LOG Mizuki - Kirihara
LOG: Mizuki and Kirihara go to their family reunion and then head to Kirihara's house. Chaos ensues!
Warnings for; snark, bone snapping and cuteness!
Mizuki: *is sitting at one of the picnic tables, in the shirt his sisters bought for him, picking at his food* ...is this even edible?
Kirihara: *plops down next to you and picks up a piece from his plate* Of course it is! Aunt Kimiko's fried chicken is great! *wipes his greasy fingers on his shirt*
Mizuki: *Smiles at you as you take a seat* Are you sure we're talking about the same food? If you say so, Akaya... *looks at you in disgust, and hands you a napkin* Use this instead of your shirt.
Kirihara: *takes the napkin from you like it's a foreign object* You got the same thing I did, didn't you? It's really good! *takes another bite and makes little "yummy" noises* If you don't like it, at least eat some of Aunt Ayame's potato salad! It's really good too.
Mizuki: Yeah, I did. ...why does it all have to be so fattening? *watches you eat some of your food, and wonders how you can enjoy it so much* I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. *stabs a potato with his fork and then looks at it thoroughly before finally eating it* Hmm...I guess it's not too bad.
Kirihara: Fattening, shmattening. You're almost a toothpick anyway, and you play tennis, so it's not like you'll gain any weight. *watches you eat one piece of potato* It's really good! *shovels a huge forkful into his mouth* *talking with his mouth full* Why can't you eat like a normal person?
Mizuki: Even though that's true, greasy foods are still not good for you. *continues to eat his potato salad, one piece at a time* I think it might actually be the best thing here... *can't believe he's related to you sometimes* Do you have to be so disgusting, Akaya? *sigh* I eat like a normal person!
Kirihara: *swallows hard* Bah, it's not like we eat 'em all that often! Me, I'm just glad it's not something instant. I'm getting sick of ramen and toast. *rolls his eyes at the way you eat* It's good, but the green salad Uncle Shoichi brought has grilled shrimp in it. *points to the huge bowl of it he has* I'm not disgusting! I'm just not prissy like you! You eat like a bird!
Mizuki: I know, I just feel sick after I eat food like that. *points to the greasy fried chicken* That would get old pretty quick, maybe you can take home some leftovers? *eats even slower, just to bother you* Really? I didn't see that over there! *sees that you have a huge bowl full, so he steals a few pieces from it* ...birds must be very smart eaters then. Nfu
Kirihara: Hm, if your stomach was more used to it, you wouldn't. I'm gonna try, but everyone's already bitching about mom and dad and neesan not coming. I don't know if it's worth a lecture about "family responsibility" when I'm not the one skipping for once! *snorts at you* Ah, go get your own! *moves his bowl away from you* If you say so... bird brain. *cracks up*
Mizuki: I don't know if I want my stomach to get used to it. Just let it go in one ear and out the other, but if you really want me to, I can get the leftovers and give them to you before we leave. You're going to make me go all the way over there, when you have enough to share? *pouts at you when you move the bowl* You're such a jerk, Akaya! *glares at you slightly*
Kirihara: Eh, whatever. Would you, please? *gives you puppy eyes* I am not! *turns away, but slides his bowl closer to you* ...Woulda shared if you asked.
Mizuki: Sure, I'll do that for you, it shouldn't be to difficult. *smirks* I wasn't calling you a jerk because of the food, but if it worked, I'm not complaining. *pulls the bowl closer to himself and eats a few pieces out of it*
Kirihara: *turns back to you* ...Thanks. Feh, whatever. *picks out a piece of shrimp and eats it* So I heard that dumb buchou of yours broke his leg. What happened?
Mizuki: *continues to eat your food, smirking slightly* Apparently a nun broke his leg. I haven't got the details yet, I never actually went over to his dorm. ...he insulted my art!
Kirihara: *munching on a piece of lettuce, but stops to stare at you* How did a NUN break his leg? How hard do they hit you with rulers over there?! What, does your art suck or something?
Mizuki: *slowly eating a piece of shrimp* I have no idea how it happened, I'll have to get the details from him later. I wouldn't know, seeing as I've never been hit with one. *gives you a look* My art does not suck, Akaya! The nuns always tell me how wonderful it is!
Kirihara: *snickers around a mouth of potato salad before swallowing* When you know, tell me! I can't even imagine what he did to make that happen! Well, I haven't seen your art since first grade, so I dunno! You trust a bunch of nuns to be art critics? o.O
Mizuki: *eats a few more bites of the potato salad, before pushing his plate away from him* I'll make sure that I tell you. I'm assuming there was an accident of some sort, seeing as the nun wouldn't have hurt him otherwise. My art is much better now then it was in first grade. Yes, I do. Why, is there something wrong with nuns?
Kirihara: *pushes his plate away as well* I figured. I mean, aren't the nuns all old and frail? Yeah, but how much better? No, but they aren't exactly open-minded about art, are they? That's what dad about religious people.
Mizuki: I can't believe that you actually ate all of that! *points at your empty plate* Not all of them are, some of them are younger then others. *looks excited* I'll have to show it to you sometime! Not all of them are open-minded, but they know good art when they see it. *shakes his head a little* Your dad must not know very many religious people then.
Kirihara: *burps loudly* 'Scuse me. What? It was good! Really, young nuns? I thought maybe the get-up they wore magically aged them into old ladies or something. Yeah, show me next time I come visit. Really? But what if it's... con-tro-ver-sial... stuff? *pauses and wonders if he said it right* He reads about 'em in the newspaper.
Mizuki: *looks at you in disgust* ...why do you have to be so gross? If you say so...*sighs* Yes, young nuns, is it really that unbelievable? *nods* I'll do that. I don't know, I've never shown them anything that could be considered "controversial". The people, who write the newspaper, like to exaggerate things.
Kirihara: *snorts* Whatever. So, what do you wanna do now? We could go to my house, if you have stuff packed for a sleepover. You haven't met Goku yet, have you?
Mizuki: *looks around and then leans forward a little* Something that doesn't involve any of our relatives? *sits back again* Going to your house seems like a good idea. My parents will drop my bag off at your house on their way home, I wasn't about to lug them around all day. No, I haven't, I'm looking forward to meeting her though!
Kirihara: *nods* Right. *points* The sake is here, you wanna go now? It'll only get worse if we stay. Heh, you really are spoiled, aren't you? *grunts in annoyance* Goku's a BOY, Hajime!
Mizuki: Yes, let’s get out of here before they start drinking it! *gets up and stands next to the picnic table* I am not spoiled! Your house IS on their way you know. *looks embarrassed* I knew that Akaya!
Kirihara: Hey, get my leftovers before we go! *pokes you* You are too. Normal people would carry their stuff, but whatever. *snickers at you* Suuuuuuuuure you did.
Mizuki: I'm getting to it! ...the bag is very heavy, Akaya! *blushes a little* I'm going to get your leftovers! *walks over to the food and comes back, a few minutes later, with a plate wrapped in foil* Here! *hands it to you*
Kirihara: Hm. *looks around before grabbing a plastic shopping bag and putting the plate inside to carry* There! Heavy? How much stuff are you bringing with you? *starts walking in the direction of the trains*
Mizuki: I didn't bring very much, just the essentials. *follows beside you* Do you think the trains will be busy?
Kirihara: ...What counts as "essentials"? *ponders* Nah, it's only, what, 2 o'clock? The lunch rush is over, and the end-day rush hasn't hit yet.
Mizuki: Let’s see here... I brought a few outfits, a pair of pajamas, my shampoo, my conditioner, my toothbrush, some slippers, a few pairs of shoes, a couple of blankets... *sees you giving him a weird look* What?
