Post by Shinpei Minamoto on Aug 5, 2014 18:01:14 GMT -5
It was the anniversary of his sister's death. Not a very happy day. You could say he wasn't in a very good mood. Some large number of years ago, they'd all come to the Seireitei. Some large number of years ago, he'd lost his twin. He wasn't expecting to get her back any time soon.
Shinpei was drunk. Which, come to think of it, is a bit repetitive. Let's try again:
It was the anniversary of his sister's death.
This was something that, if Shun had forgotten, he was loudly reminded of at around 2AM in the night. Morning? Night. Awakened in the night. Pounding on a wall and loudly shouting tends to do that to someone.
"Come on," Shinpei shouted. "You don' have time for your own... fer your own brother?" He was carrying a bottle of something. Some alcohol. He wasn't quite sure himself what was in it. He took another swig of it, but couldn't quite come to a conclusion. He decided there'd need to be some additional attempts.
"Come on!" he yelled, but missed the wall with his fist somehow. The swing unbalanced his already-unsteady stance and sent him right along. He ended up doing some sort of graceful slump to the ground beside it and wound up with his back against his brother's house. He decided it had all been planned.
Shinpei was not drunk very often--once a year about, he supposed. About that much. He knew how to handle a certain amount of liquor, certainly: he enjoyed a little buzz on almost any occasion. He just didn't have much experience getting really, truly, roaring drunk. Not that his brother had any sort of idea either: the thought made him chuckle, then laugh, then guffaw. He wasn't sure how loud he was being.
He was a little bit of a mess--clothes askew, hair messy, liquor splashed over a couple parts of his body. He stank of it.
"Come on..." he mumbled, feeling suddenly very sleepy. He only barely heard the sliding door open.
He stared up at the face of his elder brother. Shinpei wore a wolfish grin.
"Hey broth... brother." He burped and took a second try at the sentence. "What are you up to? Howsh life?"
He figured those were some appropriate questions for a momentous brotherly meeting.
Shinpei was drunk. Which, come to think of it, is a bit repetitive. Let's try again:
It was the anniversary of his sister's death.
This was something that, if Shun had forgotten, he was loudly reminded of at around 2AM in the night. Morning? Night. Awakened in the night. Pounding on a wall and loudly shouting tends to do that to someone.
"Come on," Shinpei shouted. "You don' have time for your own... fer your own brother?" He was carrying a bottle of something. Some alcohol. He wasn't quite sure himself what was in it. He took another swig of it, but couldn't quite come to a conclusion. He decided there'd need to be some additional attempts.
"Come on!" he yelled, but missed the wall with his fist somehow. The swing unbalanced his already-unsteady stance and sent him right along. He ended up doing some sort of graceful slump to the ground beside it and wound up with his back against his brother's house. He decided it had all been planned.
Shinpei was not drunk very often--once a year about, he supposed. About that much. He knew how to handle a certain amount of liquor, certainly: he enjoyed a little buzz on almost any occasion. He just didn't have much experience getting really, truly, roaring drunk. Not that his brother had any sort of idea either: the thought made him chuckle, then laugh, then guffaw. He wasn't sure how loud he was being.
He was a little bit of a mess--clothes askew, hair messy, liquor splashed over a couple parts of his body. He stank of it.
"Come on..." he mumbled, feeling suddenly very sleepy. He only barely heard the sliding door open.
He stared up at the face of his elder brother. Shinpei wore a wolfish grin.
"Hey broth... brother." He burped and took a second try at the sentence. "What are you up to? Howsh life?"
He figured those were some appropriate questions for a momentous brotherly meeting.