Characters: AU! Chiaki & OU! Sho Minamimoto Where: The Park. When: After this. Summary: Sho's heap collapsed on top of Chiaki so he's going to lend her a hand. Warnings: None?
The Reaper's attention was caught by the sound of her voice. With a step in it's direction, his head turned to the side, and his eyes glanced about in search for the source of the call. When he located it, his smirk grew wider as he turned back to the fallen heap and began looking for something else. Minamimoto dug through one pile, and then another, bringing out nothing with him from both. Finally he shuffled in a third pile, and pulled out what appeared to be a rope; one that might be found in an old western movie. He tied the end into a lasso shape and walked back over to Chiaki's area, tossing it out at her.
He whipped out his ol' handy dandy megaphone and brought it up to his mouth. "Attention, helpless sir or madam! Please grab hold of the rope and you will be pulled to safety!" Obviously, by the immaturely giddy tone of his voice, he was making a joke out of all of this.
She drummed the fingers of her free hand against the ground idly as he dug through what remained of the heap. Only Sho would be able to find anything around there. It was his 'art,' after all.
Chiaki resented being called helpless, but she did need his help, and she could always punch him when she was free if he kept being a prat. Grabbing the rope as instructed, the demon gave him a dark look. "You better know what you're doing." She's totally grateful, really. Don't let her words fool you. She just doesn't want to die for the second time this week. Understandable, right?
Did Sho know what he was doing? Well of course he di--no... not really. However, he did see this done on TV plenty of times, so that had to count for something... in his mind, anyway. "Who do you think I am, Chiaki?!" he yelled obnoxiously over the megaphone, "They call me the Monarch of Measurement for a reason!" And by 'they', he most definitely meant 'he', though he was in no way willing to admit that. "Just hang tight." He began pulling at his end of the rope, slowly, and with some method of technique, as if he did know what he was doing. Hey, calculation of measurements does help in these situations.
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He whipped out his ol' handy dandy megaphone and brought it up to his mouth. "Attention, helpless sir or madam! Please grab hold of the rope and you will be pulled to safety!" Obviously, by the immaturely giddy tone of his voice, he was making a joke out of all of this.
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Chiaki resented being called helpless, but she did need his help, and she could always punch him when she was free if he kept being a prat. Grabbing the rope as instructed, the demon gave him a dark look. "You better know what you're doing." She's totally grateful, really. Don't let her words fool you. She just doesn't want to die for the second time this week. Understandable, right?
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