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[ax]

Who: shinjiro aragaki (ax) & various
What: october catchall things
When: october...
Where: everywhere
Warning(s): none? aggressive nursing??

[ ooc: if anyone wants a nurse or to jump in for a random prompt please feel free...! i'm available via pm to plot out anything o/ otherwise this is just going to be a few planned logs. ]

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[terrantrash]

<sub>[Slaine is tired.

It shows on his face as he leans against the outside wall of the sanctuary, gaze angled toward the sky as he catches his breath and collects his thoughts. He's got shadows under his eyes, one a bit more purple than its pair, fingers picking at the brick behind him absentmindedly. Why, for once, couldn't things not go to absolute shit? Yona's constitution had gotten worse, Shino was still a fugitive and all Slaine wanted to do was close his eyes and disappear. Between throwing himself into whatever work assigned to him at the Institute, helping around the house and checking on Yona he hasn't had much time for himself. Sleeping has been hard and his bad habit of forgetting to eat has only grown worse.

Things could be worse though, he has to remind himself. No one was dead, after all.]</sub>

[ax]

[ while not a good samaritan, he does feel more than a little restless watching people around him fall to the disease. cooking is the only thing he could do, so that's what he's been offering to the sanctuary. it works out, because he doesn't have to linger long to interact with anybody.

and that's where shinjiro almost trips over slaine as he makes his way out of the sanctuary for the night, his vision partly obscured by the amount of pots he's carrying. it's starting to become dark, so it takes him a moment to squint to realize it's slaine he just bumped into. and right away he notices that ragged, miserable look on the boy's face. ]

--Hey. You alright?

[terrantrash]

Ah, Shinjiro... _{[The answer is no, or at least that's the truth, but what slips out of him is a weary:]} Yes, I'm alright.

_{[Which doesn't make for a convincing argument. Slaine's not the best liar out there, especially when he's tired. That's a lot of pots to carry though...maybe he could use an extra hand or two?]}

Would you like help? That's an awful lot of pots...

[ax]

[ slaine earns a deep frown on shinji's end, and he's quiet for a moment before nodding. ]

Take the two on top and follow me.

[ they're light pots, anyway. what he wants is for slaine to obediently follow him back. ]

[terrantrash]

Okay.

_{[Obedient is Slaine's middle name as he reaches for the top two pots, holding one in either hand before setting them atop one another. It's easier to cradle them in his arms, pressed against his chest. Wherever Shinji decides to go, he'll follow.]}

[ax]

[ the walk back to his place is short, quiet, uneventful. shinji isn't one for small talk, skulking ahead to lead the way. he does look back over his shoulder at slaine from time to time, wondering if he should ask.

he should ask. ]

What happened to your eye?

[terrantrash]

_{[Ah. So he noticed.]}

...I got punched in the face.

_{[Well. Okay, that's kind of obvious. Shinji probably wants the how.]}

Someone I know was chasing an individual and I got caught up in the conflict.

[ax]

[ you think??? he wouldn't notice??? just because he has a beanie on doesn't mean he's blind...

slaine is lucky that shinji doesn't pry. he's also turned away so any conflicted expression on his face is shielded from view. he doesn't seem to be overly concerned anyway - black eyes are rather common. he's had quite a few himself, courtesy of aki... so this is nothing new. ]

It doesn't look like you put anything on it.

[terrantrash]

I put ice on it.

_{[He's not that dumb, okay. He knows basic first aid!! Let him live okay...]}

I guess it didn't do much.

[ax]

It didn't.

[ but he doesn't say more for the rest of the walk. the house is quiet when he opens the door. ryuji seems to be out; which is just fine with him. the pots in his hands are set on the kitchen counter before he reaches to grab the ones slaine is carrying as well. ]

Sit.

[ his head angles towards the one hard couch in the living room. it's about the only furniture there is... but it's something. ]

[terrantrash]

<sub>[That didn't sound like an offer...it sounded like an order.

Well, okay. Orders he can follow.

His body practically moves on instinct as Slaine finds himself slipping into the living room, settling himself down on the empty couch. He's not sure why Shinjiro wants him to stay but he's sure he'll find out soon enough.]</sub>

[ax]

[ okay maybe he could have phrased it a little more politely... but shinji isn't the epitome of manners. at least he's not planning on terrorizing the poor guy, so that's something?

slaine doesn't have to wait long. shinji appears in the living room a few minutes after with a warm bowl of soup. in his other hand is a small first aid kit. ]

You hungry?

[ maybe he should have asked if slaine has eaten... but the soup is kind of thin anyway, the kind that's easy to eat and digest. ]

[terrantrash]

Oh, thank you.

