02-11 [LOG] Suzaku, Sasori
Characters: Sasori, Suzaku
Status: Closed
Location: Suzaku's apartment
Date: Feb 11 (directly after Sasori and Suzuki's fight)
Summary: Sasori bitches and shows battle scars and the two... are... themselves.
Warnings: Them, implications to Feb 8
Sasori didn't stop running until he was on the landing of the fire escape to Suzaku's apartment. Then he stopped, hands on knees, still clutching his briefcase in one, to catch his breath. Then he knocked on the window-pane in case it was locked. He was quite a sight to be seen; blood streaming from his nose, bruises on his forehead and a black eye forming. He glanced down the fire escape to check if his attacker--not really but he liked to think so--was still following him. Oh and he had no coat and was freezing.
Suzaku luckily had just dressed from a long shower and heard the knocking, pulling open the window. Those eyes flew open as he stepped back, allowing Sasori inside.
"What...the fuck...happened to you?"
"A nightmare. Do you have any tissues?" Sasori climbed in and went past Suzaku into the bathroom, dropping his briefcase as he did.
"Obviously in the bathroom." he snorted, closing the window with a shiver before dropping onto the couch to wait for the other. "You look like you got mugged!"
"Close enough. Some stupid flipping blond faggot--no offense--was outside the building and I was talking to him but no one can take gentle critique these days." Sasori carefully wiped the blood from his nose with tissues and started feeling along it for a break.
"I am not a faggot you little bitch!" he snarled, pushing himself up and flying towards the bathroom to stand in the doorway, glaring at the other.
"Shit...you've got a shiner growing..."
"Don't yell, I have a headache. I got hit against a wall at least twice." Sasori was leaning close to the mirror so drops of blood fell into the sink below. "Good, no break." He seemed to relax quite a bit.
"So some blonde just randomly started attacking you? Somehow...with you I doubt that is precisely how it happened..." he murmured.
"It wasn't. I was offering some constructed critique on his attire and his lifestyle and he blew up. Almost literally." Sasori tilted his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding.
"Sounds to be like you asked for it form the wrong person." he snickered, peering at his reflection in the mirror, studying the eye, the nose, wincing a little.
"Perhaps. I'll get him later. Get my briefcase for me, it has some arnica."
"Say pretty please." he replie,d leanign back outta the doorway.
"Nevermind, I'll get it myself and drip blood all over your floor." Sasori moved to the doorway.
He shoved him back inside and jerked the door closed, moving to grab the briefcase, handing it in with a mutter of disgust.
Despite the slight pain he was in, Sasori grinned at the perfect reaction as he struggled to right himself from being shoved. The briefcase was accepted and rummaged through for the pills of arnica. He also took out a palm pilot and handed it to Suzaku. "Check it that works. He threw it."
He accepted the palm pilot, frowning as when it came on teh screen wavered a bit. Adjusting the settings... "Give it a minute..." he murmured.
"I can get another one but I want to send those files to myself first on my lap top." Sasori stuck two pills under his tongue and held them there to dissolve. The faucet was turned on and Sasori used the cool water to wash blood off his face to look at the black eye.
"You look like hell." he murmured , crossing his arms over his chest. He certainly didn't plan on offering too much aid to the other.
"You're so kind. Speaking of, do you have a coat I can borrow tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I've probably got an old one around here somewhere that you can borrow." he murmured, moving away, already losing interest.
"And concealor. I'm out, I've been using it on my neck too much." Sasori tugged the loose collar of his button-down shirt away to show the marks, still apparent. The ones on his neck were covered with concealor almost expertly, but the ones on his chest he hadn't bothered with and unfortunately forgotten about.
"Sorry, I don't have any makeup." he replied, turning to gaze at Sasori for a moment, eyes widening at the sight of those bites.
"None at all?" Sasori looked mildly distraught, washing the blood off his hands and taking his tie off. The shirt followed, since there was blood on it, as well. He could feel it, even though the shirt was black.
Eyes were locked in those marks for the moment, merely shaking his head. "No...no makeup."
"Dammit. I'll have to get some later tonight. I can't go to work like this." Sasori, ever so vain, leaned close to the mirror, unaware of the blond's eyes locked on his marked skin. Usually, he was very careful to have the marks covered, especially at work. Almost always at work.
"Where the hell...." he choked, staring at those bites, frowning a little, touching his healing shoulder in some surprise as he stared hard at the other's torso.
"The pharmacy." Sasori glanced at him, then did a double take. "...What?" He looked where Suzaku was starring, then rolled his eyes. "Try to be adult, please."
"Try not to be an ass to your host. Were those bites form....that day?" his voice dropped a little, rather surprised by the multitude of them.
"Yes. that's not counting the ones on my legs." The redhead appeared indifferent as he used a fresh tissue to wipe blood from his nose.
"Bites...on your legs...?" he frowned at that, shaking his head. No...no...he didn't want to hear any more.
"No, scratches," was the simple reply. "Get me a shirt, you're making me feel exposed."
"Quit demanding and get it yourself." he rpelied, stretching and moving towards his living room.
"Fine." Sasori left the bathroom, fresh blood stopped by the tissue, and went to the bag he'd left there with fresh clothes, picking out a fresh set. He sniffed back blood a few times on his way back to the bathroom, closing the door.
Suzaku curled up on the couch, watching the other with a rather amused smirk as he tread back to the bathroom. "And don't bleed over anything!" he called before stretching out.
"Not my fault if I do!" was the return as Sasori pulled off his black slacks and pulled on comfortable, loose black leggings that were, as with most of his casual clothes, a little too big and fell over his feet. Over this he pulled on a light purple tunic that fell to his mid-thigh and had five-inch slits on either side, as well as on the long sleeves. The neck was low, but he didn't let himself mind it. Through the cloth there were crimson threads woven to give the purple a new affect, and in the center of the neckline was a scoprion, sewn in the same color thread as the cloth so it could only be seen at close range or in certain light.
"Do you have any tea?" Sasori asked as he cane out of the bathroom again, head tilted back to prevent blood from dripping.
"Tea? Yeah mostly chamomile and lemon...ther emay be some apple cinnamon or green tea as well though..." he stood, moving towards the kitchen to check.
"Nn..." Sasori pressed the tissue to his nose as he followed the taller into the kitchen, padding along in bare feet. "I'm freezing."
"I'll make tea, and then I'm curling up under a blanket. you can do whatever."
"Oh you're so kind." Sasori stood on one foot to rub the bottom of the other against his leg to warm them up.
