Wake
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Nagisa steps back in surprise at first, then a grin begins to spread across his face, “Wow,” he murmers under his breath, steppinf forward and patting the dog on the head, “I’ve never seen such a big dog before… so cool!”
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Taking off his backpack but leaving his guitar on, Nagisa looks around the home. “Thank you again for letting me stay, it would have been the worst possible thing of teacher were to find me…”
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Nagisa pulled his guitar up onto his shoulder and allowed himself to be dragged along, he hadn’t been taken by the hand like this since he was a kid, it improved his mood instantly.
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“Um… If you’re sure it’s fine… I wouldn’t want to cause trouble or anything.” Nagisa responds timidly.
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“I called teacher, she’s gonna call someone I can’t talk to and I can’t go home before then…” Nagisa puts his forehead against the wall in despair, “Maybe I’ll take a random train out of here,” he mumbles to himself, “or just kill myself, less of a hassle, no one would care really…”
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“Ah, I guess he really is a nice guy…” Nagisa holds the money in front of his face and sighs, “Though, I shouldn’t have done that, it’s just instincts, you know? I really am stupid, right?” He smiles painfully, pulling at the hair in front of his eyes as if trying to hide behind it. “I-, um, I’m gonna call home…” He inserts the quarter into a nearby pay phone and dials a number. The only words that were said on Nagisa’s end were “hi, it’s me,” and “I’m sorry,” repeated over and over, gradually getting more sad until he finally hung up with a depressing sigh.
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Nagisa looks down, becoming more than a little upset, “sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you… I’ll be going, sorry for the interruption.” The hurt he felt came out very apparently in his voice. He bowed slightly and left the shop at almost a run.
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Nagisa, hearing the sound of guitar goes to follow it and arrives at the shop. “Hey, um, you aren’t really hitting the low E string on your up-strum and you should really be barring your F cord, also play closer to the fret.” He explains, Â adjusting some of the positions of the guys fingers, “make sure to strum with your wrist, also can I borrow a quarter?”
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“Huh, kind of a weird name, right?” He shrugs, “Might not be, I don’t know stuff anyway.” Nagisa walks back to the spot he was sitting and collects his guitar and backpack, then checks his pockets and sighs, “Do you happen to have a quarter or something for a pay phone? I’m flat broke.”
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“Oh, well that’s good.” Nagisa offers his hand to Fang, “My name is Nagisa, first name: Akihiko. If you care at least.”
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Nagisa doesn’t notice what happened until he heard the sound of crashing. He pulls a lock of hair away from one of his eyes and sees Fang on the ground after his tumble. He quickly rushes over to help, “Are you bleeding anywhere? I have band aids.”
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“The church? Right now?” Snidely asks, voice between uninterested and reluctant. He reaches into his pocket and puts a cigarette in his mouth, but doesn’t light it yet, “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I ain’t really the religious type.”
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Snidely looks the house up and down, “The whole thing?” Snidely asks, putting his wings in his pockets. Having never been outside of the city, seeing such a large home was almost alien to him, with everything being high-rise buildings with tiny coops just big enough for one chicken.
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He scowls and mutters to himself, “that’s the understatement of the century…” Snidely wasn’t really used to talking about himself and doing so made him feel kinda weird, so he stretched out his wings and said in an effort to change the subject, “anyway, we’ve been walking forever, are we there yet?”
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“It was like a prison, they would check between our feathers for drugs and shit when we walked in, the teachers main job was to keep us in the classrooms and to keep the gangs from breaking out into mini turf wars, I dropped out midway.” Snidely sighs, hating the memories of those days.