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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao rushed to Takeo’s side and leaped over to him, wrapping an arm around Takeo’s shoulder to stop himself. “We got paid today!” His grin sparkled as he laughed. “What’re you gonna spend it on?”
Notes: For anon's prompt, 'Write "a day in the life of" of any character! (Takeo would be cool if you can't decide!)'
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 865
Status: Work in progress
Tao rushed to Takeo’s side and leaped over to him, wrapping an arm around Takeo’s shoulder to stop himself. “We got paid today!” His grin sparkled as he laughed. “What’re you gonna spend it on?”
Takeo didn’t answer, blinking. Frankenstein had paid them? The scientist had said he would, but Takeo was used to scientists promising something and then getting distracted soon after. What was he going to spend it on? “I don’t…know?”
Tao gaped at him. “You don’t? I made a list! Now I just gotta figure out what I wanna spend it on first.” Tao craned his neck to look behind them and then waved with his free hand. “Yooo!”
M-21 nodded to them as he walked over.
“So what did you buy first when you got paid?” Tao asked once M-21 was closer.
M-21 shrugged. “Clothes.”
“But that’s boooring!” Tao wailed, waving his arm.
“I needed them,” M-21 said, rolling his eyes. “I was already using Frankenstein’s clothes; I needed my own.”
“…Yeah, your shirt was wrecked after fighting with Shark too.” Tao scrunched up his face. “Still boring though.”
“You can walk around shirtless then and see Frankenstein’s reaction to that.”
Takeo felt Tao stiffen. “Heh, okay, I see yer point.”
Clothes seemed to be a good starting point. Takeo had already been on the wrong side of Frankenstein’s ire; he didn’t intend to do that again.
* * *
Takeo parted ways from Tao and M-21, Tao beelining for the electronic stores while M-21 headed back to the house.
It had been easy to find clothes and it didn’t take long for Takeo to have a few bags as he walked down the street.
What else did he need? What else did he want?
He turned his head, hearing the conversations around him, catching words and phrases he understood.
A dictionary would be good. Something he could use to double check words he didn’t know and would know that was telling the truth. And a notebook to keep track of what he’d heard throughout the day and then translate later.
So he needed pens as well… What else…
* * *
Takeo had already filled a page of his notebook by the time he got back to the house, running the words through his mind, trying to make sure he remembered how it had been said.
On the next page he copied the same words, writing their translations next to them, flicking through his dictionary and the internet to cross-reference each other.
Once he was done, he closed the notebook and placed it in a pocket.
* * *
“So what did ya get?” Tao asked, poking his head into Takeo’s room, looking around.
“Clothes-” Tao scrunched his face, sticking his tongue out. “-and a dictionary.”
Tao’s eyes went wide. “But I was teachin’ ya!”
Takeo just looked at him. “The wrong words.”
“Only a couple,” Tao said with a snicker. “Nothing too bad.”
“I’ll stick with the dictionary.”
“Fiiine. Anyway,” Tao said, shaking his head, “M’s gonna show me the game the children were playing earlier — you comin’?”
Takeo nodded, going over to join Tao.
* * *
It was easy to catch words he was uncertain about just going to the school and listening to the children there talk, but he got side glances whenever he pulled the notebook out.
Attention. It wasn’t something he was used to — he usually hung back, the rest of the DA5 drawing their enemies’ fire. He wasn’t supposed to be seen. He was the sniper. That was the point.
He couldn’t hear conversations from the rooftops -they were too high, even with his enhanced hearing- so he took to the shadows of the alleys instead, out of the way.
Takeo relaxed as he leaned against the wall. That was better, observing people rather than being observed.
Now that he was in a better position, he settled down to listen.
* * *
“Big brother!”
Takeo turned his head at the call, seeing a young girl jog through the crowd to meet up with an older boy.
His heart twinged at the sight of them, at how the older boy’s face lit up at the sight of them.
Teir-
No. She hadn’t been Teira. Had never been Teira.
She’d never been sick either, and he’d spent all that time worrying about her.
The ache in his heart moved, so it was pulling at his stomach, like something was trying to carve it out, bit by bit.
Takeo looked away, taking a steadying breath and looked down.
The notebook and pen was crumpled in his fist, ink dripping to the ground.
Right… He would need to buy one…
* * *
Takeo couldn’t pay attention to the conversations as he walked home, his mind returning to Teir - Aris every single time.
Everything about her had been a lie.
All of his memories of her had been a lie.
If his memories had been that easy to manipulate, what else did he misremember? Was anything he remembered true?
Takeo glanced at the notebook in his hand. Maybe…he could use this notebook to keep a diary instead and buy another one for learning Korean.