Tea bags pulled out, Suzaku set a kettle of fresh water on the stove before turning, making his way towards the couch, pulling a thick red comforter over himself.
Sasori briefly stuffed the tissues in his nostrils before locating two mugs, after opening and closing alot of cabinets on tip-toe, then went back into the living room, glaring at Suzaku. "Move over," he ordered, sitting on the far edge of the couch.
He scooted to his end, keeping his end of the blanket wrapped about himself as he nestled against the thick pillows.
Sasori climbed under the blanket and pulled it up to his chin, curled into a ball with his knees up on his chin, glaring at Suzaku as if daring him to, in light of recent discovery of marks, come any closer.
Suzaku had no intention of getting closer, glaring at the other warily as he curled onto his side of the couch, keeping the blanket firmly in place about himself.
"You've got more than me."
"I'm taller than you."
"That's not what I meant." Innocently enough, Sasori turned his attention elsewhere.
"I've..got more what?" he wanted to know, demanded to know, scowling as he glared at the other hugging his blanket about himself.
"Next chance you get, look at your back with a mirror against a mirror," was the kind enough reply. Sasori gripped the blanket tighter in case Suzaku pulled it away.
"......They will heal." was all he replied, not sure he really wanted to look at them, admit they were there.
"Of course." Sasori nodded lightly, carelessly. "That's not including your neck."
"Which is healing finally." he snapped lightly, rubbing VERY gingerly at his collarbone.
"What?! No fair!" Sasori leaned forward to look at the marks closer.
"Get off me!" he pushed at the other with his foot, curling the blanket closer to his neck.
"That's not fair," Sasori grumbled, sitting back on his side of the coffe and crossing his arms, almost pouting.
"Not my fault I heal fast." he replied in a rather smug tone, curling under the blanket with a soft sigh.
"I've never had to worry about looking like a masochist before," Sasori snapped. Meaning he didn't know if he healed fast or not. He just didn't get in fights. Period.
"Oh quit snapping. It's annoying." the kettle whistled and he stood with a wary glare to the other not to steal his place as he went to procure two mugs for them both.
"I'll snap if I like to." Sasori muttered, curling up on his side with the blanket over him, cheek rested on his hand. "I don't like sugar."
"And I'll ignore you." was the calm response, examining the two mugs intensely, rinsing them out before pouring the lemon tea into both, bringign them back out,s etting them on the coffeetable.
Sasori took his own, holding it in both hands as a heat source, sticking his feet out at the last minute under the blanket before Suzaku sat down. Just because of that look.
And he promptly sat on those feet after lifting up the blanket, tucking it about himself once more. Were it not his couch...he would have spilled hot tea on him.
And now Sasori had warm feet. Thus he did not move them, and just sipped his tea calmly and quietly.
Suzaku kept his own mug pressed to his cheek for the time being, thoughtful, silent for the time being, shifitng only in discomfort from those feet.
Those delicate eyebrows rose in question to the silence. He'd expected to be glared at, at least.
He was rather pointedly ignoring the other at the moment in lieu of his tea. He didn't bother to turn the tv on, rather enjoying the quiet.
Well, being ignored was both pleasent and annoying. Sasori quietly sipped his tea, watching the window aimlessly. He tried to sit up a bit more against the arm but was held down by Suzaku on his feet.
No...Suzaku kept him quite pinned with his posterior and legs and only moved to stretch out more, casting a single glance at the other with narrowed lilac eyes
The smaller redhead muttered something about Suzaku being heavy as he tried to move into a position more comfortable on the sofa for his neck.
Deliberately he turned, using his legs to stretch out, uncaring if the other were in the way or not.
"Your foot is touching my chin," he said in one breath, leaning his head away.
The foot slid down, wedged into the creese of the couch, teh warmest spot given the thick upholstery.
The redhead didn't seem bothered by the relocation; as a child, he'd sat on his parent's couch with his father, like this, many times. The memory allowed a nostalgic smile to spread over his face, eyes still watching the window.
Suzaku leaned back for a time, closing his eyes, just resting there. The tea was set aside on the end table as he turned, closing his eyes
"Don't fall asleep on me," Sasori muttered, using the words 'on me' in a literal sense.
"Move your feet then." he murmured nastily.
"I can't with you sitting on them."
He shifted his position just enough for the other to pull his feet away, glaring.
Sasori did so, sitting up and pulling them up to himself. "Don't glare," he muttered, turning his head away and resting a hand over his discolored eye, almost... almost self-conscious of it.
"It's pretty damn bad." he murmured with a grin as he pulled his legs back against himself.
"What is?" Sasori looked back, one hand still resting over it.
"Your black eye."
"Shut up!" Sasori's head darted away, lower lip sticking out just barely.
"Dont have to. It's my house." he reminded him cruelly, leaning close long enough to pat his cheek condescendingly before darting back.
Sasori snapped his jaws at that hand like a shark before looking away. "I'll be out of here soon enough." As soon as Chiyo left or died.
"Poor baby with nowhere to go." he sneered, tkaing a sip of that tea, closing his eyes.
"I could stay at a hotel if you're so bothered."
"It really doesn't affect me either way. I have a feeling I'd be seeing just as much of you with or without you staying the nights."
"Would you." Sasori didn't really want to stay at a hotel; he could be tracked by Chiyo that way, and he liked conversation, at least, as opposed to sitting by himself in his own apartment. Well, not entirely by himself; he had his dolls, but to a certain point, a cold graveyard lost it's charm.
"Probably. Monsters tend to draw together now and then, if only because otherwise they have no one to laugh at others with." he murmured offhandedly.
"You wouldn't see as much of me if I wasn't staying nights," Sasori pointed out.
"We run into each other either way." he shrugged, taking another sip of that tea, sighing softly. It was nice to simply...unwind, and he rose, once more going in search of food.
Sasori spread out over the sofa when Suzaku got up, setting his tea on the coffee table. "True enough."
An apple procured, knife added as he moved back into teh living room, giving the other that annoyed glare. "Move."
Sasori moved his feet back, taking most of the blanket with him.
He ripped the blanket closer to himself, before once more turning his attention from Sasori, cutting off parts of the apple to eat.
In the silence, except for Suzuaku cutting the apple and eating it, Sasori picked up his phone from the briefcase and flicked it open, clicked around for a minute, before holding to his ear. The volume was down so the voices over it, recorded, were only faint.
