Go-kon Open Log

[ahonoyume]

Welcome to the wonderful fall weekend go-kon dating event! Though typically karaoke is a rather intimate affair, Oshitari rented out a larger room to accommodate the crowd. There’s an open bar area with snacks and soft drinks; a few high tops surround it, dotting the way toward some of the comfier couches that frame the small stage. Around the stage the room is dimly lit, illuminated mostly by a few low lamps and flittering disco lights. The snacks, however, are perfectly illuminated.

Whether or not you put yourself on Oshitari's list, you can show up. Either you're someones plus one or you PM'd Oshitari last minute.

(ooc: (1) While there will be NPC characters there, keep in mind that they're all friends of friends. As such, they're all perfectly nice people who would not take advantage of anyone. Use them as you see fit.
(2) While I know there are large drinks being offered for free, please do not get your character dangerously drunk. Intoxicated and a little sloppy is fine, but please no hospitalization/extreme illness. Keep it fun!)

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[ahonoyume]

"I'm not allowed to be concerned when you disappear?" Yuushi approached closer and noted that Kenya's shirt had been completely pulled out of shape too. How horrible.

Otherwise, well, this seemed a long time coming. "Though in this case, I ought to applaud you." But where was the other half of the damage?

[oshitarik]

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I just..." The blond waved his hand in the air. "Space, yeah?" He'd needed some space to settle down, that was all. Dropping his fingers from the marks on his next, he exhaled deeply. "I was gonna come back in a few, Yuutan."

Preferably when he didn't look like quite a mess. His jaw and neck, his shirt... Zaizen really had done a number on him, hadn't he?

Kenya plucked at the shoulder of his shirt, trying to get it to lay back down properly. "You... What?" he paused, looked up and blinked at his cousin, confused. "Why?"

[ahonoyume]

"Don't worry about it, love," Yuushi said easily. He approached and turned Kenya around a bit to help fix him up. "Let me take care of this."

Wetting his fingers a little, he smoothed Kenya's hair back into place and did what he could for that shirt. "Did you not find a room with Zaizen-kun?" he asked.

[oshitarik]

Kenya let himself be turned to face his cousin, relaxing a bit more as the other fussed with his blond hair and the dishelved shirt. "Uh... Yeah," he shrugged after a pause. "He just went next door. We..."

Almost talked? Sorta?

Except Kenya wasn't that good of liar — not even to himself. Instead, the blond motioned to his neck absently, because his cousin was a genius and there was no hiding the obvious from him. "May have gotten distracted... Little bit."