When Worlds Collide [Tag: Daisuke]

[takeshi]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q489/solitudecalling/Kira_Yamato.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]It was late, that’s all Takeshi knew. He couldn’t be certain what time it was, not really, but he just felt it, in his bones, on his skin. He should be asleep, though it was going to be all but impossible for him tonight - and it wasn’t just because of his insomnia. He had company for once, outside of Tepig who was bouncing along and sniffing at the ground. Carefully, he peered over at Daisuke, nodded his head, turned to face forward again. This was uncomfortable, more than Takeshi wanted. He fought the need to rub the back of his neck or pinch the bridge of his nose. Frustration wouldn’t do him any good, not when he was just back in his old friend’s company for the first time in... how long had it been again? A good five, six, maybe more, years? He frowned at that, knowing full well things couldn’t just go back to where they’d been. But he wanted that friendship. As the silence enveloped them, he thought about how he’d run into Daisuke, in the underground sector of all places. He’d rounded a corner, faster than he intended, only to slam into another solid form. So really, not much to think about, but it was better than swimming in discomfort and unease. Near his feet, where he was sniffing the ground, Tepig looked up as if sensing his discomfort. The Pokemon brushed against Takeshi’s foot and made a soft sound, but Takeshi shook his head. As much as he wanted to gather the Pokemon up and talk about what was on his mind, it wasn’t exactly an appropriate place, or moment, to do so. ”Later.” he mouthed, and smiled when the Tepig made a happy little bounce. Finally, unable to take it any longer, Takeshi ran his fingers through his hair and smiled tightly. “I don’t think we’re going to make it out of here tonight. We should probably find a place to hunker down for the evening, then worry about getting back to the city after we’ve had some rest.” He wasn’t sure how long Daisuke had been going, but he was nearing the end, and even if he didn’t sleep, he had to make the attempt.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[daisuke]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Daisuke wasn’t a big fan of tromping around in the dark, especially when he could be asleep in a bed or at least outside under the starts. The blackness underground was far more absolute with no tease of natural light to ease the fear and claustrophobia. He wasn’t about to start running off and screaming, that would only lead to getting lost… and looking like a huge coward. So Daisuke had a firm resolve to do neither. The weariness that had been creeping up on him throughout the trek, was finally settling into his bones and he didn’t have energy to really care anymore. They either got out tonight or didn’t. “Osha?” Kip reached up to place a paw on his trainer’s leg, concern tugging his mouth into a frown. The water type wasn’t happy with the tired and drawn look on his trainer’s face. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Daisuke replied softly, reaching down to pick up the Oshawott. He smiled softly and flicked on of Kip’s ears. At least they weren’t alone anymore, even though Takeshi certainly wasn’t who he’d been expecting. Their last passing had been at the pokemon center a few weeks back. A few exchanged words over a meal and then they’d slept in the same room, but Daisuke made sure he was up and gone before Takeshi woke up. They’d battled the time before that, just to test out one another skill and despite Kip’s type advantage they’d still lost. He’d almost forgotten Takeshi’s determination in a pinch and his heart. How many years had it been now? Eight? Ten? Long enough for Daisuke’s memories to blur and fade. He’d been unprepared for when they’d met back up again and it was a little weird if he was honest. It was like coming across a creature you’d only heard in legend and didn’t think existed. He didn’t even know that Takeshi had survived the disease. Daisuke raised his head to focus on his childhood friend as he spoke. He worried his bottom lip. Spending a night in the tunnels wasn’t something he was particularly fond of but… “Um okay. I’m sure there’s a crevice we could fit into somewhere along here.” Kip wiggled in his trainers grip. As soon as his feet touched the ground he waddled over to Takeshi’s Tepig and waved its arms. “Osh osh osha osha osh!” We should go ahead and find something for ‘em! With a beckoning paw, he started trotting down the passage. WORDS! 414 TAGS! Takeshi NOTES! Oshawott and Tepig forever! [/style]

