[SASHA/OPEN] do the c-c-c-catwalk

[CHRIS HAWTHORNE]

I COULD TELL YOU ANYTHING AT ALL
--------------------------------------------------------- you wouldn't laugh at me

Chris was, to put it simply, bored out of his mind. His parents were off somewhere doing their jobs and left poor Chris stuck in Shibuya, which was basically where they always dropped the teen whenever they were busy and had something to do.

"Nn.. Anybody there?"

He asked out loud, cupping his mouth as if it was a horn that was going to make his voice louder. Sadly, he didn't hear anybody respond, just some random children staring at him oddly. Rolling his eyes, the boy sat on the edge of a rail, calmly putting his headphones on and putting his iPod on shuffle.

...Was anybody there???

I WAS MUSELESS WHILE WRITING THIS 108 WORDED POST, AND I WANTED TO SAY NOTHING

[SASHA CASSIDY]

Finally. Sweet freedom from those kids who think they could dance until they met him. The young choreographer had just finished his work and was starting to head home. Looking at his watch it read ten o' clock, the night was still young, but he was extremely exhausted, but knew he wasn't going to be getting any sleep. Looking around carefully, the man didn't approve himself taking this route home, but he also didn't want to take the long way home either. Shibuya was the one place Sasha told himself to avoid, but obviously he could never escape it. It was either take the ten minute walk through or the two hour walk around and preferably, he would like to get home as soon as possible.

Well, actually, he didn't even walked to go home yet. There was nothing to do and it wasn't like there was anyone there who was waiting for him. Instead he walked in a slower pace, but felt like he was doing something extremely regrettable. Shrugging it off, Sasha noticed someone near by that was just sitting there. He looked pretty young at least compared to him. The boy didn't look suspicious, but then again who knows in a kind of place like this. The blond wondered whether or not he should approach the other; hopefully nothing would happen. After a moment of mentally arguing with himself, Sasha walked toward the boy.

"Oi, kid! Isn't it pass your bedtime?" He teased lightly as he approached him with a smirk. His appearances probably confused the other, here he was a twenty one year old man who only stood at five feet and four inches, but still looked like he was in his early teens. At least he didn't have to worry about old aging, but it was still nerve wrecking that he still had these features about him. Well anyways. "This isn't a place for children, you know."

[CHRIS HAWTHORNE]

I COULD TELL YOU ANYTHING AT ALL
--------------------------------------------------------- you wouldn't laugh at me

His parents worked at night, and were stupid enough to leave the teen alone in an abandoned place like Shibuya, smart move right?

Soon enough, a cute blonde approached him and asked if it was past his bedtime. Surely enough, that made a temper mark appear on the boy's facial features.

"This isn't a place for children, you know."

This made the boy jump onto the ground and glare at the other. In Chris's point of view, Sasha was merely a young little brat who... was sort of cute.. but Chris couldn't tell by the limited amount of light that the moon gave. There weren't even god damn street lights to at least brighten up the mood.

"You better watch it, midget!"

He frowned, knowing that he didn't sound too threatening and sighed, looking out the railing silently. Closing his golden orbs then looking back at the blonde with fierce, though barely noticeable eyes.

I WAS MUSELESS WHILE WRITING THIS 154 WORDED POST, AND I WANTED TO SAY NOTHING

[SASHA CASSIDY]

He noticed he ticked off the kid and quite frankly he was pleased with himself. After such a crappy ass day it was no doubt that he needed some kind of entertainment and at the moment he was sure that he found it. Trying to cover the laughter that so joyously wanted to escape, he listened to the other words until he got called a midget. Walking close enough to get face to face, Sasha knew well he wasn't going to take this idiot's crap. There were more than enough people who called him that and he didn't need some little wandering brat to make an addition to those annoyances.

"What is a brat like you going to do? Cry to mommy and daddy because someone pissed you off?" Replying happily still keeping his eyes on the other feeling the "deadly" glare that was so obviously directed toward him. He didn't really care, it wasn't like he was going to do much of anything. Didn't look that strong to beat him up so as far as he knew, Sasha was pretty safe around a person like this. "Come on kid, cry." Smirking up at him not letting words get to him much at all. He was more curious to see this boy's reaction to his words. Sasha already knew a kid like this wasn't going to cry, but get even more pissed off by the minute and that was alright to him.