_{[Shinji coming out with a bowl of soup...he wasn't expecting that. The surprise is evident on his face, attention diverted from the first aid kit in hand. Out his own hands go to take the bowl carefully, not wanting to spill it or knock the spoon in it over the edge.]}

I didn't eat yet today so...I am a little hungry.

closed to yusuke kitagawa;

[ax]

[ a perfectly good way of doing this would be just to place the tupperware on the floor and walk away. someone will pick it up eventually... there's a note with the recipient's name on it. at the same time it sounds a bit like some cliche drama situation and shinji ain't a shy little girl. he just. well. he's just not good with people.

but he's still concerned. yusuke wasn't in the sanctuary with everyone else who was sick, so it's not like shinji could feed him on proxy. that's why he's here now in front of yusuke's door with some food, hesitantly knocking on it.

in retrospect, he's not even sure if yusuke was well enough to get to the door. this plan may be flawed. this is why he doesn't plan. ]

[tricksune]

[ Yusuke quickly clears any concerns about being bedridden by swinging open the door himself, just seconds after he knocks. The flu comes in upswings and downs, long stretches of misery interrupted with the odd burst of almost frantic energy—Shinji just happens to arrive when he's too restless to sleep. ]

Aragaki?

[ He has two paintbrushes tucked behind his ear, ink in a slapdash splash on his collar, and a slightly dazed expression on his face. But he quickly blinks it off, not yet noticing the food. As far as he knew, Shinji wasn't friends with his housemates—was he here to see him? ]

Is there something I can help you with?

[ax]

[ shinji didn't get much time to prepare himself - for what, he has no idea. it almost startles him anyway when he's suddenly face to face with yusuke, who doesn't seem to be as sick as the others made him out to be. ]

Uh-- no.

[ he looks down at the food, back at yusuke, finally noticing the paint splashes on his clothes. ]

Heard you were sick, so... here's some food.

[ he thrusts the tupperware in front of yusuke, and looks about half way out the door. ]

Sorry for interrupting.

[tricksune]

[ He barely has a second to blink down at the tupperware shoved into his hands and react. ]

Ah, wait a moment— [ He quickly reaches out, grabbing him by the elbow thoughtlessly. It takes him a second to think better of it and withdraw—he's likely still contagious—but hopefully it's enough to keep him from jetting off right away. ] You aren't intruding.

[ The opposite, really. Yusuke isn't exactly the most sociable, but it's nice to see a friendly face when his full-time occupation lately is being sick and getting sicker. Also... ]

Actually, I could use your help with something. If you have the time, that is.

[ax]

[ the thought of yusuke being contagious doesn't really register, and that's more because shinji doesn't particularly care. it's just a little odd that he's being held back, but he offers no resistance. ]

... Sure. What is it?

[ it's hard to think of anything he could be helping with... lifting? repairing something? cooking?

yusuke looks like he's in the middle of painting though, and shinji is 100% useless on that front. ]

you asked for this

[tricksune]

[ Painting he can handle. As for everything else right now, the verdict is more hazy—he feels fine, abuzz with energy, but it's only a matter of time before his next crash. All the more reason to keep moving. He ushers Shinji inside, striding back into his apartment. ]

It's nothing strenuous.

[ He has a paper laid out, almost swallowing up the whole surface of the small, living room table. The space is drawn out on it, brushstrokes more haphazard than his norm, though still forming obvious shapes: the window here, a cupboard there.

But there's a plainly empty blank, too. Here comes his perfectly innocent request. ]

Would you mind standing over there?

shinji's debut as a model

[ax]

[ he figures out what yusuke wants easily enough, but it still doesn't make... sense? instead of moving where he was supposed to go, shinji just stands there with a frown. ]

You want me to model?

[ that's a first. ]

... Ain't there nobody else around?

[tricksune]

[ Well, he doesn't sound thrilled, but he's swiftly learning that that may be Shinjiro's default state of being. ]

There aren't. Besides, this can barely be called modeling...

[ Given how poor Yusuke's form is right now (by his standards, anyway), Shinji may as well be standing in for a fruit bowl. He sighs as he plucks one of the brushes out from behind his ear, probably having forgotten about the other. ]

I can paint a more flattering portrait when I'm well, if you'd like.

[ax]

That's not the--

[ problem... shinji falters, taking a moment to glance around the sparse living room with the canvas taking up most of the space on the floor. there's hardly even a path to walk, and he feels slightly trapped if not by the canvas then by yusuke's sudden pushiness. ]

Shouldn't you be in bed, anyway? This ain't the time for painting.

[tricksune]

[ Yusuke is usually a bit better mannered (or tries to be), but his paints and illness make for some extreme tunnel vision. He waves off the concern, poring over his canvas instead, blocking in some shapes with feverish intensity. ]

Nonsense. Any minute of my life could be spent on art.

[ He glances up, maybe to gauge something visually, maybe for conversation's sake. ]

There's no need for concern—it should only take a few hours.

[ax]

[ hours???

ok it's not like shinji had anything better to do with his life, but he still doesn't want to sit here like a bowl of fruit for hours. besides-- yusuke's behavior is a little concerning. he's heard of people having more adrenaline than they should during illness. ]

... How about an hour, and then you take a little break?

[ a nap break, preferably in bed... ]

[tricksune]

[ That he'd entertain this completely ridiculous request for even an hour speaks volumes. Thanks, friend. ]

...Very well. [ He forgets the passage of time with these things; it wasn't unusual for him to wake up at his canvas after working through the night. But asking someone to sit around for more than an hour was probably excessive.

On that note... ] You don't have anywhere else to be?