment, instead pointing over to a little bluish coloured shop front.]

There it is, that one. You ever been here before, Ikari? I promise you ain't gonna be disappointed, this place is great.

[Toji marches through the door and picks a table near the window, leaving Shinji to deal with the soggy umbrella.]

[To be honest, that's a good thing. Upbeat knuckleheads have surprisingly positive effects on Shinji's normally glum demeanor. He shakes the umbrella before leaving it in the stand. He doesn't march in like Toji--he walks in as meek as a mouse, thank you, and sits down with him. Time to look at that menu.]

What sort of food do you usually order?

Usually somethin' with meat in it. They got this really good roast beef sandwich, you should try it. Can't go wrong with roast beef.

[He flips through the menu quickly, then sets it down with a decisive air.]

Yep, I'm havin' the beef.

I'll try it then.

[He puts his down as well.] ... how have you been doing?

[It's a question he should've asked Toji the moment he arrived, instead of dodging around the entire month or so. He feels a little guilty about it, but at least they're talking now...]

[For a briefest second there's something in Toji's expression akin to resignation and discontent, but in a flash it is gone and replaced with the usual shit-eating grin.]

How do you think? This place is great! It's practically a nag-free zone, if only Soryu weren't here it'd be the perfect paradise.

[He laughs.]

All things considered it ain't as bad as it could be.

[After all, he has legs here. Both of them. That alone has to count as a bonus of some sort.]

[Shinji catches that. As someone who spent his life watching others' faces, searching for a sign of disapproval or discomfort to torture himself with, it doesn't pass him by.]

Is it really that great? It rains all the time...

[He shakes his head, trying to chase away his negative thoughts. He's spent days locked inside chewing them over. He needed a break from them.]

Mm. It's almost... normal. [No school, no NERV, nothing of that sort aside from the mandatory training sessions. It's given him too much time to think.] This city would be a decent place to live in.

Not 'would be'. It is. [Toji gives and authoritative nod. He wont let you make him waver on his decision to accept this place, Shinji.]

You gotta be more positive. What we have here is a pretty good livin' situation, and we gotta appreciate that to it's fullest.

[His impromptu motivational speech is cut short however by a woman who appears to be a waitress exiting the kitchen with another customer's order. He slaps Shinji on the shoulder and hisses 'look!', gaping at the waitress as he does so.

It then occurs to Toji that maybe this isn't exactly playing it cool, so he jerks his gaze away suddenly, thwacking Shinji again.]

No, don't look! Look at me! Don't get caught starin' or you'll ruin my game!

[In a way, Toji's right. For the most part they're left on their own to do what they want and given the funds to do it--thinking of it that way, life isn't too bad. Still...

He's shaken out of his thoughts with that slap. Startled, he looks at where Toji's looking, but he's smacked on the back again, causing him to hunch and duck his head. He glances back at the waitress.]

Do you mean her? I think she saw us already...

look how those funky monkeys talk & walk in store

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and the award for the slowest tagger goes to...

idk man i think it might be a tie

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