Kirihara: *continues giving you a weird look* You really are crazy, aren't you? Is everything arranged in alphabetical order in the bag, too? Do you freak out and cry if someone moves something?
Mizuki: I'm not crazy! I just like to make sure I have everything that I'll need. Not in alphabetical order, but I did organize them. *glares at you* No, but I might get a little angry if someone was to get into my bags!
Kirihara: *snorts as he makes his way into the train station* You mean everything you and ten other people need, right? Hah, I knew it! You're such a control freak. *sticks his tongue at you* I might dig around in them, just to make you twitch!
Mizuki: It's called being prepared, Akaya! I'm not a control freak, I just wouldn't like it if someone was going through my things! *flicks you in the nose* That would be very rude!
Kirihara: Prepared for what? The end of the world? You're a control freak about the way you organize everything, not the "people going through your stuff" thing. Aah! *rubs his nose with his free hand* Owie, jerk! You're the rude one! *kicks you in the shin before running for the turnstiles*
Mizuki: If I was preparing for the end of the world, I'd need more then just one bag! What's so wrong about wanting everything to be organized? *smirks* That's what you get for being rude! Hey! *stumbles a bit when you kick him* Dammit Akaya! That hurt! *bends down and rubs his shin*
Kirihara: Bah, whatever! And it's your own fault, for being mean! *scuffs his shoes, feeling just a tad guilty* *cranes his neck* ...It's not too bad, is it?
Mizuki: How was I being mean, Akaya? *glares at you as he continues to rub his shin* ...It better not bruise!
Kirihara: *sniffs for emphasis* You flicked my nose, meanie! *slowly wanders back over* ...Is it bad? *looks a little worried now*
Mizuki: I barely even tapped you! *looks up at you* You kicked me pretty hard... you might have to carry me to your house. *smirks*
Kirihara: That was not "barely tapping". I really hurt you? *scuffs his shoes again, before walking over to you, turning around, and squatting in front of you* Up.
Mizuki: It was too! Yes! *is pretty shocked when you actually offer to carry him* *doesn't know what to say* I-I...you weren't supposed to actually offer to carry me! *stands up and hits you lightly on the back of your head* ...idiot!
Kirihara: *turns to stare at you over his shoulder, and stands up with a disgruntled glare when you hit him on the head* Well, I couldn't say s-s-s--... *falters and shrugs without looking at you* ...Can we go?
Mizuki: What was it that you couldn't say, Akaya? *smirks at you* Yeah, let's get going! *eyes the homeless guy warily*
Kirihara: *frowns and barely resists the urge to kick you again* Fine, whatever. *not worried about the bum sleeping off his booze in the corner as he pulls out two tokens and hands one to you*
Mizuki: ...I'll let it slide for now! *takes the token handed to him* Well, let's hurry then! *starts walking away, leaving Akaya behind*
Kirihara: *grumbles and runs to catch up to you, letting the bag of leftovers swing back and forth lightly* *mumbles* Sometimes I wonder why I bother. *raises his voice as he looks at the schedule posted on the wall and the clock above it* Oi, Hajime, don't get on the train that's coming up. Ours is the next one.
Mizuki: *pauses and turns to you* Like I would be stupid enough to get on the wrong train! *would have got on the wrong train if you hadn't said anything...* ...are you coming? *waiting for you to catch up*
Kirihara: *snorts but decides to let it pass as he comes up next to you* So what do you wanna do when we get to my house? We can do anything we want, since no one else is home.
Mizuki: *poses thoughtfully* Well, I was planning to give you your gift, but my parents have that at the moment. What is there to do at your house?
Kirihara: *abruptly spazzes* PRESENT! AFHLKGHLSDGFJKL PRESENT!!! *is completely unhelpful at the moment, try again later*
Mizuki: *laughs* Yes, a present! I can't give it to you until my bag arrives at your house though, so you will have to wait.
Kirihara: *pouts a little before sighing VERY loudly* Okay~! We could... play with Goku? He likes playing fetch!
Mizuki: Okay, we can play with Goku for a bit! ...he doesn't bite does he? *looks a little worried*
Kirihara: *bounces a bit in excitement* Nah, he doesn't bite. Well, he might chew a little bit, 'cause he's still teething and all, but he doesn't do it hard and if you tell him "no", he stops. *smiles sweetly* He's great, you'll love him! Even if he is a little piggy that eats and eats and eats!
Mizuki: *raises an eyebrow at you* Well, at least he doesn't bite. I'll try not to give him a chance to chew on me then. ...he doesn't chew shoes or anything, right? *can't help but smile as well* I hope so! You really shouldn't let him eat too much, he might get sick.
Kirihara: No, he likes the chew-bones I buy him, but sometimes he starts chewing on furniture. *bounces again* Nah, I feed him what the puppy book to, that's all. And I don't feed him human food, 'cause that's bad for him. *nods decisively, and turns as the train comes roaring toward them* This one's ours!
Mizuki: *nods as you ramble on about your puppy* Well that's good! *turns to the train as it arrives* Finally! *grabs your arm and starts walking towards the train*
Kirihara: *blinks as he's dragged to the train through the doors* O-Oi! Leggoame! I'm not a bag, yanno! *blinks again at the flash of purple exiting through a door further down*
Mizuki: *Lets go of your arm* I know that, Akaya. I'd have to be an idiot, to think that you were a bag. *Also notices the purple, and looks to see what it is* Oh, what a gorgeous shirt! *starts to run back towards the exit* I have to find out where she bought it!
Kirihara: o.O Wha-Oh-no-you-don't! *jumps and tackles you before you can make it out the door*
Mizuki: *gets tackled to the ground* Oof! Akaya! What do you think you're doing!? *thrashes around a bit* I NEED that shirt!
Kirihara: *thumps your back with his head while wrapping his arms around yours to keep you still* Like you need another hole in your head! Baka! The train could leave any minute now, and the next one we need doesn't come for another four hours!
Mizuki: *stops thrashing about, and tries to glares at you* What does having a hole in my head, have to do with anything? *tries to wiggle free from under you* Fine! Now, let me up already!
Kirihara: *stares at you for a moment, before grunting softly and getting up* Fine, but come over here and sit down. *breathes a sigh of relief as the train begins to move*
Mizuki: *stands up and brushes himself off, then pauses and glares at you* Look at this! Now my shirt is all wrinkled! *points at the wrinkles* I hope you’re happy now! *begins to walk towards the seat, when the train jerks to a start* Aah! *tries to grab on to you, but misses, and falls forward*
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes at your tirade, not really paying attention* Blah, blah, bla-- Oi! *grabs you as you fall and twists so that he lands under you*
Mizuki: *closes his eyes as he falls, but opens them when he lands on something soft* … *glares at you slightly* This is all your fault, you know that right? *starts pushing himself up, so that he’s not laying on you anymore*
Kirihara: *glares back at you* You're welcome, Hajime. *moves one leg and winces slightly* ...Aw, crap. *begins to panic, just a little* Crapcrapcrapcrap.
Mizuki: *pushes himself the rest of the way up* Hmph! *starts to turn away from you, but turns back when he hears you start to panic* What’s wrong? Did you land in something? *looks worried, but then notices that you’re not holding the leftovers anymore and laughs lightly* It was just some leftovers, nothing to panic about!
Kirihara: Wha...? *looks around distractedly, and notices the leftovers are near the door, dropped when he tackled you* Oh, no, no, not that. *sits up, straightens his legs, and winces again* No, um... my ankle...
Mizuki: Your ankle? *gets down on his knees next to you, and pokes at your ankle a bit* …does that hurt?
