(OOC: Caine is seventeen; six years younger than Ichiro. He is not an 'older man' 
In fact, he is younger than all of the enlisted!)
Tesuro had taken out his notepad while he was still at the height of his good mood. He did not know whether to detail the events of what had happened, or to write a poem relating to how he felt. The notepad was tossed from hand to hand before he made his decision:
He wrote the former not knowing, of course, of the sexually immoral act he had just committed.
Tesuro paused, knowing what he would write next but not entirely sure how to begin or how much detail to put in. He knew that the possibility of his notepad being found was very real, and did not want any concrete evidence pertaining to what he and Kiyoko had done. His fear revolved around the possibility that his equals would treat him with disdain, thinking him in high favor of the Shosa, and shunning him from typical activities. Being the loner that he was, he knew how to occupy his time alone, but he had always been solitary of his own accord, not because he had been outcasted by his peers. Shaking his head, he continued, telling himself that he must chronicle all important events, no matter how risky it was to do so, if he wanted to write a full and engaging book.
Quickly he flipped the notepad shut and tucked the pen back in its place. He shook his hand from writing so much, trying to get the blood flowing properly. Placing the notepad on his lap, he felt that he needed to write more--to portray his feelings in a more pure way. A poem is what he needed, but his current environment was not suitable enough for inspiration. He then resolved to sleep for a while, as his natural Yamataian body needed but a few hours for total refueling, then wake up a couple of hours before the next day's briefing at 0600, go to the Arborteum (which will have been cleaned by that time) and allow his surroundings to drive him to write.
Suddenly he heard a loud crash outside and he stood up quickly, careful not to hit his head on the top bunk. He walked to the door and into the corridor, looking out into the commons when he reached the end. Instead of walking completely out, he merely peered from the side and looked in. He saw Ichiro helping up the blonde haired man he had seen pantsless at the party and Kiyoe fixing the couch, which had apparently fallen over. What he happened, he had no idea, but just as he was about to go out and ask what the commotion was about, he noticed Akira in the room with them.
Shit! he thought. He jumped back behind the corridor, still wanting to apologize to Akira, but not in front of everyone. Does this mean he'll be sharing these quarters...?
Dwelling on this thought for just a moment, he resolved to immediately go to bed to avoid having to speak with him in front of the others. He figured it would be easier to take Akira aside when they were both up and rested in the morning than to barge into the full room and start apologizing to Akira, blurting out in front of everyone his opinions on homosexuality and how he still respected Akira. That was private and needed to be discussed privately, so he quickly escaped back into the bunks, having not made a noise or said a word, and jumped under his covers.
In fact, he is younger than all of the enlisted!)Tesuro had taken out his notepad while he was still at the height of his good mood. He did not know whether to detail the events of what had happened, or to write a poem relating to how he felt. The notepad was tossed from hand to hand before he made his decision:
He wrote the former not knowing, of course, of the sexually immoral act he had just committed.
Tesuro paused, knowing what he would write next but not entirely sure how to begin or how much detail to put in. He knew that the possibility of his notepad being found was very real, and did not want any concrete evidence pertaining to what he and Kiyoko had done. His fear revolved around the possibility that his equals would treat him with disdain, thinking him in high favor of the Shosa, and shunning him from typical activities. Being the loner that he was, he knew how to occupy his time alone, but he had always been solitary of his own accord, not because he had been outcasted by his peers. Shaking his head, he continued, telling himself that he must chronicle all important events, no matter how risky it was to do so, if he wanted to write a full and engaging book.
Quickly he flipped the notepad shut and tucked the pen back in its place. He shook his hand from writing so much, trying to get the blood flowing properly. Placing the notepad on his lap, he felt that he needed to write more--to portray his feelings in a more pure way. A poem is what he needed, but his current environment was not suitable enough for inspiration. He then resolved to sleep for a while, as his natural Yamataian body needed but a few hours for total refueling, then wake up a couple of hours before the next day's briefing at 0600, go to the Arborteum (which will have been cleaned by that time) and allow his surroundings to drive him to write.
Suddenly he heard a loud crash outside and he stood up quickly, careful not to hit his head on the top bunk. He walked to the door and into the corridor, looking out into the commons when he reached the end. Instead of walking completely out, he merely peered from the side and looked in. He saw Ichiro helping up the blonde haired man he had seen pantsless at the party and Kiyoe fixing the couch, which had apparently fallen over. What he happened, he had no idea, but just as he was about to go out and ask what the commotion was about, he noticed Akira in the room with them.
Shit! he thought. He jumped back behind the corridor, still wanting to apologize to Akira, but not in front of everyone. Does this mean he'll be sharing these quarters...?
Dwelling on this thought for just a moment, he resolved to immediately go to bed to avoid having to speak with him in front of the others. He figured it would be easier to take Akira aside when they were both up and rested in the morning than to barge into the full room and start apologizing to Akira, blurting out in front of everyone his opinions on homosexuality and how he still respected Akira. That was private and needed to be discussed privately, so he quickly escaped back into the bunks, having not made a noise or said a word, and jumped under his covers.
