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Feb. 12th, 2008 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaChitose stared out the window of the train as the walls of the underground station whizzed by. After a while the walls blurred together, all looking the same. Riding on trains were relaxing. They were moving, but you did not have to move. It was like meditation, or spirit traveling. Riding the train was actually a lot like spirit traveling actually. It freed up your mind, let you commune with the world, let you think.
Got you really fucking lost.
“Chitose!” Chitose winced at Shiraishi’s tinny but still harsh voice. Cell phones always distorted voices, but Shiraishi’s anger came through loud and clear. “Chitose where the fuck are you?”
Chitose stared up at the sign, tipping his head slightly to the side. The station was bustling around him. “Osaka. I think.”
“…when will you be getting back?” Shiraishi questioned, and Chitose could almost see Shiraishi unwinding his arm. Chitose was not afraid of Shiraishi’s poison arm, but he knew that Shiraishi wasn’t above strangling him with the bandages.
“Nnn.” Chitose watched the train to Tokyo roll in. “Soon.”
Got you really fucking lost.
“Chitose!” Chitose winced at Shiraishi’s tinny but still harsh voice. Cell phones always distorted voices, but Shiraishi’s anger came through loud and clear. “Chitose where the fuck are you?”
Chitose stared up at the sign, tipping his head slightly to the side. The station was bustling around him. “Osaka. I think.”
“…when will you be getting back?” Shiraishi questioned, and Chitose could almost see Shiraishi unwinding his arm. Chitose was not afraid of Shiraishi’s poison arm, but he knew that Shiraishi wasn’t above strangling him with the bandages.
“Nnn.” Chitose watched the train to Tokyo roll in. “Soon.”