Kirihara: *grunts* Yeah. I think I can walk, it just hurts a lot and we have practice, no exceptions, and it's gonna hurt more. *grabs the edge of a seat and hauls himself up slowly to his knees, then to his feet* Mmph, damn. *shifts his weight to his right leg to take the weight off his left*
Mizuki: *stands up and hovers around you worriedly, not knowing what to do, and then finally takes the seat next to you* Your buchou will still make you practice like this? …I knew he was evil! *tilts his head to the side, and looks at you* Is your house far from the station?
Kirihara: *blinks at you looking... well, worried* Well, yeah. I mean, he expects it to be taken care of, so I have to go home, put ice on it, and wrap it, but it's not too bad, so I have no excuse not to be there. *head snaps around to glare at you* FDJKLAFHDJLA YOU TAKE THAT BACK! BUCHOU IS NOT EVIL!! *flops down angrily onto the seat* Nah, just a few blocks.
Mizuki: *shakes his finger at you* You should also go to the doctor! It could be more then just a sprained ankle! *his eyes widen as you yell at him, and then he glares back at you* That was uncalled for, Akaya! I was only stating the truth! *turns away from you, and pouts slightly* …well that’s good.
Kirihara: *snorts at you* I can move it, it just hurts. I bet it ain't even sprained. No, you calling Buchou names was "uncalled for". Don't say things like that! *grunts and leans back slightly* ...Yeah.
Mizuki: I'll say whatever I want to say, Akaya! *still facing away from you* ... *awkward silence*
Kirihara: *grunts and twiddles his thumbs, looking away as well, until the train pulls to a slow stop at the station twenty minutes later* ...Yo, s'our stop. *gets up, putting most of his weight on his right leg, and limps to the door*
Mizuki: I knew that! *stands up and stretches a little, before stepping out of the train with you* … *steps close to your left side when he sees you limping, and turns slightly towards you* …you can lean on me, if you want to.
Kirihara: *looks at you suspiciously, but accepts and sighs gratefully as he leans on your shoulder* ...Thanks. *shifts the bag of leftovers in his hand and points to the right* That way.
Mizuki: *puts his arm around your waist, for more support* You can pay me back for this later. *smirks at you, and then starts walking, slowly, in the direction that you pointed* …you did say that your house was only a couple of blocks away, correct?
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, figured that one. Yeah, one block over, one up. Not _tired_, are you? *smirks, but quickly winces as he puts too much weight on his left ankle* Let's... hurry.
Mizuki: Well, that’s good! *trying to concentrate on helping you walk* That wouldn’t be an issue, if you were not so heavy, nfu. *pokes at your stomach, with the hand that’s not wrapped around you* You want me to hurry? *raises a, finely plucked, eyebrow at you*
Kirihara: *grunts and looks at you, somewhat in pain now* M'not heavy. Yeah, or let me rest on a bench somewhere. *starting to sweat lightly*
Mizuki: Yes, you are. *continues walking towards your house, slowly* You don’t need a bench, Akaya! *rolls his eyes at you* I’m basically carrying you home!
Kirihara: *grunts, hurting too much to fight with you* Whatever. *shivering slightly in the breeze* Watch this step down. *points to it before stepping gingerly to the lower level*
Mizuki: *smiling to himself, because he won this round!* Nfu. *continues walking forward, distracted by his thoughts of victory* …Hm? What did you say, Aka…eek! *loses his footing as he trips down the step, letting go of you to catch his balance*
Kirihara: *growls in frustration* Dummy! *grabs you and hauls you upright, stepping on his left foot and causing excruciating pain in the process* Unf! *rocks back on his feet*
Mizuki: Thank you. *gives his shirt a disgruntled look, and then brushes at the wrinkles you created* I can not wait to change into a fresh shirt! *ignorant of your pain, he wraps his arm around you again* …so let's hurry!
Kirihara: *starts to roll his eyes, but stops when he feels dizzy* Yeah... *leans very heavily on you and takes a shuffling step forward* It's... t'th'... right.
Mizuki: Nnnf! Akaya! *walking a little crooked, from all the weight* You’re getting heavier! *turns right at the next street, and then pauses when he notices that you’re slowing down* What are you doing? We’re almost there!
Kirihara: Mmm, s-s-s-- *chokes* Uh, yeah. *pulls some of his weight off of you and back onto his bad ankle, and labors to make his steps normal* Just 'nother block. *looks down to hide his face behind his hair so you don't see his expression*
Mizuki: *stands back up straight, as the weight is lifted from him* Thank you! *nods* Yes, just one more block! *starts walking again* …remind me next time, NOT to take the train.
Kirihara: *grunts, but is in too much pain to answer, so stays silent until a few feet from the door* Here. *lets go of you, pulls out his house key, and unlocks and opens the door, bracing himself on the door frame* After you.
Mizuki: *lets you go, sighing in relief* *walks up to the door beside you, and waits for you to unlock it* Finally! *walks into your house, looking around while he takes off his shoes* It looks different then the last time I was here. …and I see that you guys got a new couch! It was about time!
Kirihara: *limps in and toes his shoes off, before limping over to the couch and collapsing on it* Mom went through a "redecorating" phase-thingy a few months ago. Yeah, this one's not smelly like the other one was, after that cat we had that peed everywhere. *sits up and peels off his sock, then starts poking the ankle which is starting to turn purplish-blue*
Mizuki: *finishes taking his shoes off, and then lines them up nicely next to the wall* I can see that… Wait, your cat PEED on the couch!? …and you let me SIT on it!? *walks over to the couch, takes a seat beside you, and sighs* I can’t believe that you would… *gets a look at your ankle* …I don't think it's suppose to be that color.
Kirihara: Mmmm, yeah, before we got him fixed and he was "spraying" everywhere. *laughter rumbles in his chest* Well, you listened when I told you to have a seat... *smiles in reminiscence, then pokes his ankle again and winces when it twinges* I think it's popped out of place. Happened once before.
Mizuki: *looks appalled* Why would you do something like that!? Of course I listened to you, why wouldn’t I!? *looks at your ankle, and then back at you, glaring* Well, then pop it back into place or something!
Kirihara: *snickers now at your indignance, before rolling his eyes again* Mmm, yeah, gimme a minute, though, okay? And could you get the bandage from under the bathroom sink? I'm gonna need it afterwards. *flops back over, closes his eyes, and concentrates on just breathing*
Mizuki: I guess I’ll go get it! *gets up and starts towards the bathroom, but stops and turns around* …but you better be done by the time I get back! *glares at you one last time, before turning back around, and continuing his trip to the bathroom*
Kirihara: *grins at your back as you walk away, before reaching down and grabbing one of Goku's chew bones* Okay! *makes dramatic grunting noises of effort, and snaps the bone loudly in half* Ah!
Mizuki: *shudders when he hears the snap* You are such a jerk, Akaya! *looking disgusted, he finally reaches the bathroom, enters, and starts to look under the sink for the bandage*
Kirihara: *snort-laughs and drops the chew bone before bending back over and massaging the sore ankle* Takes one to know one, Hajime! *begins rotating his foot to get the ankle to pop back into place* Crap, this hurts...
Mizuki: *still moving things around, looking for the bandage* They really need to organize this better… * after a few more minutes of searching, he spots the bandage* Ah-ha! *grabs it, and holds it up, triumphantly* Finally! *shuts the door to the cupboard, and stands up, before walking back to the living room* You better be finished in there, Akaya!
Kirihara: *grunts in frustration, still moving the foot around* And if 'm not? *flops back on the couch and covers his eyes* Don't guess you know how to do it, huh?
Mizuki: Then I’ll wait here until you finish! *pauses in the hallway, just before the entrance to the living room* … *peeks around the corner, to make sure it's safe* …no, and I wouldn’t do it, even if I did know how!