Suzaku watched Sasori from the corner of his eye before diverting his attention, flipping the tv on
Those large eyes were rolled and Sasori stuck his other finger in his free ear so as better to hear the recording. After a minute or so he held the phone out to Suzaku.
The tv was muted, apple set down as he accepted the phone, gingerly pressing it to his ear...rathe rafraid it would screech and deafen him.
Quite the opposite; the phone was tuned into in mid-sentence of a recording, as a sweet little voice sang in a cheerful little voice, rather jumpy as if dancing, "You're my baby cake, widdle puff, snack of wubs, wemon cakes, you're my angel staw! An' I wuv you yef I doos, you deh apple of my eye!"
"Ugh...one of your admirer's?" he snorted, handing the phone back with a look of disdain.
"No." Sasori tapped the screen to show the title of the recording:
Mama's birthday party, 1993.
He peered at the screen, arching a brow at the words imprinted on the screen.
"Mom's birthday party?" he asked, glancing up, lifting a brow.
"Yes. My mother's birthday party. Try again to guess who's singing." Sasori took the phone back and clicked away again. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd shown that to Suzaku... maybe for a reaction of nothing else. Or because Sasori was attached to clips of happier times as much as he was attached to dolls made from happier times.
"That your mom?" he asked, not sure why he allowed himself to remain subdued. Perhaps it was a faint sign of respect. Not much, certainly, and it didn't change things.
"Oh yes. My mother sounded like a six-year-old fourteen years ago."
"Not what I meant but whatever" he waved his hand
"What did you mean?" Sasori asked, eyes on the phone screen.
"I meant, it said 'Mama's Birthday Party...' Che...just drop it." he said suddenly, returning to carving into the apple.
The redhead did so, rolling over with his phone back to his ear and his finger in his ear again. He didn't like being dismissed so suddenly, but didn't feel like arguing a point.
Suzaku didn't like talking about things like that. They rather infuriated him. Better he didn't speak of it for the moment
"...Does it really look that bad?" Sasori glanced at him over the phone with a slightly worrisom expression.
"It'd not pretty." he replied, feeling no need to sugar coat it. Friend or not he took pleasure in seeing that worried expression.
Sasori sighed. He didn't have to go to work until about four in the afternoon tomorrow, plenty of time to play with the concealor. "I'm going to be home more of the time tomorrow, do you need anything done?"
"You wanna cook lunch when I come home on my lunch hour that'd be great. The palce is clean enough, you don't make a mess and I don't make a mess." he shrugged, tossing the apple core into a wastebasket.
"You go home on your lunch break?" The eyebrows went up, but there was an underlying question of You get a lunch hour?! Not so with the busy doctor. Not unless he shoved more work on his quickly dwindling nurse population.
"At times. I take long lunches now and then. More than just an hour. And yes, working over hours gets you that. Or at least it gets -me- that."
"Mm. I only take a lunch if I want to punish my nurses beyond firing them." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I need to talk to those who send them to me and have some men or at least those who are more than boobs and legs." And no brains, in his opinion.
"We only have a few women in the Corporation I deal with. One is my father's secretary. She's a regular little mouse." he loved her, she was so easy to scare.
"That's fun. My secretary is a girl fresh out of med school who can't say two words without giggling."
"My father's secretary is frightened of me. But she's sleeping with my father so she thinks that gives her leeway."
"Thanks, I so wanted to hear about your father's private life."
"Didn't you? IT's no secret...everyone at the office about knows." he snorted.
"I'm not in your office, am I? Thank god..."
"You'd likely give a few of the elders a heart attack. They don't like me as it is being so high up at my age." he smirked. A few of them would lose their jobs soon if he had his way. "Perhaps they're even your patients..."
"Do you have any names?" Sasori knew all of his patients' last names by heart at this point.
"Sakuhachi....Sakamoto....Kanagawa...."
"Yes... yes... Unfortunately, yes."
Delight crossed his face, eyes lighting. "AH! You know them! Good....perhaps something could happen to them." he murmured coyly.
"It already has," Sasori said with absolutely innocence, closing his phone and setting it on the coffee table.
"Brilliant...." he said with a wistful smile.
"I hope they're not... valuable assets..."
"Mmm...no. I was hoping you'd be able to take care of them." he murmured, grin spreading over his lips. "Then I could see about moving other's up in their place."
"Oh good. Because they'll probably start having heart attacks in about two weeks."
"Hopefully at work. At least one. I want to watch that. Right in a board meeting. They fake it often enough as it is."
"When is the next one? Kanagawa has a check-up on Monday to renew his prescription."
"Thursday Afternoon - for me." he murmured, mentally marking the date in his mind.
"I can manage that." Already Sasori was calculating doses.
"Fantastic." he purred, settling back against the couch, stretching before curling back under the blanket fully. "Will he really start foaming at the mouth and convulsing?"
"If you want."
"YES"
"Alright then." Sasori pulled on his tunic a bit; it was too light for winter, being from Africa, but he liked it all the same.
"Sounds fascinating. I honestly can't wait to see the results of this little labor of love." he murmured, a sly smile touching his lips.
"I don't associate myself or my work with that word." The corners of Sasori's lips turned up. "Speaking of, let me see your neck bandages."
He stiffened a little, a trace wary but sat up a little straighter, allowing the other to see to his throat.
One of the bandages was peeled back and Sasori gave a little grimace, as if disgusted by the results.
"...Well?" he demanded, a touch firmer than normal...waiting for the results. He didn't want bruises and welt all over his throat!
"Go look in the mirror." The wince persisted, almost worried as if the taller man's reaction would be scary.
Even though there wasn't a trace of bruise of welt left.
Fingers gently slid over his throat, examining the flesh curiously. "It's healed..." he murmured softly.
"Had you going, though."
"Doesn't matter...it's healed." he murmured warmly, rubbing at his throat. It was healed! Perfectly healed!
"I'll add it to your bill. My hand-made remedies don't come cheap." Sasori picked up his palm pilot and tried working it.
"You'll get your payment." he replied in that nonchalant manner, turning himself abuot, gaze swinging over Sasori as he tried to use the palm pilot.
"I should hope so. Ah!" The palm pilot turned on properly... then shut down again. "...Oh..."
"I'll send my father's secretary around with the check."
"The one who's also sleeping with him? Ick..."
"She'll do it." he replied with a shrug. "I'm not pulling out my personal checkbook to deal with it."
"Oh no?" Sasori couldn't decide whether to be insulted or not.
A glance over his shoulder. "My checkbook is for pleasure, not business."
"...Wow." Sasori rested his palm against his forehead.
