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thenearshore2017-03-23 07:41 pm
revolutionfalcon) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-23 07:41 pm
[closed] the best medicine
Who: A: Shun, Ren and Yukine, B: Shun, Ren and Fubuki
When: A: June 27th, B: June 28th
Where: A: Cat Cafe Calico, B: Nekhbet's Temple
What: A long overdue plot tweest at the cat cafe (when you find out your friend is friends with That One Asshole), and sleepover 2: the sleepovening (a.k.a. Shun's over a week of sleep deprivation is starting to catch up with him, time to do some things that maybe don't involve running into burning buildings)
Warnings: None yet.
[A]
[Maybe there's other things happening in the city today, maybe it's just a nice enough day that most people don't want to spend it inside. Whatever the reason, Cat Cafe Calico is quiet this afternoon, with only a few small groups left on the lower floor after the busier lunch hours pass.
This is definitely not a concern for Shun, who has work to do and would much prefer the quiet to do it in. This isn't the first time he's had to help out with newcomers to the cafe, but when he's supposed to be "socialising" the kittens as well as taking care of them, cramming himself in the backroom to avoid customers isn't the most productive method of doing it.
With the quiet, though, he ends up in one of the corners of the lower floor, a few cushions strewn around nearby and a short, folding gate up so the kittens can't go having any unsupervised adventures around the cafe if his attention lapses. It's far enough from the current customers to be quiet, but close enough to the door for people to come by and get excited about the kittens if they notice them. At least, that's what Shun's under the impression is supposed to help socialise them.
As it is now, though, the half dozen or so kittens seem to be having a grand time socialising themselves all over him instead. One of them is asleep on his head, another hanging off his shoulder, and yet another one is making an admirable effort of trying to crawl up his shirt, even as Shun bumps it onto its side with one hand in hopes it might serve as a temporary distraction - which it kind of does, given two of the other kittens come tumbling by and catch the third one up in their play-fight as well. He himself is holding another of the kittens with a hand under its belly, doing an apparently routine check of its teeth and ears, and gently pushing out its claws one by one. His focus on the work is intense and unwavering - even more so than he gives it to most things, because as the dark shadows and lines under his eyes suggest, he hasn't really been getting any sleep recently, and it's starting to wear on his ability to multitask. The amount of smoke he went through last night definitely didn't help that either, let alone his hopes of actually being able to do anything strenuous today.
At the very least, the sound of the door opening still makes him glance upwards, if perhaps with an air that says it comes much more out of nowhere than it normally would for someone like him.]
--
[B]
[Training with Ren today was a bad idea, but when Shun was the one who insisted on it, he's definitely not admitting that.
It's about as much as Shun can manage afterwards to busy himself with sorting out water and jugs and cups, and hope to hell the continued movement can disguise the fact that his hands are shaking a little. It's been about nine days since he slept properly, about a week since he stopped trying at all, and while the reasonable part of him knows there's no way he's getting through tonight without either Ren or Fubuki noticing, if not both - though that would imply they hadn't already noticed and he just hadn't admitted defeat yet - the still-dominant unreasonable part is telling him to keep up the facade as long as he can.
So for now, he tries to keep himelf in motion. Moving cups, filling two jugs of water because hell knows how long one is going to last with his throat still itching from the fire, and leaving them on the coffee table in the loungeroom before sweeping up the hall to rap sharply on the wall at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.]
We're done. You can come down. [His voice is a little rough, like it has been for two days now, but he can still make it carry more than well enough up the stairs for his purposes.]
When: A: June 27th, B: June 28th
Where: A: Cat Cafe Calico, B: Nekhbet's Temple
What: A long overdue plot tweest at the cat cafe (when you find out your friend is friends with That One Asshole), and sleepover 2: the sleepovening (a.k.a. Shun's over a week of sleep deprivation is starting to catch up with him, time to do some things that maybe don't involve running into burning buildings)
Warnings: None yet.
[A]
[Maybe there's other things happening in the city today, maybe it's just a nice enough day that most people don't want to spend it inside. Whatever the reason, Cat Cafe Calico is quiet this afternoon, with only a few small groups left on the lower floor after the busier lunch hours pass.
This is definitely not a concern for Shun, who has work to do and would much prefer the quiet to do it in. This isn't the first time he's had to help out with newcomers to the cafe, but when he's supposed to be "socialising" the kittens as well as taking care of them, cramming himself in the backroom to avoid customers isn't the most productive method of doing it.
With the quiet, though, he ends up in one of the corners of the lower floor, a few cushions strewn around nearby and a short, folding gate up so the kittens can't go having any unsupervised adventures around the cafe if his attention lapses. It's far enough from the current customers to be quiet, but close enough to the door for people to come by and get excited about the kittens if they notice them. At least, that's what Shun's under the impression is supposed to help socialise them.