Kirihara: ...Jerk. *sighs and braces himself, then reaches for his foot again and rotates it sharply until the ankle snaps back into place* Mmmnnnfffff! *falls back on the couch, shaking the tiniest bit* Okay, done. Can I have that bandage now?
Mizuki: Like I would pop your ankle back into place! Do you know how… *looks a little sick, when you snap you ankle back into place* Akaya! That was disgusting! Why didn’t you warn me first!? *stomps into the living room, looking angry* Here! *tosses the bandage at you*
Kirihara: Hmph, wouldn't hurt you to... *sighs and picks up the bandage from where it rolled to on the floor* *decides that lying still for a few minutes would be better than moving* You want anything to eat? *wonders where he dropped the leftovers, since he can't remember when the bag left his hand*
Mizuki: Well not anymore! *gives you a dirty look* Now that you have scarred me for life! *sighs* No, I don’t need anything to eat. What I do need, is a new, clean shirt! *looks down at his shirt, with disgust* Ugh! My parents should have been here by now!
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes again, and jerks a thumb toward the front door* Was that your bags by the door? I saw 'em, but it didn't hit me that they were yours.
Mizuki: *pauses in his ranting, and just looks at you* …and you didn’t think to mention this earlier? *turns and walks towards the door, ranting again* I could have been in a new shirt by now! *walks up to the door, opens it, and steps out side* I can’t believe you! *comes back in, dragging the bag slowly behind him* Ngh! Why did I pack so much!?
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes and sits up with a quiet grunt* Because you're a-- how did Shishido say it? A "frilly ponce". Seriously, my MOM doesn't pack that much junk. Do you carry tampons too, "just in case"? *trying very hard not to fall over laughing*
Mizuki: *finishes dragging his bag, to the couch, and looks at you* Well Shishido’s an imbecile, so you shouldn’t listen to anything that idiot! …It’s not junk, Akaya! Everything in here is a necessity! *pauses and kneels down to rummage through his bag* I might… Why, do you need one? *smirks at you*
Kirihara: *sticks his tongue out, not caring how childish he looks* I dunno, he makes sense when it comes to femmy boys like you. Necessity? *peers over the back of the couch* So... you'll die if you don't have that curling iron? *grins hopefully* *snorts in disgust* If you give me one, you're getting it right back... but not in your hand.
Mizuki: *laughs* Shishido, making sense? That would be a first. Nfufufu. *nods his head sharply* Yes, a necessity! …I wouldn’t die, per se; I just wouldn’t be able to go out in public, without having curled my hair first. *rolls his eyes at you* Well it’s a good thing I don’t have one then, isn’t it?
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes at the laughter* ...Damn. So no dying, huh? *grumbles in mock disappointment* Whatever, dork. Sometimes I think you need one, though. *peeks over the back of the couch into the bag* So whatcha wanna do? I don't feel like moving from here yet.
Mizuki: I know, isn’t that a shame? *smiles slightly and shakes his head* …jerk. Well, I WAS looking for your birthday present, before I was so rudely interrupted. *continues rummaging through his bag* It should be in here, somewhere…
Kirihara: *squeals and bounces hard enough to fall off the couch* Oof!! PRESENT! PRESENT PRESENT PRESENT! *climbs back up onto the couch, ignoring his hurt ankle* Whadja get me? Huh?
Mizuki: Would you calm down a little! You’re going to hurt yourself! *watches you fall off the couch, and shakes his head* …I told you. *looks back down at his bag, and finally finds the presents* Ah-ha! *pulls out two, perfectly wrapped presents, and walks over to hand them to you* Here you go, Akaya.
Kirihara: *squeals again, not even caring about the lecturing, and bear-hugs you* ^__________^ *let’s go, falls off the couch again, gets back up on it, and holds his hands out* Whatcha get me?!
Mizuki: *glares at you when you hug him, glad that he didn’t change his shirt yet* …I’m glad that you’re so excited. *sits down next to you, after you let him go, and hands you the packages* Why don’t you open them and find out? Nfufufu. *watches you, expectantly*
Kirihara: *grabs both packages and sets them down before taking the first and ripping off the sparkly purple wrapping paper, blinking at the the tiny purple shirt folded inside* Uh... *picks it up and notices the matching leash* o.O This is for GOKU?! *turns pale*
Mizuki: *watches you rip open the package, morning the death of the beautiful paper* Yes~! I think it will look wonderful on him, don’t you? …I tried to find you a matching shirt, but I didn’t have any luck. I hope you’re not too disappointed? *smiles at you*
Kirihara: *chokes, but swallows down his horror* Uh... yeah. Okay. *puts the present aside with no intention of ever using it, and grabs the other one* *feels his hands shaking in terror as he tears off the paper to this one too, but stops and stares in puzzlement at the photo album* ???
Mizuki: *smiles as you un-wrap the photo album, hoping that you’ll like it* I made this all by myself, don’t you think it’s cute? It has all the pictures of us that I’ve saved through the years. I thought you might like having something to remind you of some of the good times we’ve shared.
Kirihara: *looks at it wonderingly before opening it up and flipping slowly through the collected pictures* Had to put nekkid baby pictures in it, huh? *tries to suppress his laughter* Ah! I think I remember this! *points to one picture* That time we were playing in the pool in the backyard, and I jumped out crying because you had a plastic snake in it! I thought it was real. *smiles fondly*
Mizuki: Of course I did, I think they’re cute. *laughs softly, as he looks at the picture you pointed to* Well, I had to get revenge for all the pranks you pulled on me, didn’t I? …and now that I know about your old couch, I’m not sure we are even anymore. Nfu~ *smirks at you*
Kirihara: *snorts at you and pulls you closer to share the album* Whatever. *looks at the dog sweater/leash combo* I'm not so sure of that. *flips through a few more pictures* Eh, I remember that day! *points* We were at the beach, and our sun lotion got washed off. We looked like a couple of boiled lobsters! *laughs* I kept poking you on the way home, just to make you yell.
Mizuki: *scoots closer to you, as you pull on him* Not so sure of what? The baby pictures? …you can’t say they’re not cute, Akaya~! *pokes you* Hmm? *looks over at the picture* I remember that! It was so bad, that I blistered! I couldn’t sleep properly for a week! *shakes his head at the memory* You were such a little brat.
Kirihara: *snorts* Nevermind. The pictures are fine. And you were a brat too, you know! You gave as good as you got in that back seat! *flips to another picture, and feels himself really smile* When was this taken? How? By who? *stares at the picture of him striding out to face Kevin Smith, smirk firmly in place*
Mizuki: …you started it though! *pushes you, playfully, and then takes a look at the picture* Who do you think took the picture? Me, of course! Think of all the good data I would have missed, if I didn’t watch that tournament! *sees you still staring at the picture, and is a little worried that you don’t like it* Don’t worry, your hair might not have been in the best of shape, but I don’t think you look too bad in the photo. *smirks at you*
Kirihara: *blinks back sudden tears and turns his head aside to hide the look on his face* Nah, s'not that. Just... figured everyone else was so disappointed it wasn't Echizen, I didn't think anyone wanted to see me then. *turns back to the album before bumping your shoulder with his* Hey, it's getting close to dinner time. You hungry?
Mizuki: Well I wasn’t disappointed! I’d rather watch you play, instead of that cheating Seigaku brat, any day! *is bumped* I’m not really hungry for any leftovers; they were not really that good to begin with. …you wouldn’t happen to have anything else around here, would you?
Kirihara: *tries not to smile broadly at the praise* Uh, yeah, got stuff for miso soup and... some other stuff. Yanagi-sempai came over and helped me do some grocery shopping. *stands up, hobbles over to the bookshelf, and carefully places the album on a shelf* To look at later... Come on, you can show me how to make this stuff. *limps into the kitchen*
Warnings for; snark, bone snapping and cuteness!
