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Chikusa ([personal profile] kokuyoyo) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2018-05-09 07:54 pm

won't you take me

Who: The Li Tieguai clusterfuck
What: Well, we're out of a shitty haunted forest, who wants dinner?
When: November 16, evening
Where: Li Tieguai's Temple

Usually, when there's some big nonsense in Heaven, Chikusa can be found out cold or "away" in his own head for most of the following couple of days afterwards... but that apparently only counts for event which involve people. Spending an entire day trekking through a possessed forest filled with violent plant-life and cultists is manageable.... somehow.

No matter how exhausted or injured anyone in the temple is, food still has to be made, and Hakka is in no condition to make it. Thus, dinner is being arranged by the other cook in the house, and invitations have been sent out to the relevant people Chikusa thinks care- namely Nanako and Ayumu, along with anyone they seek to bring. That doesn't mean people checking in on the Li Tieguai temple can't just waltz right into the dinner as well....

There's a lot to do in the time leading up to dinner, after all, depending on when people show up (or, you know, realize there's smells coming from the kitchen). Bon, the resident enormous Tibetan Mastiff, demands attention in the form of bodily flinging himself at people. There's a goat in the garden, tied away from all the important medical herbs. At least four different nekomata wander in and out of the temple ground whenever they please, including Pookie, the most permanent resident, and never shut up.... Not to mention that a Kung-Fu movie has been put on the television for people to watch.

There's also a sign on all entrances to the kitchen that says: CHO HAKKAI IS NOT ALLOWED TO COOK. Presumably Chikusa put it up while making direct eye contact with him.

Either way, mess around until dinner, have dinner, crash in the living room where another kung-fu movie has been put on again... Have fun.

Oh, and before it can be forgotten.... The dinner menu for the night is fritto misto, meaty Amatriciana sauce with bucatini noodles, and all the garlic bread in the world apparently. For dessert? Cannoli again. That... might be all he knows how to make on the dessert front.
reformedsinner: (charting a new world)

[personal profile] reformedsinner 2018-05-15 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not agreeing. It's just that he's not resisting; he manages a few indistinct noises of complaint (after all, he is fine, and could probably have made it to his own room, eventually) as his feet move, his shoes mysteriously disappear, and a blanket appears and is tucked in around him.

How did all of that happen?

Is he supposed to keep Gojyo from being stupid, he wonders, at that complaint, and murmurs:]


Sorry....
erogappa: (deadpan -- what)

[personal profile] erogappa 2018-05-15 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)

I don't wanna hear it.

[ This is Hakkai's temple, so all the rooms are Hakkai's rooms. He can sleep in this one tonight. There's plenty of space, it's a comfy bed, and there's even a chair by the desk that Gojyo can sleep in, just in case Hakkai wakes up in the middle of the night and decides to do something else stupid, like climb out the window or retile the roof. ]

All I want to hear from you is snorin'.

[ He settles himself into the desk chair, arms folded, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. It's not a comfortable as a bed, but it's a lot nicer than some of the places he's spent the night recently. ]

When you said you'd do somethin' else stupid I didn't think you meant right then.

reformedsinner: (interior redecorating)

[personal profile] reformedsinner 2018-05-15 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Laughter is like snoring, isn't it? Because, as Hakkai settles further into the nest of sheets, laughter is what he's getting. It's thready and drifting, because Hakkai's already starting to sink back down from half-consciousness into no consciousness at all, but it seems, to him, to fit. It had been ridiculous. He had thought he could make it, though....

The pillow smells like Gojyo, without the cigarette smoke, mingled with the fake herbal odor of Hakkai's discount shampoo. His laughter trails off into a sigh, and he turns his head to the side, cheek pressed to the cotton.

He's not sure when his eyes closed, either.]
erogappa: (booze -- boozed out)

[personal profile] erogappa 2018-05-15 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)

[ And when he wakes up, whenever that is, Gojyo will be there, lying across the desk with his head pillowed on his arms, breathing slow and deep. As promised. ]