A roll of those eyes as he slid back onto the couch. "Think what you want....you will anyway." he murmured, waving his hand.
"Hang on, I'm regathering braincells after they exploded."
"Ugh...does your mind constantly settle in the gutter...?" he sneered, rubbing his forehead lightly.
"If you could have stated that another way..." Sasori curled up under the blanket again.
"No...I think your mind just constantly settles on the overtly sexual undertones. It wasn't sexual...but what else can I expect form someone who treats with the medicine you use?"
"The medicine I used helped to jumpstart the healing of that bruise. You should thank me."
The blonde snorted, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Jumpstart or not...."
"Oh you meant that medicine!" Those eyebrows went up.
"No SHIT sherlock!" was the snapped response, wrpaping his arms about his legs.
"I gave you so much medication that day I forgot..." Butt-faced lie.
"Bullshit." he replied, eyes narrowing for a moment as he curled up, yawning. "Doesn't matter now though..."
"Mm." Sasori pulled one of his pillows up on the arm of the chair and cuddled--yes, cuddled--into it.
"Don't do that. I feel like I'm babysitting all over."
"You didn't babysit."
"I fed the brat. I changed it's diaper. It counts."
"But I kept it during the nights. And you didn't feed it but once."
A shrug of his shoulders as he draped himself over his own arm of the couch, stretching.
"You're not sleeping here... are you?" Here as in on the couch.
"Ugh...no. I have a nice bed to crawl into." he replied, stretching once more before forcing himself to rise.
"I tried your bed, the sofa bed is more comfortable."
"...." Those eyes narrowed dangerously as he rose slowly. "You...what?"
"I sat on it." Sasori shrugged. "I had to come back during work and change my shoes."
"In my bedroom.....?"
"Well that is where your bed is, isn't it? Thus the title, bedroom?"
"Why were you sitting on...my bed....in my bedroom to change your shoes?" he asked with a rather pleasent-sounding voice, covering up the icy hiss.
"I wasn't sitting on your bed to put on my shoes, the shoes were taken off and--for god's sake why is this a big deal?"
"It's my BED! I gave you my living room not my bedroom!"
"It's not like I slept in it." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I just sat on it. Calm down."
"Nnnn...." he rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on. Short of temper from a long day, seeing his...for all practical purposes best friend come in with his face bloodied up, finding out someone invaded his personal area...
"You should do yoga, it's calming." Sasori nodded knowingly.
"Tai chi is fine with me" he murmured pleasently.
"Pfft." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it is."
"Yes. Be that as it may I'm not yet tired...how about you?"
"Almost... why? More movies?" Sasori had seen more movies and television in the past few days than in all his life put together.
"No...I'm not in a movie watching mood really..." he said with a shrug, moving towards the window, temper seemingly gone once more.
"Then what? Clubs?" Sasori actually seemed to warm to the idea... until he remembered his black eye. Well shit I guess I'll just get into my pajamas, do my paperwork and go right to bed then...
"Club sounds fun...." he murmured before swinging back to gaze at the other for a moment, frownign as he took in that eye.
"I'm sure they would be," Sasori grumbled like a child being denied playing with the other kids because of a headcold.
A sigh...followed closely by a more...cruel curve to his lips. "Well...we could stop and pick you up some makeup."
"I'm not going outside like this, are you nuts?" Vain, vain... anything to change his face against that of his dolls.
"Ugh, fine. You're gonna be like that for awhile...can't wait to see you get ready for work tomorrow. That will be fun, won't it?" he murmured, eyelashes tugging his lids down, giving Sasori a half-sleeping look.
"I can wear sunglasses until I get to the store on my way there."
"How amusing..."
"What?" he asked coolly, brushing his fingers against the black eye.
"You...that's what I find amusing."
"Oh I'm so flattered." Those hazel eyes rolled gave another message.
"I don't take interest in that many people...sorry." he smiled that innocent little smile that scent countless hearts rushing, leaning against the window.
Except that one before him. It just made Sasori sneer. "I still haven't decided if I should take that as a curse or not on my part."
Well, if Sasori could be taken in by a single smile than he certainly wasn't worth any of Suzaku's time. He turned, smiling so softly at Sasori.
"Surely it's both!"
"Could be." Sasori shrugged. He paused to think, tapping his fingers against his cheek. "..I have more concealor at my apartment."
"Well...you're welcome to go get it..." he murmured, peering out the window and down the fire escape thoughtfully.
"And something platable for a club?"
"Precisely."
"Fine. Fifteen minutes." Sasori got up and headed for the fire escape... then stopped. "Coat."
Suzaku rolled his eyes before turning, disappearing into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with a plain navy blue coat. Richly made of dyed wool...practical.
"Here."
Sasori pulled it on without any fuss... until he discovered the sleeves went to his fingertips. "..."
"It's the best I have now get your ass in gear." he huffed.
"Mm right." Sasori stepped out of the window and scurried down the escape, trying to be as quick as he could in his socked feet.
Suzaku turned, leaving the window open for the moment as he tread back into his bedroom to change into something more befitting clubbing.
The concealor was found and put to expert work, so that, in club lights it couldn't be seen. He chose to keep his lavender tunic on, but pulled a strapless corset on overtop and zipped it up, followed by black canvass pants to replace the comfortable sweats he'd been wearing. A bag of make-up was procured before he hurried back upstairs.
Tight black pants replaced tailored trousers, and after discarding that crisp white shirt and navy tie he found a form-fitting black shirt, grey dancing along the sides. Hair was combed out, and a thin belt studded here and there with metal studs added. Tasteful, without being anything Suzaku would consider gothic. Gothic...was somethign Suzaku simply...wasn't.
"...Wow. Just don't stand too close to me," Sasori ordered as he glanced in the bedroom upon passing.
A glance back at the other, eyes lighting with amusement. "Try...not to stand too close to me."
"Don't throw my insults back at me, it's lame."
"Don't use tired insults. Go put your makeup on and doll yourself up."
"Har har..." Sasori went into the bathroom and closed the door. He refused to let anyone see his regime.
Makeup was something Suaku simply didn't understand men wearing. It didn't disturb him like some...he just saw no point in it. Still, he waited, getting a coat for himself and his keys, cell phone.
When Sasori emerged, he looked... well, like a transvestite. To put it plainly. His eyes were enhanced, making the color seem lighter and to distract from the black eye. "Before you say anything snarky, I'm investigating the psychi of the male homo. The meathead kind."
"Oh...?" he arched a brow, using a cough into his fist to hide the rather...aptly spoken "snark" laugh.