Mizuki: *is sitting at one of the picnic tables, in the shirt his sisters bought for him, picking at his food* ...is this even edible?
Kirihara: *plops down next to you and picks up a piece from his plate* Of course it is! Aunt Kimiko's fried chicken is great! *wipes his greasy fingers on his shirt*
Mizuki: *Smiles at you as you take a seat* Are you sure we're talking about the same food? If you say so, Akaya... *looks at you in disgust, and hands you a napkin* Use this instead of your shirt.
Kirihara: *takes the napkin from you like it's a foreign object* You got the same thing I did, didn't you? It's really good! *takes another bite and makes little "yummy" noises* If you don't like it, at least eat some of Aunt Ayame's potato salad! It's really good too.
Mizuki: Yeah, I did. ...why does it all have to be so fattening? *watches you eat some of your food, and wonders how you can enjoy it so much* I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. *stabs a potato with his fork and then looks at it thoroughly before finally eating it* Hmm...I guess it's not too bad.
Kirihara: Fattening, shmattening. You're almost a toothpick anyway, and you play tennis, so it's not like you'll gain any weight. *watches you eat one piece of potato* It's really good! *shovels a huge forkful into his mouth* *talking with his mouth full* Why can't you eat like a normal person?
Mizuki: Even though that's true, greasy foods are still not good for you. *continues to eat his potato salad, one piece at a time* I think it might actually be the best thing here... *can't believe he's related to you sometimes* Do you have to be so disgusting, Akaya? *sigh* I eat like a normal person!
Kirihara: *swallows hard* Bah, it's not like we eat 'em all that often! Me, I'm just glad it's not something instant. I'm getting sick of ramen and toast. *rolls his eyes at the way you eat* It's good, but the green salad Uncle Shoichi brought has grilled shrimp in it. *points to the huge bowl of it he has* I'm not disgusting! I'm just not prissy like you! You eat like a bird!
Mizuki: I know, I just feel sick after I eat food like that. *points to the greasy fried chicken* That would get old pretty quick, maybe you can take home some leftovers? *eats even slower, just to bother you* Really? I didn't see that over there! *sees that you have a huge bowl full, so he steals a few pieces from it* ...birds must be very smart eaters then. Nfu
Kirihara: Hm, if your stomach was more used to it, you wouldn't. I'm gonna try, but everyone's already bitching about mom and dad and neesan not coming. I don't know if it's worth a lecture about "family responsibility" when I'm not the one skipping for once! *snorts at you* Ah, go get your own! *moves his bowl away from you* If you say so... bird brain. *cracks up*
Mizuki: I don't know if I want my stomach to get used to it. Just let it go in one ear and out the other, but if you really want me to, I can get the leftovers and give them to you before we leave. You're going to make me go all the way over there, when you have enough to share? *pouts at you when you move the bowl* You're such a jerk, Akaya! *glares at you slightly*
Kirihara: Eh, whatever. Would you, please? *gives you puppy eyes* I am not! *turns away, but slides his bowl closer to you* ...Woulda shared if you asked.
Mizuki: Sure, I'll do that for you, it shouldn't be to difficult. *smirks* I wasn't calling you a jerk because of the food, but if it worked, I'm not complaining. *pulls the bowl closer to himself and eats a few pieces out of it*
Kirihara: *turns back to you* ...Thanks. Feh, whatever. *picks out a piece of shrimp and eats it* So I heard that dumb buchou of yours broke his leg. What happened?
Mizuki: *continues to eat your food, smirking slightly* Apparently a nun broke his leg. I haven't got the details yet, I never actually went over to his dorm. ...he insulted my art!
Kirihara: *munching on a piece of lettuce, but stops to stare at you* How did a NUN break his leg? How hard do they hit you with rulers over there?! What, does your art suck or something?
Mizuki: *slowly eating a piece of shrimp* I have no idea how it happened, I'll have to get the details from him later. I wouldn't know, seeing as I've never been hit with one. *gives you a look* My art does not suck, Akaya! The nuns always tell me how wonderful it is!
Kirihara: *snickers around a mouth of potato salad before swallowing* When you know, tell me! I can't even imagine what he did to make that happen! Well, I haven't seen your art since first grade, so I dunno! You trust a bunch of nuns to be art critics? o.O
Mizuki: *eats a few more bites of the potato salad, before pushing his plate away from him* I'll make sure that I tell you. I'm assuming there was an accident of some sort, seeing as the nun wouldn't have hurt him otherwise. My art is much better now then it was in first grade. Yes, I do. Why, is there something wrong with nuns?
Kirihara: *pushes his plate away as well* I figured. I mean, aren't the nuns all old and frail? Yeah, but how much better? No, but they aren't exactly open-minded about art, are they? That's what dad about religious people.
Mizuki: I can't believe that you actually ate all of that! *points at your empty plate* Not all of them are, some of them are younger then others. *looks excited* I'll have to show it to you sometime! Not all of them are open-minded, but they know good art when they see it. *shakes his head a little* Your dad must not know very many religious people then.
Kirihara: *burps loudly* 'Scuse me. What? It was good! Really, young nuns? I thought maybe the get-up they wore magically aged them into old ladies or something. Yeah, show me next time I come visit. Really? But what if it's... con-tro-ver-sial... stuff? *pauses and wonders if he said it right* He reads about 'em in the newspaper.
Mizuki: *looks at you in disgust* ...why do you have to be so gross? If you say so...*sighs* Yes, young nuns, is it really that unbelievable? *nods* I'll do that. I don't know, I've never shown them anything that could be considered "controversial". The people, who write the newspaper, like to exaggerate things.
Kirihara: *snorts* Whatever. So, what do you wanna do now? We could go to my house, if you have stuff packed for a sleepover. You haven't met Goku yet, have you?
Mizuki: *looks around and then leans forward a little* Something that doesn't involve any of our relatives? *sits back again* Going to your house seems like a good idea. My parents will drop my bag off at your house on their way home, I wasn't about to lug them around all day. No, I haven't, I'm looking forward to meeting her though!
Kirihara: *nods* Right. *points* The sake is here, you wanna go now? It'll only get worse if we stay. Heh, you really are spoiled, aren't you? *grunts in annoyance* Goku's a BOY, Hajime!
Mizuki: Yes, let’s get out of here before they start drinking it! *gets up and stands next to the picnic table* I am not spoiled! Your house IS on their way you know. *looks embarrassed* I knew that Akaya!
Kirihara: Hey, get my leftovers before we go! *pokes you* You are too. Normal people would carry their stuff, but whatever. *snickers at you* Suuuuuuuuure you did.
Mizuki: I'm getting to it! ...the bag is very heavy, Akaya! *blushes a little* I'm going to get your leftovers! *walks over to the food and comes back, a few minutes later, with a plate wrapped in foil* Here! *hands it to you*
Kirihara: Hm. *looks around before grabbing a plastic shopping bag and putting the plate inside to carry* There! Heavy? How much stuff are you bringing with you? *starts walking in the direction of the trains*
Mizuki: I didn't bring very much, just the essentials. *follows beside you* Do you think the trains will be busy?
Kirihara: ...What counts as "essentials"? *ponders* Nah, it's only, what, 2 o'clock? The lunch rush is over, and the end-day rush hasn't hit yet.
Mizuki: Let’s see here... I brought a few outfits, a pair of pajamas, my shampoo, my conditioner, my toothbrush, some slippers, a few pairs of shoes, a couple of blankets... *sees you giving him a weird look* What?
Kirihara: *continues giving you a weird look* You really are crazy, aren't you? Is everything arranged in alphabetical order in the bag, too? Do you freak out and cry if someone moves something?
