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deercountry2022-01-25 06:45 pm
stealhearted) wrote in deercountry2022-01-25 06:45 pm
Entry tags:
when the hand you wanna hold is a weapon (closed)
Who: Bad Thief stealhearted & Loving Kouhai virtuosital.
What: Discussing bad life decisions and the healing power of coffee.
When: End of the month, ish.
Where: Akechi's place that Akira squatted in two months ago and never left.
Content Warnings: Minor wounds (scratching/skin), minor body horror, discussions of past injuries.
[ Pop quiz. Akira is:
a) recovering from the ramifications of making out with his friend-turned-rival-turned-enemy-turned-ally-turned-???
b) morosely making coffee while alone in said friend-turned-rival-turned-enemy-turned-ally-turned-???'s house while said friend-turned-rival-turned-enemy-turned-ally-turned-??? studiously avoids him despite it being literally his house
c) scratching the everloving shit out of his arms and revealing some really weird black and red skin underneath, leading to him contemplating the merits of a coffee exfoliant scrub
or,
d) all of the above?
That's right! It's all of the above, and whether you guessed the correct answer or not doesn't matter because Sumire's internal Senpai Alarm is undoubtedly going off. When approached, Akira will either answer the door or be found in the kitchen with a bowl of coffee grounds in one hand, a container of some sort of petroleum jelly-like substance in the other, and bandages on his forearms. He looks a little like a deer caught doing something that deer should not be doing, like making out with enemy deer, or holding something that can be used as lubricant while thinking about making out with enemy deer.
The metaphor escapes him. ]
... hey. Do you know how to make lotion?
[ For his arms. ]
stealhearted & Loving Kouhai virtuosital.What: Discussing bad life decisions and the healing power of coffee.
When: End of the month, ish.
Where: Akechi's place that Akira squatted in two months ago and never left.
Content Warnings: Minor wounds (scratching/skin), minor body horror, discussions of past injuries.
[ Pop quiz. Akira is:
a) recovering from the ramifications of making out with his friend-turned-rival-turned-enemy-turned-ally-turned-???
b) morosely making coffee while alone in said friend-turned-rival-turned-enemy-turned-ally-turned-???'s house while said friend-turned-rival-turned-enemy-turned-ally-turned-??? studiously avoids him despite it being literally his house
c) scratching the everloving shit out of his arms and revealing some really weird black and red skin underneath, leading to him contemplating the merits of a coffee exfoliant scrub
or,
d) all of the above?
That's right! It's all of the above, and whether you guessed the correct answer or not doesn't matter because Sumire's internal Senpai Alarm is undoubtedly going off. When approached, Akira will either answer the door or be found in the kitchen with a bowl of coffee grounds in one hand, a container of some sort of petroleum jelly-like substance in the other, and bandages on his forearms. He looks a little like a deer caught doing something that deer should not be doing, like making out with enemy deer, or holding something that can be used as lubricant while thinking about making out with enemy deer.
The metaphor escapes him. ]
... hey. Do you know how to make lotion?
[ For his arms. ]