Status: Closed
Location: Suzaku's apartment
Date: Feb 11 (directly after Sasori and Suzuki's fight)
Summary: Sasori bitches and shows battle scars and the two... are... themselves.
Warnings: Them, implications to Feb 8
Sasori didn't stop running until he was on the landing of the fire escape to Suzaku's apartment. Then he stopped, hands on knees, still clutching his briefcase in one, to catch his breath. Then he knocked on the window-pane in case it was locked. He was quite a sight to be seen; blood streaming from his nose, bruises on his forehead and a black eye forming. He glanced down the fire escape to check if his attacker--not really but he liked to think so--was still following him. Oh and he had no coat and was freezing.
Suzaku luckily had just dressed from a long shower and heard the knocking, pulling open the window. Those eyes flew open as he stepped back, allowing Sasori inside.
"What...the fuck...happened to you?"
"A nightmare. Do you have any tissues?" Sasori climbed in and went past Suzaku into the bathroom, dropping his briefcase as he did.
"Obviously in the bathroom." he snorted, closing the window with a shiver before dropping onto the couch to wait for the other. "You look like you got mugged!"
"Close enough. Some stupid flipping blond faggot--no offense--was outside the building and I was talking to him but no one can take gentle critique these days." Sasori carefully wiped the blood from his nose with tissues and started feeling along it for a break.
"I am not a faggot you little bitch!" he snarled, pushing himself up and flying towards the bathroom to stand in the doorway, glaring at the other.
"Shit...you've got a shiner growing..."
"Don't yell, I have a headache. I got hit against a wall at least twice." Sasori was leaning close to the mirror so drops of blood fell into the sink below. "Good, no break." He seemed to relax quite a bit.
"So some blonde just randomly started attacking you? Somehow...with you I doubt that is precisely how it happened..." he murmured.
"It wasn't. I was offering some constructed critique on his attire and his lifestyle and he blew up. Almost literally." Sasori tilted his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding.
"Sounds to be like you asked for it form the wrong person." he snickered, peering at his reflection in the mirror, studying the eye, the nose, wincing a little.
"Perhaps. I'll get him later. Get my briefcase for me, it has some arnica."
"Say pretty please." he replie,d leanign back outta the doorway.
"Nevermind, I'll get it myself and drip blood all over your floor." Sasori moved to the doorway.
He shoved him back inside and jerked the door closed, moving to grab the briefcase, handing it in with a mutter of disgust.
Despite the slight pain he was in, Sasori grinned at the perfect reaction as he struggled to right himself from being shoved. The briefcase was accepted and rummaged through for the pills of arnica. He also took out a palm pilot and handed it to Suzaku. "Check it that works. He threw it."
He accepted the palm pilot, frowning as when it came on teh screen wavered a bit. Adjusting the settings... "Give it a minute..." he murmured.
"I can get another one but I want to send those files to myself first on my lap top." Sasori stuck two pills under his tongue and held them there to dissolve. The faucet was turned on and Sasori used the cool water to wash blood off his face to look at the black eye.
"You look like hell." he murmured , crossing his arms over his chest. He certainly didn't plan on offering too much aid to the other.
"You're so kind. Speaking of, do you have a coat I can borrow tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I've probably got an old one around here somewhere that you can borrow." he murmured, moving away, already losing interest.
"And concealor. I'm out, I've been using it on my neck too much." Sasori tugged the loose collar of his button-down shirt away to show the marks, still apparent. The ones on his neck were covered with concealor almost expertly, but the ones on his chest he hadn't bothered with and unfortunately forgotten about.
"Sorry, I don't have any makeup." he replied, turning to gaze at Sasori for a moment, eyes widening at the sight of those bites.
"None at all?" Sasori looked mildly distraught, washing the blood off his hands and taking his tie off. The shirt followed, since there was blood on it, as well. He could feel it, even though the shirt was black.
Eyes were locked in those marks for the moment, merely shaking his head. "No...no makeup."
"Dammit. I'll have to get some later tonight. I can't go to work like this." Sasori, ever so vain, leaned close to the mirror, unaware of the blond's eyes locked on his marked skin. Usually, he was very careful to have the marks covered, especially at work. Almost always at work.
"Where the hell...." he choked, staring at those bites, frowning a little, touching his healing shoulder in some surprise as he stared hard at the other's torso.
"The pharmacy." Sasori glanced at him, then did a double take. "...What?" He looked where Suzaku was starring, then rolled his eyes. "Try to be adult, please."
"Try not to be an ass to your host. Were those bites form....that day?" his voice dropped a little, rather surprised by the multitude of them.
"Yes. that's not counting the ones on my legs." The redhead appeared indifferent as he used a fresh tissue to wipe blood from his nose.
"Bites...on your legs...?" he frowned at that, shaking his head. No...no...he didn't want to hear any more.
"No, scratches," was the simple reply. "Get me a shirt, you're making me feel exposed."
"Quit demanding and get it yourself." he rpelied, stretching and moving towards his living room.
"Fine." Sasori left the bathroom, fresh blood stopped by the tissue, and went to the bag he'd left there with fresh clothes, picking out a fresh set. He sniffed back blood a few times on his way back to the bathroom, closing the door.
Suzaku curled up on the couch, watching the other with a rather amused smirk as he tread back to the bathroom. "And don't bleed over anything!" he called before stretching out.
"Not my fault if I do!" was the return as Sasori pulled off his black slacks and pulled on comfortable, loose black leggings that were, as with most of his casual clothes, a little too big and fell over his feet. Over this he pulled on a light purple tunic that fell to his mid-thigh and had five-inch slits on either side, as well as on the long sleeves. The neck was low, but he didn't let himself mind it. Through the cloth there were crimson threads woven to give the purple a new affect, and in the center of the neckline was a scoprion, sewn in the same color thread as the cloth so it could only be seen at close range or in certain light.
"Do you have any tea?" Sasori asked as he cane out of the bathroom again, head tilted back to prevent blood from dripping.
"Tea? Yeah mostly chamomile and lemon...ther emay be some apple cinnamon or green tea as well though..." he stood, moving towards the kitchen to check.
"Nn..." Sasori pressed the tissue to his nose as he followed the taller into the kitchen, padding along in bare feet. "I'm freezing."
"I'll make tea, and then I'm curling up under a blanket. you can do whatever."
"Oh you're so kind." Sasori stood on one foot to rub the bottom of the other against his leg to warm them up.