Mizuki: I'm not crazy! I just like to make sure I have everything that I'll need. Not in alphabetical order, but I did organize them. *glares at you* No, but I might get a little angry if someone was to get into my bags!
Kirihara: *snorts as he makes his way into the train station* You mean everything you and ten other people need, right? Hah, I knew it! You're such a control freak. *sticks his tongue at you* I might dig around in them, just to make you twitch!
Mizuki: It's called being prepared, Akaya! I'm not a control freak, I just wouldn't like it if someone was going through my things! *flicks you in the nose* That would be very rude!
Kirihara: Prepared for what? The end of the world? You're a control freak about the way you organize everything, not the "people going through your stuff" thing. Aah! *rubs his nose with his free hand* Owie, jerk! You're the rude one! *kicks you in the shin before running for the turnstiles*
Mizuki: If I was preparing for the end of the world, I'd need more then just one bag! What's so wrong about wanting everything to be organized? *smirks* That's what you get for being rude! Hey! *stumbles a bit when you kick him* Dammit Akaya! That hurt! *bends down and rubs his shin*
Kirihara: Bah, whatever! And it's your own fault, for being mean! *scuffs his shoes, feeling just a tad guilty* *cranes his neck* ...It's not too bad, is it?
Mizuki: How was I being mean, Akaya? *glares at you as he continues to rub his shin* ...It better not bruise!
Kirihara: *sniffs for emphasis* You flicked my nose, meanie! *slowly wanders back over* ...Is it bad? *looks a little worried now*
Mizuki: I barely even tapped you! *looks up at you* You kicked me pretty hard... you might have to carry me to your house. *smirks*
Kirihara: That was not "barely tapping". I really hurt you? *scuffs his shoes again, before walking over to you, turning around, and squatting in front of you* Up.
Mizuki: It was too! Yes! *is pretty shocked when you actually offer to carry him* *doesn't know what to say* I-I...you weren't supposed to actually offer to carry me! *stands up and hits you lightly on the back of your head* ...idiot!
Kirihara: *turns to stare at you over his shoulder, and stands up with a disgruntled glare when you hit him on the head* Well, I couldn't say s-s-s--... *falters and shrugs without looking at you* ...Can we go?
Mizuki: What was it that you couldn't say, Akaya? *smirks at you* Yeah, let's get going! *eyes the homeless guy warily*
Kirihara: *frowns and barely resists the urge to kick you again* Fine, whatever. *not worried about the bum sleeping off his booze in the corner as he pulls out two tokens and hands one to you*
Mizuki: ...I'll let it slide for now! *takes the token handed to him* Well, let's hurry then! *starts walking away, leaving Akaya behind*
Kirihara: *grumbles and runs to catch up to you, letting the bag of leftovers swing back and forth lightly* *mumbles* Sometimes I wonder why I bother. *raises his voice as he looks at the schedule posted on the wall and the clock above it* Oi, Hajime, don't get on the train that's coming up. Ours is the next one.
Mizuki: *pauses and turns to you* Like I would be stupid enough to get on the wrong train! *would have got on the wrong train if you hadn't said anything...* ...are you coming? *waiting for you to catch up*
Kirihara: *snorts but decides to let it pass as he comes up next to you* So what do you wanna do when we get to my house? We can do anything we want, since no one else is home.
Mizuki: *poses thoughtfully* Well, I was planning to give you your gift, but my parents have that at the moment. What is there to do at your house?
Kirihara: *abruptly spazzes* PRESENT! AFHLKGHLSDGFJKL PRESENT!!! *is completely unhelpful at the moment, try again later*
Mizuki: *laughs* Yes, a present! I can't give it to you until my bag arrives at your house though, so you will have to wait.
Kirihara: *pouts a little before sighing VERY loudly* Okay~! We could... play with Goku? He likes playing fetch!
Mizuki: Okay, we can play with Goku for a bit! ...he doesn't bite does he? *looks a little worried*
Kirihara: *bounces a bit in excitement* Nah, he doesn't bite. Well, he might chew a little bit, 'cause he's still teething and all, but he doesn't do it hard and if you tell him "no", he stops. *smiles sweetly* He's great, you'll love him! Even if he is a little piggy that eats and eats and eats!
Mizuki: *raises an eyebrow at you* Well, at least he doesn't bite. I'll try not to give him a chance to chew on me then. ...he doesn't chew shoes or anything, right? *can't help but smile as well* I hope so! You really shouldn't let him eat too much, he might get sick.
Kirihara: No, he likes the chew-bones I buy him, but sometimes he starts chewing on furniture. *bounces again* Nah, I feed him what the puppy book to, that's all. And I don't feed him human food, 'cause that's bad for him. *nods decisively, and turns as the train comes roaring toward them* This one's ours!
Mizuki: *nods as you ramble on about your puppy* Well that's good! *turns to the train as it arrives* Finally! *grabs your arm and starts walking towards the train*
Kirihara: *blinks as he's dragged to the train through the doors* O-Oi! Leggoame! I'm not a bag, yanno! *blinks again at the flash of purple exiting through a door further down*
Mizuki: *Lets go of your arm* I know that, Akaya. I'd have to be an idiot, to think that you were a bag. *Also notices the purple, and looks to see what it is* Oh, what a gorgeous shirt! *starts to run back towards the exit* I have to find out where she bought it!
Kirihara: o.O Wha-Oh-no-you-don't! *jumps and tackles you before you can make it out the door*
Mizuki: *gets tackled to the ground* Oof! Akaya! What do you think you're doing!? *thrashes around a bit* I NEED that shirt!
Kirihara: *thumps your back with his head while wrapping his arms around yours to keep you still* Like you need another hole in your head! Baka! The train could leave any minute now, and the next one we need doesn't come for another four hours!
Mizuki: *stops thrashing about, and tries to glares at you* What does having a hole in my head, have to do with anything? *tries to wiggle free from under you* Fine! Now, let me up already!
Kirihara: *stares at you for a moment, before grunting softly and getting up* Fine, but come over here and sit down. *breathes a sigh of relief as the train begins to move*
Mizuki: *stands up and brushes himself off, then pauses and glares at you* Look at this! Now my shirt is all wrinkled! *points at the wrinkles* I hope you’re happy now! *begins to walk towards the seat, when the train jerks to a start* Aah! *tries to grab on to you, but misses, and falls forward*
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes at your tirade, not really paying attention* Blah, blah, bla-- Oi! *grabs you as you fall and twists so that he lands under you*
Mizuki: *closes his eyes as he falls, but opens them when he lands on something soft* … *glares at you slightly* This is all your fault, you know that right? *starts pushing himself up, so that he’s not laying on you anymore*
Kirihara: *glares back at you* You're welcome, Hajime. *moves one leg and winces slightly* ...Aw, crap. *begins to panic, just a little* Crapcrapcrapcrap.
Mizuki: *pushes himself the rest of the way up* Hmph! *starts to turn away from you, but turns back when he hears you start to panic* What’s wrong? Did you land in something? *looks worried, but then notices that you’re not holding the leftovers anymore and laughs lightly* It was just some leftovers, nothing to panic about!
Kirihara: Wha...? *looks around distractedly, and notices the leftovers are near the door, dropped when he tackled you* Oh, no, no, not that. *sits up, straightens his legs, and winces again* No, um... my ankle...
Mizuki: Your ankle? *gets down on his knees next to you, and pokes at your ankle a bit* …does that hurt?