As it is now, though, the half dozen or so kittens seem to be having a grand time socialising themselves all over him instead. One of them is asleep on his head, another hanging off his shoulder, and yet another one is making an admirable effort of trying to crawl up his shirt, even as Shun bumps it onto its side with one hand in hopes it might serve as a temporary distraction - which it kind of does, given two of the other kittens come tumbling by and catch the third one up in their play-fight as well. He himself is holding another of the kittens with a hand under its belly, doing an apparently routine check of its teeth and ears, and gently pushing out its claws one by one. His focus on the work is intense and unwavering - even more so than he gives it to most things, because as the dark shadows and lines under his eyes suggest, he hasn't really been getting any sleep recently, and it's starting to wear on his ability to multitask. The amount of smoke he went through last night definitely didn't help that either, let alone his hopes of actually being able to do anything strenuous today.
At the very least, the sound of the door opening still makes him glance upwards, if perhaps with an air that says it comes much more out of nowhere than it normally would for someone like him.]
--
[B]
[Training with Ren today was a bad idea, but when Shun was the one who insisted on it, he's definitely not admitting that.
It's about as much as Shun can manage afterwards to busy himself with sorting out water and jugs and cups, and hope to hell the continued movement can disguise the fact that his hands are shaking a little. It's been about nine days since he slept properly, about a week since he stopped trying at all, and while the reasonable part of him knows there's no way he's getting through tonight without either Ren or Fubuki noticing, if not both - though that would imply they hadn't already noticed and he just hadn't admitted defeat yet - the still-dominant unreasonable part is telling him to keep up the facade as long as he can.
So for now, he tries to keep himelf in motion. Moving cups, filling two jugs of water because hell knows how long one is going to last with his throat still itching from the fire, and leaving them on the coffee table in the loungeroom before sweeping up the hall to rap sharply on the wall at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.]
We're done. You can come down. [His voice is a little rough, like it has been for two days now, but he can still make it carry more than well enough up the stairs for his purposes.]
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If you want to make a bet for if you win.
[Win at what is a thing he probably should mention too, and maybe he would have realized that if he hadn't finally glanced over at Shun and noticed what he was doing.]
...I don't think your dagger would be any worse off if you waited until tomorrow to do that...
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Shun...do you like horror movies by any chance... [Or, y'know. Imitating them... (He even closed the blinds and everything!! aghhh)]
You didn't hear what we were talking about, did you? [Given that Shun had asked when he'd come in, that's a stupid question, but if he'd walked away to retrieve the blade and stone, that's...still a possibility. Not to mention...why the blade and stone in the first place...??]
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I don't watch movies. And since I'm going to have nothing else to do until the rice is done cooking, I might as well make it something productive. [Even if he should probably be focusing more attention than he actually is right now to making sure the knife and rock don't slip.] I heard the end of it. You weren't being that loud.
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Our bets are pretty open-ended. Just a "you'll have to do something for me" kind of thing.
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[Don't invite people over and then pull out a knife, Shun!!] Ren...do you really not mind this? [Why does it seem like he's the only one freaked out over here...]
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[And also there's the fact that he'd be at the mercy of one of two potentially very silly people if he lost, though that's implying he's going to lose.
Once he looks up again, he squints over at Fubuki like he can't see the problem here at all.] The knife was in my pocket, and I left the stone on the hall shelf the other day. Unless you wanted me to go out of my way to get something to occupy myself with when you're fussing about tiredness.
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I think he could pick something less dangerous to do while his hands are shaking...?
[Sorry, Fubuki, but Ren wouldn't even be freaked out by a real ax-murderer sharpening a knife in the corner, much less Shun doing it.
And then he turns back to Shun, knowing full well he could still hear all that.]
That's part of what makes it fun. But you could come up with something else.
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[...Okay, considering the conversation they'd just finished having before the cooking started, maybe that was a bit of wishful thinking.]
You being tired wasn't exactly the issue... [If Shun can't sleep right now, it might be better to tire him out, in fact. Not to mention, there's a time and place to respect your weapon. But with the two of them like this, what did he get himself into]
...I agree with Ren. [Resignation.] That's dangerous...
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It takes Shun a moment to peg what exactly the resignation in Fubuki's tone is born of in the context of what he's been saying, and he gives a somewhat dismissive huff.]
If I was interested in attacking you, I wouldn't need a knife for it. [Well, he might need one for Ren in his current state, but he's not the one who was worried. Neither of their remarks on it being dangerous seem to deter him a great deal, though, because he's still sharpening the knife.] Just because neither of you were going to let me near a knife doesn't mean I suddenly became incapable of handling them.
[Not incapable, just very very impaired.]