Tea bags pulled out, Suzaku set a kettle of fresh water on the stove before turning, making his way towards the couch, pulling a thick red comforter over himself.
Sasori briefly stuffed the tissues in his nostrils before locating two mugs, after opening and closing alot of cabinets on tip-toe, then went back into the living room, glaring at Suzaku. "Move over," he ordered, sitting on the far edge of the couch.
He scooted to his end, keeping his end of the blanket wrapped about himself as he nestled against the thick pillows.
Sasori climbed under the blanket and pulled it up to his chin, curled into a ball with his knees up on his chin, glaring at Suzaku as if daring him to, in light of recent discovery of marks, come any closer.
Suzaku had no intention of getting closer, glaring at the other warily as he curled onto his side of the couch, keeping the blanket firmly in place about himself.
"You've got more than me."
"I'm taller than you."
"That's not what I meant." Innocently enough, Sasori turned his attention elsewhere.
"I've..got more what?" he wanted to know, demanded to know, scowling as he glared at the other hugging his blanket about himself.
"Next chance you get, look at your back with a mirror against a mirror," was the kind enough reply. Sasori gripped the blanket tighter in case Suzaku pulled it away.
"......They will heal." was all he replied, not sure he really wanted to look at them, admit they were there.
"Of course." Sasori nodded lightly, carelessly. "That's not including your neck."
"Which is healing finally." he snapped lightly, rubbing VERY gingerly at his collarbone.
"What?! No fair!" Sasori leaned forward to look at the marks closer.
"Get off me!" he pushed at the other with his foot, curling the blanket closer to his neck.
"That's not fair," Sasori grumbled, sitting back on his side of the coffe and crossing his arms, almost pouting.
"Not my fault I heal fast." he replied in a rather smug tone, curling under the blanket with a soft sigh.
"I've never had to worry about looking like a masochist before," Sasori snapped. Meaning he didn't know if he healed fast or not. He just didn't get in fights. Period.
"Oh quit snapping. It's annoying." the kettle whistled and he stood with a wary glare to the other not to steal his place as he went to procure two mugs for them both.
"I'll snap if I like to." Sasori muttered, curling up on his side with the blanket over him, cheek rested on his hand. "I don't like sugar."
"And I'll ignore you." was the calm response, examining the two mugs intensely, rinsing them out before pouring the lemon tea into both, bringign them back out,s etting them on the coffeetable.
Sasori took his own, holding it in both hands as a heat source, sticking his feet out at the last minute under the blanket before Suzaku sat down. Just because of that look.
And he promptly sat on those feet after lifting up the blanket, tucking it about himself once more. Were it not his couch...he would have spilled hot tea on him.
And now Sasori had warm feet. Thus he did not move them, and just sipped his tea calmly and quietly.
Suzaku kept his own mug pressed to his cheek for the time being, thoughtful, silent for the time being, shifitng only in discomfort from those feet.
Those delicate eyebrows rose in question to the silence. He'd expected to be glared at, at least.
He was rather pointedly ignoring the other at the moment in lieu of his tea. He didn't bother to turn the tv on, rather enjoying the quiet.
Well, being ignored was both pleasent and annoying. Sasori quietly sipped his tea, watching the window aimlessly. He tried to sit up a bit more against the arm but was held down by Suzaku on his feet.
No...Suzaku kept him quite pinned with his posterior and legs and only moved to stretch out more, casting a single glance at the other with narrowed lilac eyes
The smaller redhead muttered something about Suzaku being heavy as he tried to move into a position more comfortable on the sofa for his neck.
Deliberately he turned, using his legs to stretch out, uncaring if the other were in the way or not.
"Your foot is touching my chin," he said in one breath, leaning his head away.
The foot slid down, wedged into the creese of the couch, teh warmest spot given the thick upholstery.
The redhead didn't seem bothered by the relocation; as a child, he'd sat on his parent's couch with his father, like this, many times. The memory allowed a nostalgic smile to spread over his face, eyes still watching the window.
Suzaku leaned back for a time, closing his eyes, just resting there. The tea was set aside on the end table as he turned, closing his eyes
"Don't fall asleep on me," Sasori muttered, using the words 'on me' in a literal sense.
"Move your feet then." he murmured nastily.
"I can't with you sitting on them."
He shifted his position just enough for the other to pull his feet away, glaring.
Sasori did so, sitting up and pulling them up to himself. "Don't glare," he muttered, turning his head away and resting a hand over his discolored eye, almost... almost self-conscious of it.
"It's pretty damn bad." he murmured with a grin as he pulled his legs back against himself.
"What is?" Sasori looked back, one hand still resting over it.
"Your black eye."
"Shut up!" Sasori's head darted away, lower lip sticking out just barely.
"Dont have to. It's my house." he reminded him cruelly, leaning close long enough to pat his cheek condescendingly before darting back.
Sasori snapped his jaws at that hand like a shark before looking away. "I'll be out of here soon enough." As soon as Chiyo left or died.
"Poor baby with nowhere to go." he sneered, tkaing a sip of that tea, closing his eyes.
"I could stay at a hotel if you're so bothered."
"It really doesn't affect me either way. I have a feeling I'd be seeing just as much of you with or without you staying the nights."
"Would you." Sasori didn't really want to stay at a hotel; he could be tracked by Chiyo that way, and he liked conversation, at least, as opposed to sitting by himself in his own apartment. Well, not entirely by himself; he had his dolls, but to a certain point, a cold graveyard lost it's charm.
"Probably. Monsters tend to draw together now and then, if only because otherwise they have no one to laugh at others with." he murmured offhandedly.
"You wouldn't see as much of me if I wasn't staying nights," Sasori pointed out.
"We run into each other either way." he shrugged, taking another sip of that tea, sighing softly. It was nice to simply...unwind, and he rose, once more going in search of food.
Sasori spread out over the sofa when Suzaku got up, setting his tea on the coffee table. "True enough."
An apple procured, knife added as he moved back into teh living room, giving the other that annoyed glare. "Move."
Sasori moved his feet back, taking most of the blanket with him.
He ripped the blanket closer to himself, before once more turning his attention from Sasori, cutting off parts of the apple to eat.
In the silence, except for Suzuaku cutting the apple and eating it, Sasori picked up his phone from the briefcase and flicked it open, clicked around for a minute, before holding to his ear. The volume was down so the voices over it, recorded, were only faint.
Suzaku watched Sasori from the corner of his eye before diverting his attention, flipping the tv on
Those large eyes were rolled and Sasori stuck his other finger in his free ear so as better to hear the recording. After a minute or so he held the phone out to Suzaku.
