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savetheearth2013-05-01 12:35 am
earnedmystripes) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-01 12:35 am
[ Closed ] i daydreamed in a corner of a city stained ash-gray
Who: Kotetsu and Casval
What: Drinking, because life sucks. Werewolves suck too.
Where: Kotetsu's apartment
When: A few days after the werewolf business
[It strikes him, as the conversation with Casval wraps up, that it's been a very long time since he last had guests. The state of his apartment speaks rather loudly to that particular truth, and Kotetsu finds himself sort of cringing in embarrassment as his mind returns to the beginning that first conversation.
...Well. It's probably too far-gone to make actually presentable before the other man arrives, but at the least he can maybe get the empty cans and bottles off the floor so it's less...hazardous for someone to actually walk around in.
He manages to gather the empty bottles into the trash (or was that recycling? there used to be two bins but he doesn't remember which was which anymore) and dump the clothes lying around into a laundry hamper to be dealt with later; the dirty dishes piled up in the sink are given a slightly guilty glance, but left as they are.
So, by the time Casval arrives, he will find an apartment that looks perhaps just a bit less as if some natural disaster had localized to the living space, and--
--no, that is most definitely the sound of a smoke detector. Nevermind, then.]
What: Drinking, because life sucks. Werewolves suck too.
Where: Kotetsu's apartment
When: A few days after the werewolf business
[It strikes him, as the conversation with Casval wraps up, that it's been a very long time since he last had guests. The state of his apartment speaks rather loudly to that particular truth, and Kotetsu finds himself sort of cringing in embarrassment as his mind returns to the beginning that first conversation.
...Well. It's probably too far-gone to make actually presentable before the other man arrives, but at the least he can maybe get the empty cans and bottles off the floor so it's less...hazardous for someone to actually walk around in.
He manages to gather the empty bottles into the trash (or was that recycling? there used to be two bins but he doesn't remember which was which anymore) and dump the clothes lying around into a laundry hamper to be dealt with later; the dirty dishes piled up in the sink are given a slightly guilty glance, but left as they are.
So, by the time Casval arrives, he will find an apartment that looks perhaps just a bit less as if some natural disaster had localized to the living space, and--
--no, that is most definitely the sound of a smoke detector. Nevermind, then.]
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A man of Casval's stature of course arrives promptly, and with a celebratory bottle of scotch in hand as well. He suspects Kotetsu doesn't drink in luxury, after all, and he brings it mostly as an olive branch. An extension of trust. Faith.
Friendship.
Casval buzzes the bell and waits to be let in, purposefully lashing his thoughts from wandering further, as they're tempted. Tonight was a night to relax, and that's exactly what he intended to do. ]
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If Casval happened to have been looking through the peephole at that moment, he'd have seen Kotetsu standing on a small stepladder and trying to turn off the smoke alarm by flapping the smoke away with a newspaper.
...he might also witness Kotetsu falling backwards off said stepladder upon the sound of said doorbell.
Despite all this, though, he does make it to the door soon enou, opening it with a rather sheepishly apologetic grin.]
Ahh, come in. I uh, sorry 'bout the smoke. I'll just ah, go open a--
[BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP]
--Aughhh, shut uuuuuup!!