Kirihara: *grunts* Yeah. I think I can walk, it just hurts a lot and we have practice, no exceptions, and it's gonna hurt more. *grabs the edge of a seat and hauls himself up slowly to his knees, then to his feet* Mmph, damn. *shifts his weight to his right leg to take the weight off his left*
Mizuki: *stands up and hovers around you worriedly, not knowing what to do, and then finally takes the seat next to you* Your buchou will still make you practice like this? …I knew he was evil! *tilts his head to the side, and looks at you* Is your house far from the station?
Kirihara: *blinks at you looking... well, worried* Well, yeah. I mean, he expects it to be taken care of, so I have to go home, put ice on it, and wrap it, but it's not too bad, so I have no excuse not to be there. *head snaps around to glare at you* FDJKLAFHDJLA YOU TAKE THAT BACK! BUCHOU IS NOT EVIL!! *flops down angrily onto the seat* Nah, just a few blocks.
Mizuki: *shakes his finger at you* You should also go to the doctor! It could be more then just a sprained ankle! *his eyes widen as you yell at him, and then he glares back at you* That was uncalled for, Akaya! I was only stating the truth! *turns away from you, and pouts slightly* …well that’s good.
Kirihara: *snorts at you* I can move it, it just hurts. I bet it ain't even sprained. No, you calling Buchou names was "uncalled for". Don't say things like that! *grunts and leans back slightly* ...Yeah.
Mizuki: I'll say whatever I want to say, Akaya! *still facing away from you* ... *awkward silence*
Kirihara: *grunts and twiddles his thumbs, looking away as well, until the train pulls to a slow stop at the station twenty minutes later* ...Yo, s'our stop. *gets up, putting most of his weight on his right leg, and limps to the door*
Mizuki: I knew that! *stands up and stretches a little, before stepping out of the train with you* … *steps close to your left side when he sees you limping, and turns slightly towards you* …you can lean on me, if you want to.
Kirihara: *looks at you suspiciously, but accepts and sighs gratefully as he leans on your shoulder* ...Thanks. *shifts the bag of leftovers in his hand and points to the right* That way.
Mizuki: *puts his arm around your waist, for more support* You can pay me back for this later. *smirks at you, and then starts walking, slowly, in the direction that you pointed* …you did say that your house was only a couple of blocks away, correct?
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes* Yeah, figured that one. Yeah, one block over, one up. Not _tired_, are you? *smirks, but quickly winces as he puts too much weight on his left ankle* Let's... hurry.
Mizuki: Well, that’s good! *trying to concentrate on helping you walk* That wouldn’t be an issue, if you were not so heavy, nfu. *pokes at your stomach, with the hand that’s not wrapped around you* You want me to hurry? *raises a, finely plucked, eyebrow at you*
Kirihara: *grunts and looks at you, somewhat in pain now* M'not heavy. Yeah, or let me rest on a bench somewhere. *starting to sweat lightly*
Mizuki: Yes, you are. *continues walking towards your house, slowly* You don’t need a bench, Akaya! *rolls his eyes at you* I’m basically carrying you home!
Kirihara: *grunts, hurting too much to fight with you* Whatever. *shivering slightly in the breeze* Watch this step down. *points to it before stepping gingerly to the lower level*
Mizuki: *smiling to himself, because he won this round!* Nfu. *continues walking forward, distracted by his thoughts of victory* …Hm? What did you say, Aka…eek! *loses his footing as he trips down the step, letting go of you to catch his balance*
Kirihara: *growls in frustration* Dummy! *grabs you and hauls you upright, stepping on his left foot and causing excruciating pain in the process* Unf! *rocks back on his feet*
Mizuki: Thank you. *gives his shirt a disgruntled look, and then brushes at the wrinkles you created* I can not wait to change into a fresh shirt! *ignorant of your pain, he wraps his arm around you again* …so let's hurry!
Kirihara: *starts to roll his eyes, but stops when he feels dizzy* Yeah... *leans very heavily on you and takes a shuffling step forward* It's... t'th'... right.
Mizuki: Nnnf! Akaya! *walking a little crooked, from all the weight* You’re getting heavier! *turns right at the next street, and then pauses when he notices that you’re slowing down* What are you doing? We’re almost there!
Kirihara: Mmm, s-s-s-- *chokes* Uh, yeah. *pulls some of his weight off of you and back onto his bad ankle, and labors to make his steps normal* Just 'nother block. *looks down to hide his face behind his hair so you don't see his expression*
Mizuki: *stands back up straight, as the weight is lifted from him* Thank you! *nods* Yes, just one more block! *starts walking again* …remind me next time, NOT to take the train.
Kirihara: *grunts, but is in too much pain to answer, so stays silent until a few feet from the door* Here. *lets go of you, pulls out his house key, and unlocks and opens the door, bracing himself on the door frame* After you.
Mizuki: *lets you go, sighing in relief* *walks up to the door beside you, and waits for you to unlock it* Finally! *walks into your house, looking around while he takes off his shoes* It looks different then the last time I was here. …and I see that you guys got a new couch! It was about time!
Kirihara: *limps in and toes his shoes off, before limping over to the couch and collapsing on it* Mom went through a "redecorating" phase-thingy a few months ago. Yeah, this one's not smelly like the other one was, after that cat we had that peed everywhere. *sits up and peels off his sock, then starts poking the ankle which is starting to turn purplish-blue*
Mizuki: *finishes taking his shoes off, and then lines them up nicely next to the wall* I can see that… Wait, your cat PEED on the couch!? …and you let me SIT on it!? *walks over to the couch, takes a seat beside you, and sighs* I can’t believe that you would… *gets a look at your ankle* …I don't think it's suppose to be that color.
Kirihara: Mmmm, yeah, before we got him fixed and he was "spraying" everywhere. *laughter rumbles in his chest* Well, you listened when I told you to have a seat... *smiles in reminiscence, then pokes his ankle again and winces when it twinges* I think it's popped out of place. Happened once before.
Mizuki: *looks appalled* Why would you do something like that!? Of course I listened to you, why wouldn’t I!? *looks at your ankle, and then back at you, glaring* Well, then pop it back into place or something!
Kirihara: *snickers now at your indignance, before rolling his eyes again* Mmm, yeah, gimme a minute, though, okay? And could you get the bandage from under the bathroom sink? I'm gonna need it afterwards. *flops back over, closes his eyes, and concentrates on just breathing*
Mizuki: I guess I’ll go get it! *gets up and starts towards the bathroom, but stops and turns around* …but you better be done by the time I get back! *glares at you one last time, before turning back around, and continuing his trip to the bathroom*
Kirihara: *grins at your back as you walk away, before reaching down and grabbing one of Goku's chew bones* Okay! *makes dramatic grunting noises of effort, and snaps the bone loudly in half* Ah!
Mizuki: *shudders when he hears the snap* You are such a jerk, Akaya! *looking disgusted, he finally reaches the bathroom, enters, and starts to look under the sink for the bandage*
Kirihara: *snort-laughs and drops the chew bone before bending back over and massaging the sore ankle* Takes one to know one, Hajime! *begins rotating his foot to get the ankle to pop back into place* Crap, this hurts...
Mizuki: *still moving things around, looking for the bandage* They really need to organize this better… * after a few more minutes of searching, he spots the bandage* Ah-ha! *grabs it, and holds it up, triumphantly* Finally! *shuts the door to the cupboard, and stands up, before walking back to the living room* You better be finished in there, Akaya!
Kirihara: *grunts in frustration, still moving the foot around* And if 'm not? *flops back on the couch and covers his eyes* Don't guess you know how to do it, huh?
Mizuki: Then I’ll wait here until you finish! *pauses in the hallway, just before the entrance to the living room* … *peeks around the corner, to make sure it's safe* …no, and I wouldn’t do it, even if I did know how!