The tv was muted, apple set down as he accepted the phone, gingerly pressing it to his ear...rathe rafraid it would screech and deafen him.
Quite the opposite; the phone was tuned into in mid-sentence of a recording, as a sweet little voice sang in a cheerful little voice, rather jumpy as if dancing, "You're my baby cake, widdle puff, snack of wubs, wemon cakes, you're my angel staw! An' I wuv you yef I doos, you deh apple of my eye!"
"Ugh...one of your admirer's?" he snorted, handing the phone back with a look of disdain.
"No." Sasori tapped the screen to show the title of the recording:
Mama's birthday party, 1993.
He peered at the screen, arching a brow at the words imprinted on the screen.
"Mom's birthday party?" he asked, glancing up, lifting a brow.
"Yes. My mother's birthday party. Try again to guess who's singing." Sasori took the phone back and clicked away again. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd shown that to Suzaku... maybe for a reaction of nothing else. Or because Sasori was attached to clips of happier times as much as he was attached to dolls made from happier times.
"That your mom?" he asked, not sure why he allowed himself to remain subdued. Perhaps it was a faint sign of respect. Not much, certainly, and it didn't change things.
"Oh yes. My mother sounded like a six-year-old fourteen years ago."
"Not what I meant but whatever" he waved his hand
"What did you mean?" Sasori asked, eyes on the phone screen.
"I meant, it said 'Mama's Birthday Party...' Che...just drop it." he said suddenly, returning to carving into the apple.
The redhead did so, rolling over with his phone back to his ear and his finger in his ear again. He didn't like being dismissed so suddenly, but didn't feel like arguing a point.
Suzaku didn't like talking about things like that. They rather infuriated him. Better he didn't speak of it for the moment
"...Does it really look that bad?" Sasori glanced at him over the phone with a slightly worrisom expression.
"It'd not pretty." he replied, feeling no need to sugar coat it. Friend or not he took pleasure in seeing that worried expression.
Sasori sighed. He didn't have to go to work until about four in the afternoon tomorrow, plenty of time to play with the concealor. "I'm going to be home more of the time tomorrow, do you need anything done?"
"You wanna cook lunch when I come home on my lunch hour that'd be great. The palce is clean enough, you don't make a mess and I don't make a mess." he shrugged, tossing the apple core into a wastebasket.
"You go home on your lunch break?" The eyebrows went up, but there was an underlying question of You get a lunch hour?! Not so with the busy doctor. Not unless he shoved more work on his quickly dwindling nurse population.
"At times. I take long lunches now and then. More than just an hour. And yes, working over hours gets you that. Or at least it gets -me- that."
"Mm. I only take a lunch if I want to punish my nurses beyond firing them." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I need to talk to those who send them to me and have some men or at least those who are more than boobs and legs." And no brains, in his opinion.
"We only have a few women in the Corporation I deal with. One is my father's secretary. She's a regular little mouse." he loved her, she was so easy to scare.
"That's fun. My secretary is a girl fresh out of med school who can't say two words without giggling."
"My father's secretary is frightened of me. But she's sleeping with my father so she thinks that gives her leeway."
"Thanks, I so wanted to hear about your father's private life."
"Didn't you? IT's no secret...everyone at the office about knows." he snorted.
"I'm not in your office, am I? Thank god..."
"You'd likely give a few of the elders a heart attack. They don't like me as it is being so high up at my age." he smirked. A few of them would lose their jobs soon if he had his way. "Perhaps they're even your patients..."
"Do you have any names?" Sasori knew all of his patients' last names by heart at this point.
"Sakuhachi....Sakamoto....Kanagawa...."
"Yes... yes... Unfortunately, yes."
Delight crossed his face, eyes lighting. "AH! You know them! Good....perhaps something could happen to them." he murmured coyly.
"It already has," Sasori said with absolutely innocence, closing his phone and setting it on the coffee table.
"Brilliant...." he said with a wistful smile.
"I hope they're not... valuable assets..."
"Mmm...no. I was hoping you'd be able to take care of them." he murmured, grin spreading over his lips. "Then I could see about moving other's up in their place."
"Oh good. Because they'll probably start having heart attacks in about two weeks."
"Hopefully at work. At least one. I want to watch that. Right in a board meeting. They fake it often enough as it is."
"When is the next one? Kanagawa has a check-up on Monday to renew his prescription."
"Thursday Afternoon - for me." he murmured, mentally marking the date in his mind.
"I can manage that." Already Sasori was calculating doses.
"Fantastic." he purred, settling back against the couch, stretching before curling back under the blanket fully. "Will he really start foaming at the mouth and convulsing?"
"If you want."
"YES"
"Alright then." Sasori pulled on his tunic a bit; it was too light for winter, being from Africa, but he liked it all the same.
"Sounds fascinating. I honestly can't wait to see the results of this little labor of love." he murmured, a sly smile touching his lips.
"I don't associate myself or my work with that word." The corners of Sasori's lips turned up. "Speaking of, let me see your neck bandages."
He stiffened a little, a trace wary but sat up a little straighter, allowing the other to see to his throat.
One of the bandages was peeled back and Sasori gave a little grimace, as if disgusted by the results.
"...Well?" he demanded, a touch firmer than normal...waiting for the results. He didn't want bruises and welt all over his throat!
"Go look in the mirror." The wince persisted, almost worried as if the taller man's reaction would be scary.
Even though there wasn't a trace of bruise of welt left.
Fingers gently slid over his throat, examining the flesh curiously. "It's healed..." he murmured softly.
"Had you going, though."
"Doesn't matter...it's healed." he murmured warmly, rubbing at his throat. It was healed! Perfectly healed!
"I'll add it to your bill. My hand-made remedies don't come cheap." Sasori picked up his palm pilot and tried working it.
"You'll get your payment." he replied in that nonchalant manner, turning himself abuot, gaze swinging over Sasori as he tried to use the palm pilot.
"I should hope so. Ah!" The palm pilot turned on properly... then shut down again. "...Oh..."
"I'll send my father's secretary around with the check."
"The one who's also sleeping with him? Ick..."
"She'll do it." he replied with a shrug. "I'm not pulling out my personal checkbook to deal with it."
"Oh no?" Sasori couldn't decide whether to be insulted or not.
A glance over his shoulder. "My checkbook is for pleasure, not business."
"...Wow." Sasori rested his palm against his forehead.
A roll of those eyes as he slid back onto the couch. "Think what you want....you will anyway." he murmured, waving his hand.
