[compile | Shigure's house] Ayame, Hatori, Shigure, Akito
Hatori, while writing out a prescription for one of his oldest patients (Kawamura-san), heard his phone ring from under a huge pile of unorganized papers. Non-Sohma patient files, Sohma patient files, notes about random illnesses which he had not yet seen, but was curious about, all lay ontop of the noisy device.
After rummaging through the papers and stacking them neatly in a pile next to his memo pad, the doctor picked up the phone and eased it in between the crook of his shoulder and neck.
"Sohma residence," Hatori answered in a dry tone, a tad bit annoyed by having been interrupted from his work.
Ayame was glad that Hatori responded, and he happily said. "Ah, 'Tori-san! I'm glad you replied, really! I was just about to paint my toenails a luscious pink rose! And then my nails a dark red!" Ayame laughed into the phone and smiled. "How just have you been considering how busy you are?" Ayame smiled again and awaited for Hatori's reply to his comments and his question.
Sometimes, he just liked to pester the dragon, other times, he knew how to act serious around him, so that his sanity remained.
Hearing Ayame's all too chipper voice, Hatori nearly hung up the phone, but for some reason didn't. He sighed and wondered to himself why he had cousins like Ayame and Shigure. The doctor listened to his silver haired cousin rattle off hyperly for a few seconds, all the while writing down a list of medical supplies he would need in the near future. Setting down his blue inked fountain pen, the dragon almost sighed and responded to Ayame:
"....I've definitely been better, Ayame," he said in a sarcastic tone, a mental image of Ayame painting his toenails and trying to paint his toenails popping up. Ooh no.. we aren't going to have that happen again...
Hatori tapped his fingers down hard onto his table, hoping the other didn't decide to pop up at his house right now. He had loads and loads of work that needed to be finished and besides, he wanted at least one day of piece and quiet before they all set off to God knows where with Akito.
"And, I was wondering, oh dear 'Tori-san, would you mind having a toenail painting party? I could paint your toenails a ravishingly good blue! How about it?" Ayame's hyper voice chimed into the phone.
"And, you've been feeling better? That's simply wonderful, 'Tori-san! When you feel good, I want to just hug you and smile at you!" Ayame said, with a bright smile into the phone.
"And, I might take a visit to your house! How does that sound, 'Tori-san?" Ayame swayed, while still having a hand on the phone.
A toenail painting party? Ooh no, no no no.
Being at the receiving end of all this nonsense, Hatori finally did sigh, breathing heavily in through his nose and out through his mouth. Not only did Ayame want to paint his toes, but he wanted to come over there, just what the doctor did not need at the moment. Especially with this workload.
Standing up to walk half way across the room, he towed the phone along with him and opened the blinds. Sunlight poured in through the windows, warming Hatori and causing him to squint from the shock of it. In contrast to the dimly lit study, the outside's happy, cheery lighting was a definite difference. Eyeing a small bird, the doctor rolled his eyes, reminded of Kureno and Akito. He stared at the bird for a bit longer before responding to his cousin's ridiculous proposal, finally turning back to face the opposite direction.
"A toenail painting party? Wouldn't Shigure be more fitting to this idea?," the doctor retorted back, smirking as he placed Shigure in the toenail painting party picture instead of himself.
That mongrel would deserve it -_-...
"'Gure-san? Hm, well..." Ayame tapped his feet together, and he toppled over onto the floor, still having the phone in his hand. "I happen to have no such answer to your question, 'Tori-san! There are a million answers I could give, but I, unfortunately, cannot give an answer to you, 'Tori-san. Terribly sorry!" Ayame said into the phone.
"But, you also seem terribly stressed with the workload! Come on, dearest 'Tori-san! Don't you want to spend quality time with your loving cousins and not have to deal with meanie old Akito?" Ayame said, in his best convincing voice.
"I could paint your toenails a midnight blue and your nails a periwinkle!" Ayame said, with a little laugh.
