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Sakon ([info]ototo_sakon) wrote in [info]ls_mod,
College. Sakon was going on his third year majoring in photography. It was an old hobby of his. Proof of such lay in a shoebox at the back of his closet with old, undeveloped rolls of film until digital camera became the new thing. The shoebox then grew full to contain rolls of film and many thumb-drives that stored hundreds of pictures on each. Each wall in his bedroom at the new apartment on campus ground had some shot he had taken or another, stuck up on the off-white walls in frames of various size. His favorite images were blown up to 16x20 and put into black metal, a few leaking into the main area of the apartment. Ukon didn’t mind, generally finding the pictures to be top quality. A bit obsessed, he had his old cameras on display on a shelf above his work desk. He didn’t do much other art, actually quite bad at painting or drawing.

Ukon’s room, on the other hand, was filled with old books and magazines. He loved reading. In the most recent years he began to learn English. It was a shaky adventure at first and he thought he did a piss-poor job at learning the language. Yet slow he caught on and found it rather interesting. When he finally caught up with school and “graduated” he decided to major in medicine and English. As he grew up in the hospital he had learned quite a bit about the tools, the on-goings. Fascinating. There were medical books and journals, English literature and biographies on the cases in his room. A calendar hung on the wall beside the door, each appointment to the doctors written in red marker so he never forgot.

There was also another calendar in the kitchen with the same markings so Sakon would always be aware. The last time he didn’t know about a doctor’s appointment he had nearly knocked over the television. He got a little bit violent once in a while, but Ukon was really the twin to look out for. As patient as he was…one did not make him angry. He was the kind of man that could get violent in a snap if he was easily pushed over the edge. Fortunately, few things actually bother him enough to cause him to get angry. Sakon gets pissed off enough for the two of them.

So here they are at the start of adulthood with college somehow in their future, friends to be had.


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