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[takeshi]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q489/solitudecalling/Kira_Yamato.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Not many words, but that was okay with Takeshi. Somehow, the lack of sentences was comfortable. Familiar, even. He found himself smiling without meaning to and quickly shook himself of the humor before Daisuke noticed. It wasn’t anything against his old friend, just a shock of warmth that reminded him of why they’d been friends to begin with. So long ago that it was difficult to put together all the pieces - but just enough remained to give Takeshi some comfort. Later, he knew, he’d probably ask questions. Their last few encounters hadn’t provided much room for catching up, what between a battle here or there and the passing nods or short phrases. Maybe when they had settled in somewhere. It would almost be like cornering Daisuke, but without shuffling him there on purpose. Yes, that seemed like a good plan, and he nodded his agreement when he heard the other boy speak. ”Shouldn’t be too difficult to find something to hunker down in. We’ve got our two, and I’m sure they’d be willing to help sniff something out.” And the way it looked, the two were conspiring about something. He had yet to fully understand the Pokemons individual and unique languages, but he could understand the intentions they had. For the most part. The Tepig - often called Brand by his trainer - bounced around Kip with a happy trill of ”Tepig! Tepig! Tepig!” that seemed to be on repeat. Takeshi winced as the creature’s voice increased, and he noted how excited his little friend seemed to be. Brand followed after Kip with a wiggle of his bottom, and he nudged the Oshawott when he caught up. He was in complete agreement that they find something, and soon: he wanted to make sure their trainers would be safe and comfortable for the night.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[daisuke]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Daisuke tilted his head in curiosity as Takeshi shook his head. What was that about? Come to think of it though, his friend had always been like that. Lost in his thoughts and shaking the stupor away when he came back to earth. A small smile twitched at the corner of his lips, but Daisuke was quick to smooth it away. He widened his steps to catch up with Takeshi and bumped shoulders with him. ”They seem to be getting along pretty well too. I have no doubt we’ll find something. Besides we’ve been in worse incidents than this.” Memories from their childhood filled Daisuke’s head. The one that stuck out the most was the time the both of them had gotten stuck up in the rafters of a barn. There was hay and fruit and holes in the floor, but they climbed up and around on the support beams only… they’d gotten stuck and weren’t sure how to get down without breaking something. The teen chuckled at the memory and turned his grin toward Takeshi. ”Remember the old barn? Pa had to send in his old grumpy Gerafarig. He tanned my hide after that.” Kip patted the fire type on the head as they walked on ahead. There was something up the way that had to be a crevice of some sort. He dashed forward to feel around the edges to see how wide it was. Osh? Kip stuck his head inside, looking for a cavern on the other side. He went to pull back and found his head stuck. Growling, he pulled back harder and his head would budge. The pokemon began to flail and jerk around. Osha! Osha! Osh osha oshawott!!!! Help! Help! Someone get me out of here! He called out to the Tepig and his trainer. WORDS! 301 TAGS! Takeshi NOTES! Still Oshawott and Tepig forever! [/style]

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[takeshi]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q489/solitudecalling/Kira_Yamato.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Takeshi nodded his agreement, ran a hand through his hair and smiled as he watched the two of them run off. “They are. I’m glad for it too.” Brand was usually friendly, for the most part, but Takeshi was warmed by how quickly the Tepig had taken to Daisuke and his Oshawott. He glanced at his old friend, his smile turning fond, and he chuckled under his breath. “That we have.” Plenty of those unmentioned incidents were still tucked away in Takeshi’s head too. There was the time they had traipsed through tall grass when they were supposed to be helping with chores, or when they’d been stuck overnight in a forest together, an incident that held similarity to their current situation. Then there was the barn event, and he laughed, unable to help himself. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He flicked away tears from the corner of his eyes and shook his head ruefully. “I was just thinking about that myself, so yes, I do remember it.” He scratched his ear and pulled back on the cheerful tone of his voice. “I honestly don’t know who was more displeased about the entire thing either - your Pa, or that Girafarig. It tried to bite me you know, but you still ended up with the worse end of the bargain.” Brand gave a startled sound and jumped back to avoid being kicked. When he found an opportunity, he grabbed onto Kip’s foot with his mouth and tried to tug, only to tumble and roll back. He scrambled to his feet, nudged Kip gently. ”Tep, Tepig, Tepig!” I’ll go get help! Then he ran off to their trainers, going first to his then to Daisuke. “Teppppigggg!” Help! Help! Help![/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[daisuke]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Daisuke smiled and nodded at his friends words. Dropping his head and looking off to the side he couldn’t help but think about all the ups and downs they’d suffered while together as children and apart as near adults. It’s certainly been a wild ride. Too bad it’s going way to fast to ask to get off… His emerald eyes slid across the distance between them to watch Takeshi’s smiling face. A faint dusting of rose tinted his cheeks and he quickly pinched his leg to distract himself. No! He wasn’t allowed to think his friend was cute! Never and not at all! They’d just met again after all, he couldn’t go falling for the teen and swoon into his arms. Wincing as he pinched himself again, perhaps a bit too hard Daisuke rubbed the injured area. His mouth open to offer small talk and hopefully get his mind off of his current thoughts, he was stopped mid breath by Brand. “What? What’s wrong?” Lifting his eyes the boy saw his pokemon’s flailing feet. “Kip!” Running to the Oshawotts side he, gently pried the pokemon free. Falling back into his trainers arms, Kip cried and buried his face into the boys shirt. “Hey now. It’s okay. It’s all over, you’re okay.” Daisuke spoke softly and gently rubbed the otter pokemon’s smarting head. “You did a good job finding a hole, though I don’t think it’s big enough.” Daisuke stood, holding Kip against his chest and turned toward Takeshi. “Maybe we should take over the search, before someone gets hurt.” He smiled and continued petting his pokemon. WORDS! 266 TAGS! Takeshi NOTES! Still Oshawott and Tepig forever! [/style]