Kirihara: ...Jerk. *sighs and braces himself, then reaches for his foot again and rotates it sharply until the ankle snaps back into place* Mmmnnnfffff! *falls back on the couch, shaking the tiniest bit* Okay, done. Can I have that bandage now?
Mizuki: Like I would pop your ankle back into place! Do you know how… *looks a little sick, when you snap you ankle back into place* Akaya! That was disgusting! Why didn’t you warn me first!? *stomps into the living room, looking angry* Here! *tosses the bandage at you*
Kirihara: Hmph, wouldn't hurt you to... *sighs and picks up the bandage from where it rolled to on the floor* *decides that lying still for a few minutes would be better than moving* You want anything to eat? *wonders where he dropped the leftovers, since he can't remember when the bag left his hand*
Mizuki: Well not anymore! *gives you a dirty look* Now that you have scarred me for life! *sighs* No, I don’t need anything to eat. What I do need, is a new, clean shirt! *looks down at his shirt, with disgust* Ugh! My parents should have been here by now!
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes again, and jerks a thumb toward the front door* Was that your bags by the door? I saw 'em, but it didn't hit me that they were yours.
Mizuki: *pauses in his ranting, and just looks at you* …and you didn’t think to mention this earlier? *turns and walks towards the door, ranting again* I could have been in a new shirt by now! *walks up to the door, opens it, and steps out side* I can’t believe you! *comes back in, dragging the bag slowly behind him* Ngh! Why did I pack so much!?
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes and sits up with a quiet grunt* Because you're a-- how did Shishido say it? A "frilly ponce". Seriously, my MOM doesn't pack that much junk. Do you carry tampons too, "just in case"? *trying very hard not to fall over laughing*
Mizuki: *finishes dragging his bag, to the couch, and looks at you* Well Shishido’s an imbecile, so you shouldn’t listen to anything that idiot! …It’s not junk, Akaya! Everything in here is a necessity! *pauses and kneels down to rummage through his bag* I might… Why, do you need one? *smirks at you*
Kirihara: *sticks his tongue out, not caring how childish he looks* I dunno, he makes sense when it comes to femmy boys like you. Necessity? *peers over the back of the couch* So... you'll die if you don't have that curling iron? *grins hopefully* *snorts in disgust* If you give me one, you're getting it right back... but not in your hand.
Mizuki: *laughs* Shishido, making sense? That would be a first. Nfufufu. *nods his head sharply* Yes, a necessity! …I wouldn’t die, per se; I just wouldn’t be able to go out in public, without having curled my hair first. *rolls his eyes at you* Well it’s a good thing I don’t have one then, isn’t it?
Kirihara: *rolls his eyes at the laughter* ...Damn. So no dying, huh? *grumbles in mock disappointment* Whatever, dork. Sometimes I think you need one, though. *peeks over the back of the couch into the bag* So whatcha wanna do? I don't feel like moving from here yet.
Mizuki: I know, isn’t that a shame? *smiles slightly and shakes his head* …jerk. Well, I WAS looking for your birthday present, before I was so rudely interrupted. *continues rummaging through his bag* It should be in here, somewhere…
Kirihara: *squeals and bounces hard enough to fall off the couch* Oof!! PRESENT! PRESENT PRESENT PRESENT! *climbs back up onto the couch, ignoring his hurt ankle* Whadja get me? Huh?
Mizuki: Would you calm down a little! You’re going to hurt yourself! *watches you fall off the couch, and shakes his head* …I told you. *looks back down at his bag, and finally finds the presents* Ah-ha! *pulls out two, perfectly wrapped presents, and walks over to hand them to you* Here you go, Akaya.
Kirihara: *squeals again, not even caring about the lecturing, and bear-hugs you* ^__________^ *let’s go, falls off the couch again, gets back up on it, and holds his hands out* Whatcha get me?!
Mizuki: *glares at you when you hug him, glad that he didn’t change his shirt yet* …I’m glad that you’re so excited. *sits down next to you, after you let him go, and hands you the packages* Why don’t you open them and find out? Nfufufu. *watches you, expectantly*
Kirihara: *grabs both packages and sets them down before taking the first and ripping off the sparkly purple wrapping paper, blinking at the the tiny purple shirt folded inside* Uh... *picks it up and notices the matching leash* o.O This is for GOKU?! *turns pale*
Mizuki: *watches you rip open the package, morning the death of the beautiful paper* Yes~! I think it will look wonderful on him, don’t you? …I tried to find you a matching shirt, but I didn’t have any luck. I hope you’re not too disappointed? *smiles at you*
Kirihara: *chokes, but swallows down his horror* Uh... yeah. Okay. *puts the present aside with no intention of ever using it, and grabs the other one* *feels his hands shaking in terror as he tears off the paper to this one too, but stops and stares in puzzlement at the photo album* ???
Mizuki: *smiles as you un-wrap the photo album, hoping that you’ll like it* I made this all by myself, don’t you think it’s cute? It has all the pictures of us that I’ve saved through the years. I thought you might like having something to remind you of some of the good times we’ve shared.
Kirihara: *looks at it wonderingly before opening it up and flipping slowly through the collected pictures* Had to put nekkid baby pictures in it, huh? *tries to suppress his laughter* Ah! I think I remember this! *points to one picture* That time we were playing in the pool in the backyard, and I jumped out crying because you had a plastic snake in it! I thought it was real. *smiles fondly*
Mizuki: Of course I did, I think they’re cute. *laughs softly, as he looks at the picture you pointed to* Well, I had to get revenge for all the pranks you pulled on me, didn’t I? …and now that I know about your old couch, I’m not sure we are even anymore. Nfu~ *smirks at you*
Kirihara: *snorts at you and pulls you closer to share the album* Whatever. *looks at the dog sweater/leash combo* I'm not so sure of that. *flips through a few more pictures* Eh, I remember that day! *points* We were at the beach, and our sun lotion got washed off. We looked like a couple of boiled lobsters! *laughs* I kept poking you on the way home, just to make you yell.
Mizuki: *scoots closer to you, as you pull on him* Not so sure of what? The baby pictures? …you can’t say they’re not cute, Akaya~! *pokes you* Hmm? *looks over at the picture* I remember that! It was so bad, that I blistered! I couldn’t sleep properly for a week! *shakes his head at the memory* You were such a little brat.
Kirihara: *snorts* Nevermind. The pictures are fine. And you were a brat too, you know! You gave as good as you got in that back seat! *flips to another picture, and feels himself really smile* When was this taken? How? By who? *stares at the picture of him striding out to face Kevin Smith, smirk firmly in place*
Mizuki: …you started it though! *pushes you, playfully, and then takes a look at the picture* Who do you think took the picture? Me, of course! Think of all the good data I would have missed, if I didn’t watch that tournament! *sees you still staring at the picture, and is a little worried that you don’t like it* Don’t worry, your hair might not have been in the best of shape, but I don’t think you look too bad in the photo. *smirks at you*
Kirihara: *blinks back sudden tears and turns his head aside to hide the look on his face* Nah, s'not that. Just... figured everyone else was so disappointed it wasn't Echizen, I didn't think anyone wanted to see me then. *turns back to the album before bumping your shoulder with his* Hey, it's getting close to dinner time. You hungry?
Mizuki: Well I wasn’t disappointed! I’d rather watch you play, instead of that cheating Seigaku brat, any day! *is bumped* I’m not really hungry for any leftovers; they were not really that good to begin with. …you wouldn’t happen to have anything else around here, would you?
Kirihara: *tries not to smile broadly at the praise* Uh, yeah, got stuff for miso soup and... some other stuff. Yanagi-sempai came over and helped me do some grocery shopping. *stands up, hobbles over to the bookshelf, and carefully places the album on a shelf* To look at later... Come on, you can show me how to make this stuff. *limps into the kitchen*