Nightwing-Ryuuji drinking RP.
May. 16th, 2006 12:25 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
7 o'clock, and all was well in Hell, or so Ryuuji blithely assumed.
Because he was being blithe. Oh yes. That was what overstressed, emotionally worn-out Ryuujis did. They smiled, and they laughed, and they did their absolute best not think about anything at all.
Repress. Repress. Repress. Smile.
Leaning against the gates, a little early as per usual, Ryuuji played idly with a pair of black dice, rolling them over the back of his knuckles and then tossing them into the air to catch them with his hand. Hah. He rocked. Oh yes. He rocked harder than a diamond on crack.
Nothing could hurt him or bring him down. Nope. Not at all.
No way would he let it.
Repress. Repress. Repress. Smile.
Because he was being blithe. Oh yes. That was what overstressed, emotionally worn-out Ryuujis did. They smiled, and they laughed, and they did their absolute best not think about anything at all.
Repress. Repress. Repress. Smile.
Leaning against the gates, a little early as per usual, Ryuuji played idly with a pair of black dice, rolling them over the back of his knuckles and then tossing them into the air to catch them with his hand. Hah. He rocked. Oh yes. He rocked harder than a diamond on crack.
Nothing could hurt him or bring him down. Nope. Not at all.
No way would he let it.
Repress. Repress. Repress. Smile.