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[takeshi]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q489/solitudecalling/Kira_Yamato.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]The wince, and subsequent movement of rubbing the injured spot, caught Takeshi’s attention. He turned, looking first at Daisuke’s fingers and then realizing he was starring, drew his attention up to his friend’s face. They appeared tinged with pink, a shade Takeshi wasn’t familiar with seeing on Daisuke’s face. Then again, it had been how many years since they’d been in close proximity? Not that he minded really, because he thought the light blush was actually kind of cute. He opened his mouth to say something about it, maybe a light hearted but flirty quip, when Brand ran over and the brief rescue of Kip took place. Tucking those thoughts away for later, Takeshi knelt down and gave Brand a pat, thanking him for his good work in informing them of the Oshawott’s plight. When he stood and straightened, he reached over to run his own soothing fingers over the back of Kip’s head, inadvertently brushing against Daisuke’s hand in the process. A flush of his own reached his cheeks, but he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he let his darkening eyes wander over to Daisuke’s. Only after Brand tugged on the cuff of his pants did he look away, but he realized the tingles that had formed on his skin were now racing through his body. On the subject of searching themselves, he agreed, and let Daisuke know as much. “They seemed to be on the right track at least, and Kip did an excellent job of trying to find us a place.” The Oshawott still seemed intent on curling against his trainer, and Takeshi’s heart pitter-pattered at the scene that was displayed. He felt Brand move around at his feet and looked down to see his own Pokemon trying to climb up his leg. With a soft chuckle, he gathered the Tepig up, who quickly proceeded to lean over and check on Kip with a gentle tap to his arm. He gave Tepig long enough to check on his friend before starting them forward. Even then Brand insisted on moving, and Takeshi bit down on his tongue to keep from snapping at him. When he finally looked, he saw what the commotion was about - Brand wanted to be near his friend, not just watching over him, and he continued to wiggle about until he broke free of the hold. He climbed cautiously onto Daisuke’s shoulder and nudged the other trainer’s neck. ”Tepi!” Hold onto me, please. before crowding into the Oshawott’s space. Only then did he seem to settle. Takeshi put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing, but the grin on his face was more than apparent through his fingers. He dipped his head in apology, and when he felt he wasn’t going to laugh outright he pulled his hand away from his face. “Brand’s got his serious face on. I uh, think he means to stay there for a while. He’s not too heavy for you, is he?” Maybe if Daisuke could watch over the two of them, Takeshi could scout on ahead a bit. Though... he squinted and pointed ahead of him. “They may have been close.” A little alcove up ahead looked like a good spot to investigate. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]Words: 546 Tag: Daisuke Notes: Nothing at the mo'! made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

[daisuke]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Daisuke’s hand jerked as he felt Takeshi’s fingers brush his. The slight blush intensified on his cheeks and he lifted his head to look his friend in the eye. Neither of them looked away and he had to push down the urge to fidget. Brand’s distraction was a welcome one, and he coughed lightly and rubbed at his warm cheeks when Takeshi was distracted. “They certainly did.” He stood, scooting Kip closer to the Tepig so they cold reassure each other they were alright. Daisuke stood and followed Takeshi’s lead, accepting the extra weight of Brand as the Tepig settled in his arms. “Want a ride do you?” He lifted a hand and gave both pokemon a good scratch. He turned and elbowed Takeshi with a grin. “There’s no way I can handle him, that’s why I’ve dropped them both.” He joked, raising and eye brow and hefting the pair so he could cradle them more comfortably. Daisuke followed Tekashi’s gaze down the tunnel. “You think? Why not go on ahead a little bit, we’ll be okay.” Kip flailed a paw in agreement, leaning on top of Brand. WORDS! 188 TAGS! Takeshi NOTES! Total and utter failpost. D: [/style]

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[takeshi]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;] [STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q489/solitudecalling/Kira_Yamato.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Takeshi saluted Daisuke and nodded. "I'll be back in a jiff." Truth be told, he was kind of glad for the chance to walk a little ways forward by himself. He was... confused over the meaning of that touch, slight though it might have been, between them. He looked at his fingers when he was sure he was far enough ahead and he could have sworn they still burned. They certainly felt like it at least. He checked out the spot he'd indicated and noted that it appeared to have been used in the past. There were markings in the dirty and stone, and what looked like scorch marks from a fire. He brushed his fingers over the patterns lining the stone and smiled. Okay, so this might be a good place after all. He stood and brushed his hands clean then turned on his heel and jogged back to Daisuke. "It's a good spot. Looks like someone has used it before so we should be nice and cozy for the night." There might not be any food - and he patted his stomach when it rumbled - but he could survive until morning. Moving forward, he gave Brand a pat and led the way forward to the alcove. "See? Plenty of space for the four of us. We might have to huddle together though." He risked a glance at Daisuke, and seemed almost... shy in how he smiled.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]Words: 242 Tag: Daisuke Notes: It was a short post, NOT a failpost. *snugs* made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]