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[11-July-2021][Ayatsuri Sakon] Stagnant
Title: Stagnant
Day/Prompt: 11-July-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi
Rating/Warning(s): General
Writer's block sucked. Officially, unofficially, and in every sense. Zenkichi browsed through an English dictionary, then a Finnish one, but neither gave him the hint of inspiration he was chasing; he needed something more. He watched people in the duck-under-the-doorway cafes, noting the fabrics and materials, the way they bent their pinkies and sipped their drinks -- he tried every method he could think of, but never got any further than a few disconnected images or, at best, some vague impressions of an article.
Zenkichi cursed under his breath, bouncing his leg. He hadn't a clue what to write, but he'd needed an idea --- and fast. He never liked being stagnant.
Patting his pockets, Zenkichi tugged a box of half-full cigarettes, flicking the lid open. He lit a cigarette and drew on it hard, thinking. He rested it in his ashtray, white smoke still curling from his lips, then too the dying orange tip.
"I need a good story!" he muttered into his cupped hand, and that got him going again. "Story! Story! I'll have my story today." He looked at his watch, making a face.
"Hell. Just stay positive, Zenkichi." He murmured to himself, but on the second week of this... well, it felt no different than the first.
Day/Prompt: 11-July-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi
Rating/Warning(s): General
Writer's block sucked. Officially, unofficially, and in every sense. Zenkichi browsed through an English dictionary, then a Finnish one, but neither gave him the hint of inspiration he was chasing; he needed something more. He watched people in the duck-under-the-doorway cafes, noting the fabrics and materials, the way they bent their pinkies and sipped their drinks -- he tried every method he could think of, but never got any further than a few disconnected images or, at best, some vague impressions of an article.
Zenkichi cursed under his breath, bouncing his leg. He hadn't a clue what to write, but he'd needed an idea --- and fast. He never liked being stagnant.
Patting his pockets, Zenkichi tugged a box of half-full cigarettes, flicking the lid open. He lit a cigarette and drew on it hard, thinking. He rested it in his ashtray, white smoke still curling from his lips, then too the dying orange tip.
"I need a good story!" he muttered into his cupped hand, and that got him going again. "Story! Story! I'll have my story today." He looked at his watch, making a face.
"Hell. Just stay positive, Zenkichi." He murmured to himself, but on the second week of this... well, it felt no different than the first.