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RP Log: Iori and Ken
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jade_d_green wrote in the__digiverse
Hey look, it's another log! Crazinessssss~!

What: Iori's roomie Nay is a nosy busybody who likes to make things happen
Why: We said so
When: Nov. 4, 2011
Who: Ken, Iori, and npcs, mostly Nay (the roommate)
Where: Iori's dorm and random club

When Iori'd first moved to the states in July, he'd expected to have to some adjustments to living in a foreign country. He had with his exchange studies in Mexico and their culture was closer to that of Japan's; at least in regards to formality.

Since then he'd made a lot more adjustments than he'd expected to, and was rather pleased with most of them.

His two roommates - he'd been assigned a triple room that he shared with the two other men - had gone from mildly alarming, especially in Nay's case, to comfortably familiar and reassuring; again, especially in Nay's case.

He'd found Nay disturbing at first. The other male was transgender and had taken full advantage of getting away from his family and the new independence to dress how he'd always wanted. Which involved copious amounts of glitter, ruffles, and overall super girly. Thankfully, he - or really she, to be exact; even though the administration still labeled Nay male, which was why she was rooming with two guys instead of girls - never felt the need to use the word or anything similarly cliche.

Nay was proud of who she was and all things in the LGBT community, something that she felt needed to be shared with Iori. He'd been hesitant at first. He'd only recently given his sexual orientation a second thought. Before his attempt at heterosexual dating with Noriko, there had only been Ken and a slight puppy crush on Koushiro. It wasn't something he'd ever thought to label before.

Nay had opened up a whole new side of life to him. It wasn't always wonderful, but even when it was gritty and harsh, it was real. He didn't always approve of what others in the community pushed to the mainstream. He disliked the promiscuity that thrived in the club scenes, along with drugs and other means of self abuse. Ironically, his past self - back when he was cutting - would have been more at ease with that part than the more open-minded self of present.

Next to Nay, his other roommate, Alex, might be considered dull. He was almost an American stereotype; muscled, blonde, and tall with decent grades and a football scholarship. He was nice enough, even though Nay and the LGBT community at large seemed to make him uncomfortable. He did try, though, and Iori gave him credit for that.

So, unsurprisingly, Alex had ducked out for the night before Nay and he got ready to go out for the night. Iori only let himself be pulled out the clubs once or twice a month, which only seemed to increase Nay's excitement for the times she got to play dress up with him instead of decrease it like he'd hoped.

Tonight they'd compromised on black knee-high boots, more platform than actual heel, with rather short - at least for his tastes - leather shorts and an off the shoulder top that hung loosely under a tight over-vest. He'd even been generous enough to let her way him down with several bangles hanging off his wrists and some fashionable chain/fabric stripes that hung off his belt loops and crisscrossed around his waist. Heavy black eyeliner and a hint of lip color completed the look, and of course the signature glitter that Nay felt entitled to force upon everyone she met, if possible.

She seemed overly happy tonight; he doubted it had to do with him letting her dress him up like one of Isaribi's barbie dolls, even going so far as to pick out his tongue stud so that it matched his outfit.

How she wasn't a fashion major was beyond his comprehension.

Pushing down the mild apprehension caused by the random giggling spreads Nay kept having, he headed out of the dorm with her towards what would, hopefully, be a fun evening without any of the random spurts of drama that tended to pop up here and there.
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It was an odd, uncomfortable sensation to feel every ounce of blood drain from his face, Ken decided. A feeling he'd rather have gone without. But how was he supposed to react to Iori's clear denial of the truth? He should have just counted himself lucky that in the dark, erratic lighting of the club, Iori couldn't see exactly how his words had shaken Ken.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Ken fought to keep the childish response of 'yes, you did!' inside. There was no point in arguing, especially seeing as Iori was already backpedaling in attempt to make him feel a little less unwelcome. He stiffened a tad when Iori's hand settled on top of his, disliking the feel of Iori... what? Pitying him? That's certainly how it seemed.

Poor lost, confused Ken, somehow ending up in America at a club...

The cheerful voice of Iori's roommate rattled Ken from his self-destructive thoughts. As if caught doing something he wasn't supposed to, he snatched his hand away from Iori's shoulder, taking a few moments to consider the feminine hand that was offered to him before he finally shook it. “Hello,” he offered hollowly, his mind trying to grasp onto the fact that Iori had truly been unaware of his coming tonight.

That and the fact that the girl in front of him was the reason for all of his embarrassment and confusion tonight.

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