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savetheearth2013-05-01 02:39 pm
consiliarius) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-01 02:39 pm
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[Closed Log]
WHO: Toshi (redelivers) and Sano (consiliarius)
WHAT: Bro bonding time. Discussions of LIFE. Stuff. Toe-stubbing of a sort.
WHEN: MAYDAY, MAYDAY, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY no it's just May 1st because I'm hilarious.
WHERE: Sano's apartment!
WARNING: Cursing? Cursing. And some bleeding and first aid.
[It hasn't been a long day necessarily, but once Sano gets back home from work, he's ready to just relax. He toes off his shoes in his room, peels off his socks, and discards his tie entirely, keeping his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He'd change out of that in a little bit, but the urge to eat something is too strong.
So to the kitchen he goes, deciding that a TV dinner would be the quickest solution to his problem, and stands in front of the counter, preparing the food.
Peel back the corner of the plastic to vent, yada yada, reach over to open the microwave and stick that sucker in there for...okay, four minutes, then go!
Except at the end of this process, Sano shifts his weight and his big toe hits against the baseboard at the bottom of the counter. But that's not all he hits.]
Son of a flea-infested whorebag!
[OW OW OW. He jumps back and turns around to lean against the counter, lifting his foot to get any of idea of what the hell just happened, when he sees-
...That sure is a small shard of glass sticking out of his big toe.]
Oh, fuck me.
[But nothing to do but try and get control of the situation, so - wincing all the while - pulls out the offending object and drops it into the sink, then scrambles to reach for a paper towel while his poor toe starts to bleed.]
redelivers) and Sano (consiliarius)WHAT: Bro bonding time. Discussions of LIFE. Stuff. Toe-stubbing of a sort.
WHEN: MAYDAY, MAYDAY, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY no it's just May 1st because I'm hilarious.
WHERE: Sano's apartment!
WARNING: Cursing? Cursing. And some bleeding and first aid.
[It hasn't been a long day necessarily, but once Sano gets back home from work, he's ready to just relax. He toes off his shoes in his room, peels off his socks, and discards his tie entirely, keeping his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He'd change out of that in a little bit, but the urge to eat something is too strong.
So to the kitchen he goes, deciding that a TV dinner would be the quickest solution to his problem, and stands in front of the counter, preparing the food.
Peel back the corner of the plastic to vent, yada yada, reach over to open the microwave and stick that sucker in there for...okay, four minutes, then go!
Except at the end of this process, Sano shifts his weight and his big toe hits against the baseboard at the bottom of the counter. But that's not all he hits.]
Son of a flea-infested whorebag!
[OW OW OW. He jumps back and turns around to lean against the counter, lifting his foot to get any of idea of what the hell just happened, when he sees-
...That sure is a small shard of glass sticking out of his big toe.]
Oh, fuck me.
[But nothing to do but try and get control of the situation, so - wincing all the while - pulls out the offending object and drops it into the sink, then scrambles to reach for a paper towel while his poor toe starts to bleed.]
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San-- Ah, fuck.
[ They seem to be on the same wavelength now at least. Grimacing, Toshi immediately turns to fetch the first aid kit out of the bathroom. He returns with it in short order, getting out some kind of the rubbing alcohol and the bandages. ]
Come here, sit down.
[ Toshi sets down the first aid kit on the kitchen table, grasping Sano by the arm after that to help him over to take a seat. Then without further fuss or warning, Toshi drops down on one knee and gets to doing something about that painful looking cut.
Just let him have this, Sano. He basically feels like he's responsible for everything wrong with the world right now. ]
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Of course, none of this frustration is aimed at Toshi. It's not his fault, or so Sano thinks; things like this just happen to turn on the switch to his temper that he tries to keep tamped down. And for the most part he does.
But fine. If Toshi is going to be a good guy, which he is, then Sano will behave. He limps over to the chair, making sure to step on his heel and not the offended toe, and then turns sideways to rest his elbows on the table.
He chews on one thumb nail, hoping to somehow alleviate the pain via distraction.]
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It's kind of embarrassing being on Sano's floor, trying to fix up a wound on the guy's foot, but. Now's not really the time to be self-conscious since someone is actively bleeding. First, he carefully cleans out the cut before he puts some pressure on it with a patch of gauze until the bleeding slows to a stop. It's not so bad of a cut that this takes very long, thankfully. After that, he gets some kind of wound cream on it, then bandages the shit out of that little bastard. ]
...there, that should do it. Sorry. I dropped a glass earlier. We thought we cleaned it all up, but I should've said something.
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Really, it's just his toe.
But whatever. Soon enough it's dealt with and the Mystery of the Glass Shard is solved and Sano just waves off Toshi's explanation.]
It's fine. Accidents happen. And thanks.
[Although...]
Who's "we"?
[Not that he minds if Toshi has people come to visit, but a little heads up might be appreciated, especially if parties are going to get so crazy that glasses end up paying the ultimate price.]
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[ Sounding increasingly awkward by the minute, Toshi tries to focus on just getting Sano's wound properly dressed and once that's as thoroughly done as it possibly could be, he finally manages to glance up again. ]
...that feel okay? You should keep off it for a bit before it starts bleeding on you again.
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[At that moment, the microwave beeps, alerting Sano to the fact that his until now forgotten (and sounding increasingly inadequate by the second) TV dinner is ready. He looks over at it for a second, then shakes his head. He'll deal with it later.]
Maybe later if you don't want to eat it first.
[But as for his toe, Sano looks down and moves his foot around a little bit, his toe quite thoroughly bandaged up. Even if it did start bleeding again, he's not sure he'd notice.
He chuckles to himself.]
It kinda looks like you've proposed to my toe, you know? Stuck a big ol' rock on it.
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Just your toe, huh? Well does the rest of you come with the deal, or...
[ He plays along with the joke at least, red faced as he is at the teasing. That's mostly just the guilt talking, he supposes. This, that thing with Hajime-- As they say, when it rains, it pours. ]
And there's plenty of lasagna, so just have some.
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Well the rest of me is attached, so I'd assume yes. Though my hands might take a little more finesse on your part. Better up your game.
[But he should let up before things get too out of hand or awkward or anything.]
Yes, dear.
[...Okay, he couldn't resist that one, though.]
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Don't fucking push it, Sano.
[ He pauses then, mulling things over. Somehow, Sano's smile makes the room feel a little bit brighter, dragging him out of the oppressive darkness that's permeated every corner of this apartment since Hajime left.
...
It's all in good fun, anyway. No harm in indulging a little bit, right? ]
Besides, Hajime made that. You start 'yes, dear'ing him and we're going to have a problem. Don't do that to us, Sano.