"Hang on, I'm regathering braincells after they exploded."
"Ugh...does your mind constantly settle in the gutter...?" he sneered, rubbing his forehead lightly.
"If you could have stated that another way..." Sasori curled up under the blanket again.
"No...I think your mind just constantly settles on the overtly sexual undertones. It wasn't sexual...but what else can I expect form someone who treats with the medicine you use?"
"The medicine I used helped to jumpstart the healing of that bruise. You should thank me."
The blonde snorted, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Jumpstart or not...."
"Oh you meant that medicine!" Those eyebrows went up.
"No SHIT sherlock!" was the snapped response, wrpaping his arms about his legs.
"I gave you so much medication that day I forgot..." Butt-faced lie.
"Bullshit." he replied, eyes narrowing for a moment as he curled up, yawning. "Doesn't matter now though..."
"Mm." Sasori pulled one of his pillows up on the arm of the chair and cuddled--yes, cuddled--into it.
"Don't do that. I feel like I'm babysitting all over."
"You didn't babysit."
"I fed the brat. I changed it's diaper. It counts."
"But I kept it during the nights. And you didn't feed it but once."
A shrug of his shoulders as he draped himself over his own arm of the couch, stretching.
"You're not sleeping here... are you?" Here as in on the couch.
"Ugh...no. I have a nice bed to crawl into." he replied, stretching once more before forcing himself to rise.
"I tried your bed, the sofa bed is more comfortable."
"...." Those eyes narrowed dangerously as he rose slowly. "You...what?"
"I sat on it." Sasori shrugged. "I had to come back during work and change my shoes."
"In my bedroom.....?"
"Well that is where your bed is, isn't it? Thus the title, bedroom?"
"Why were you sitting on...my bed....in my bedroom to change your shoes?" he asked with a rather pleasent-sounding voice, covering up the icy hiss.
"I wasn't sitting on your bed to put on my shoes, the shoes were taken off and--for god's sake why is this a big deal?"
"It's my BED! I gave you my living room not my bedroom!"
"It's not like I slept in it." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I just sat on it. Calm down."
"Nnnn...." he rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on. Short of temper from a long day, seeing his...for all practical purposes best friend come in with his face bloodied up, finding out someone invaded his personal area...
"You should do yoga, it's calming." Sasori nodded knowingly.
"Tai chi is fine with me" he murmured pleasently.
"Pfft." Sasori rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it is."
"Yes. Be that as it may I'm not yet tired...how about you?"
"Almost... why? More movies?" Sasori had seen more movies and television in the past few days than in all his life put together.
"No...I'm not in a movie watching mood really..." he said with a shrug, moving towards the window, temper seemingly gone once more.
"Then what? Clubs?" Sasori actually seemed to warm to the idea... until he remembered his black eye. Well shit I guess I'll just get into my pajamas, do my paperwork and go right to bed then...
"Club sounds fun...." he murmured before swinging back to gaze at the other for a moment, frownign as he took in that eye.
"I'm sure they would be," Sasori grumbled like a child being denied playing with the other kids because of a headcold.
A sigh...followed closely by a more...cruel curve to his lips. "Well...we could stop and pick you up some makeup."
"I'm not going outside like this, are you nuts?" Vain, vain... anything to change his face against that of his dolls.
"Ugh, fine. You're gonna be like that for awhile...can't wait to see you get ready for work tomorrow. That will be fun, won't it?" he murmured, eyelashes tugging his lids down, giving Sasori a half-sleeping look.
"I can wear sunglasses until I get to the store on my way there."
"How amusing..."
"What?" he asked coolly, brushing his fingers against the black eye.
"You...that's what I find amusing."
"Oh I'm so flattered." Those hazel eyes rolled gave another message.
"I don't take interest in that many people...sorry." he smiled that innocent little smile that scent countless hearts rushing, leaning against the window.
Except that one before him. It just made Sasori sneer. "I still haven't decided if I should take that as a curse or not on my part."
Well, if Sasori could be taken in by a single smile than he certainly wasn't worth any of Suzaku's time. He turned, smiling so softly at Sasori.
"Surely it's both!"
"Could be." Sasori shrugged. He paused to think, tapping his fingers against his cheek. "..I have more concealor at my apartment."
"Well...you're welcome to go get it..." he murmured, peering out the window and down the fire escape thoughtfully.
"And something platable for a club?"
"Precisely."
"Fine. Fifteen minutes." Sasori got up and headed for the fire escape... then stopped. "Coat."
Suzaku rolled his eyes before turning, disappearing into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with a plain navy blue coat. Richly made of dyed wool...practical.
"Here."
Sasori pulled it on without any fuss... until he discovered the sleeves went to his fingertips. "..."
"It's the best I have now get your ass in gear." he huffed.
"Mm right." Sasori stepped out of the window and scurried down the escape, trying to be as quick as he could in his socked feet.
Suzaku turned, leaving the window open for the moment as he tread back into his bedroom to change into something more befitting clubbing.
The concealor was found and put to expert work, so that, in club lights it couldn't be seen. He chose to keep his lavender tunic on, but pulled a strapless corset on overtop and zipped it up, followed by black canvass pants to replace the comfortable sweats he'd been wearing. A bag of make-up was procured before he hurried back upstairs.
Tight black pants replaced tailored trousers, and after discarding that crisp white shirt and navy tie he found a form-fitting black shirt, grey dancing along the sides. Hair was combed out, and a thin belt studded here and there with metal studs added. Tasteful, without being anything Suzaku would consider gothic. Gothic...was somethign Suzaku simply...wasn't.
"...Wow. Just don't stand too close to me," Sasori ordered as he glanced in the bedroom upon passing.
A glance back at the other, eyes lighting with amusement. "Try...not to stand too close to me."
"Don't throw my insults back at me, it's lame."
"Don't use tired insults. Go put your makeup on and doll yourself up."
"Har har..." Sasori went into the bathroom and closed the door. He refused to let anyone see his regime.
Makeup was something Suaku simply didn't understand men wearing. It didn't disturb him like some...he just saw no point in it. Still, he waited, getting a coat for himself and his keys, cell phone.
When Sasori emerged, he looked... well, like a transvestite. To put it plainly. His eyes were enhanced, making the color seem lighter and to distract from the black eye. "Before you say anything snarky, I'm investigating the psychi of the male homo. The meathead kind."
"Oh...?" he arched a brow, using a cough into his fist to hide the rather...aptly spoken "snark" laugh.