The fic was originally going to be an epistolary fic with Takeo writing in his diary, but then the setup kept getting longer and longer, until when I actually reached the writing in the diary part, it didn’t feel like it fit tone as the rest of the fic. 8′D
Summary: Tao rushed to Takeo’s side and leaped over to him, wrapping an arm around Takeo’s shoulder to stop himself. “We got paid today!” His grin sparkled as he laughed. “What’re you gonna spend it on?”
Notes: For anon's prompt, 'Write "a day in the life of" of any character! (Takeo would be cool if you can't decide!)'
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 865
Status: Work in progress
Tao rushed to Takeo’s side and leaped over to him, wrapping an arm around Takeo’s shoulder to stop himself. “We got paid today!” His grin sparkled as he laughed. “What’re you gonna spend it on?”
Takeo didn’t answer, blinking. Frankenstein had paid them? The scientist had said he would, but Takeo was used to scientists promising something and then getting distracted soon after. What was he going to spend it on? “I don’t…know?”
Tao gaped at him. “You don’t? I made a list! Now I just gotta figure out what I wanna spend it on first.” Tao craned his neck to look behind them and then waved with his free hand. “Yooo!”
M-21 nodded to them as he walked over.
“So what did you buy first when you got paid?” Tao asked once M-21 was closer.
M-21 shrugged. “Clothes.”
“But that’s boooring!” Tao wailed, waving his arm.
“I needed them,” M-21 said, rolling his eyes. “I was already using Frankenstein’s clothes; I needed my own.”
“…Yeah, your shirt was wrecked after fighting with Shark too.” Tao scrunched up his face. “Still boring though.”
“You can walk around shirtless then and see Frankenstein’s reaction to that.”
Takeo felt Tao stiffen. “Heh, okay, I see yer point.”
Clothes seemed to be a good starting point. Takeo had already been on the wrong side of Frankenstein’s ire; he didn’t intend to do that again.
Takeo parted ways from Tao and M-21, Tao beelining for the electronic stores while M-21 headed back to the house.
It had been easy to find clothes and it didn’t take long for Takeo to have a few bags as he walked down the street.
What else did he need? What else did he want?
He turned his head, hearing the conversations around him, catching words and phrases he understood.
A dictionary would be good. Something he could use to double check words he didn’t know and would know that was telling the truth. And a notebook to keep track of what he’d heard throughout the day and then translate later.
So he needed pens as well… What else…
Takeo had already filled a page of his notebook by the time he got back to the house, running the words through his mind, trying to make sure he remembered how it had been said.
On the next page he copied the same words, writing their translations next to them, flicking through his dictionary and the internet to cross-reference each other.
Once he was done, he closed the notebook and placed it in a pocket.
“So what did ya get?” Tao asked, poking his head into Takeo’s room, looking around.
“Clothes-” Tao scrunched his face, sticking his tongue out. “-and a dictionary.”
Tao’s eyes went wide. “But I was teachin’ ya!”
Takeo just looked at him. “The wrong words.”
“Only a couple,” Tao said with a snicker. “Nothing too bad.”
“I’ll stick with the dictionary.”
“Fiiine. Anyway,” Tao said, shaking his head, “M’s gonna show me the game the children were playing earlier — you comin’?”
Takeo nodded, going over to join Tao.
It was easy to catch words he was uncertain about just going to the school and listening to the children there talk, but he got side glances whenever he pulled the notebook out.
Attention. It wasn’t something he was used to — he usually hung back, the rest of the DA5 drawing their enemies’ fire. He wasn’t supposed to be seen. He was the sniper. That was the point.
He couldn’t hear conversations from the rooftops -they were too high, even with his enhanced hearing- so he took to the shadows of the alleys instead, out of the way.
Takeo relaxed as he leaned against the wall. That was better, observing people rather than being observed.
Now that he was in a better position, he settled down to listen.
“Big brother!”
Takeo turned his head at the call, seeing a young girl jog through the crowd to meet up with an older boy.
His heart twinged at the sight of them, at how the older boy’s face lit up at the sight of them.
Teir-
No. She hadn’t been Teira. Had never been Teira.
She’d never been sick either, and he’d spent all that time worrying about her.
The ache in his heart moved, so it was pulling at his stomach, like something was trying to carve it out, bit by bit.
Takeo looked away, taking a steadying breath and looked down.
The notebook and pen was crumpled in his fist, ink dripping to the ground.
Right… He would need to buy one…
Takeo couldn’t pay attention to the conversations as he walked home, his mind returning to Teir - Aris every single time.
Everything about her had been a lie.
All of his memories of her had been a lie.
If his memories had been that easy to manipulate, what else did he misremember? Was anything he remembered true?
Takeo glanced at the notebook in his hand. Maybe…he could use this notebook to keep a diary instead and buy another one for learning Korean.
The fic was originally going to be an epistolary fic with Takeo writing in his diary, but then the setup kept getting longer and longer, until when I actually reached the writing in the diary part, it didn’t feel like it fit tone as the rest of the fic. 8′D