doubleppk: Fujiko in a blue leather catsuit, mostly unzipped (Default)
Fujiko Mine ([personal profile] doubleppk) wrote2010-02-19 05:05 pm
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Another Open Log

Who: Fujiko & Lupin (and anyone else if you're really in the mood)
What: Fujiko's 2nd cigarette break for the month and talking to Lupin.
Why: Because there's a lot of unresolved things between them (always will be??)
Where: On top of the sub/near the Vongola decks.
When: Some time this week after Lupin heals a lot more and Fujiko returns from running away to Havoc. Let's go with the 19th. 21st is her casino heist :3
Rating: PG-13? I'll edit if it goes higher.



Fujiko leaned against the cool metal and focused on the cigarette. Sometime between November and January she'd almost managed to give them up. They reminded her of him and there were some days she couldn't take it. Ironic then that she was sitting there now, smoking one and trying to decide what to do about Lupin. If anything. Really, she was just willing to leave it at nothing. Make Goemon and Zenigata deal with his messes now. Maybe back in her world it would have meant more if he'd shown up like that. She softly sang "Paradise" to herself and lazily watched the clouds and seagulls. It was just a chaotic part of her life she couldn't escape. Maybe that didn't really mean she had to do anything about it specifically. Or maybe she should chase down Robin and offer a heist. When she finished with the casino. She'd been lucky that Lupin hadn't stumbled on those plans yet. Maybe Mat really was as lucky as he said.

[identity profile] theebestthief.livejournal.com 2010-02-19 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Across from submarine on the Vongola decks, Lupin had walked out into the cool night air with his hands in his pockets--he would have loved a smoke, but his last match was gone. Instead, without noticing anyone else neither on the submarine nor the Vongola, he rested his elbows on the railing of the ship and sat with his back to Fujiko, his shoulders hunched in thought.

A soft sigh. The sky was really pretty that night--he'd been so cooped up, and he was in essence a man who loved the natural glow of things, even in the cityscape he normally lurked in.