Shigure walked up the path to his house humming his "High school girls~!" song under his breath, a cheery bounce in his step. He couldn't wait to get home and tell Tohru, Kyou and Yuki that he volunteered to chaperone their school trip! So of course, Shigure had to go to town to buy supplies; snacks, magazines, drinks, and so on. No high school trip was nothing without a rousing game of strip poker with sake!
Of course, they were high school students, so Shigure knew he would have to go easy on them.
He opened the door to the house to hear an enthusiastic voice using his phone. Setting his bags down on the ground, Shigure flitted into the room. "Aya! You grace me with your presence!" Putting his ear up to Aya's, Shigure could hear Hatori on the other line, disagreeing to whatever idea Ayame had, as usual.
"TORI-SAN!" Shigure called out, "COME OVER! TOHRU-KUN IS MAKING A SPECIAL DINNER FOR US BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR THE TRIP!" Shigure knew Hatori was a sucker for Tohru's home cooked meals, and used that to his every advantage. "PLUS YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO THE PRINCESS BEFORE SHE LEAVES!"
It was shining again, couldn't the servants do anything right? Was purchasing more damn blinds more difficult than going about their miserable lives? Akito hissed, frustrated as a ray of sunlight fell upon his upturned palm. It was warm and bright, a direct contrast to the cool almost dark surrounding he was in. The futon had been spread out for his convenience and a pot of tea stood near him, still piping hot, steam emerging from the sprout.
A squeal of laughter so soft that could only be heard if someone strained hard enough swept through his window. "Stupid children." Akito sneered, reminding himself to send Kureno on a errand of relocating the blasted playground. His living quarters should be clean, quiet and free from such 'burts of life'. After all, he hadn't been given the privilege, of such carefree fun and laughter at a young age, the more others shouldn't too!
He was bored and he was lonely. Where the was Hatori, but more importantly, where the hell was Kureno. Another ray fell upon the pale cheek of Akito, and with a loud growl, he shrank from the table and towards the more sheltered futon.
After rummaging through the papers and stacking them neatly in a pile next to his memo pad, the doctor picked up the phone and eased it in between the crook of his shoulder and neck.
"Sohma residence," Hatori answered in a dry tone, a tad bit annoyed by having been interrupted from his work.
Ayame was glad that Hatori responded, and he happily said. "Ah, 'Tori-san! I'm glad you replied, really! I was just about to paint my toenails a luscious pink rose! And then my nails a dark red!" Ayame laughed into the phone and smiled. "How just have you been considering how busy you are?" Ayame smiled again and awaited for Hatori's reply to his comments and his question.
Sometimes, he just liked to pester the dragon, other times, he knew how to act serious around him, so that his sanity remained.
Hearing Ayame's all too chipper voice, Hatori nearly hung up the phone, but for some reason didn't. He sighed and wondered to himself why he had cousins like Ayame and Shigure. The doctor listened to his silver haired cousin rattle off hyperly for a few seconds, all the while writing down a list of medical supplies he would need in the near future. Setting down his blue inked fountain pen, the dragon almost sighed and responded to Ayame:
"....I've definitely been better, Ayame," he said in a sarcastic tone, a mental image of Ayame painting his toenails and trying to paint his toenails popping up. Ooh no.. we aren't going to have that happen again...
Hatori tapped his fingers down hard onto his table, hoping the other didn't decide to pop up at his house right now. He had loads and loads of work that needed to be finished and besides, he wanted at least one day of piece and quiet before they all set off to God knows where with Akito.
"And, I was wondering, oh dear 'Tori-san, would you mind having a toenail painting party? I could paint your toenails a ravishingly good blue! How about it?" Ayame's hyper voice chimed into the phone.
"And, you've been feeling better? That's simply wonderful, 'Tori-san! When you feel good, I want to just hug you and smile at you!" Ayame said, with a bright smile into the phone.
"And, I might take a visit to your house! How does that sound, 'Tori-san?" Ayame swayed, while still having a hand on the phone.
A toenail painting party? Ooh no, no no no.
Being at the receiving end of all this nonsense, Hatori finally did sigh, breathing heavily in through his nose and out through his mouth. Not only did Ayame want to paint his toes, but he wanted to come over there, just what the doctor did not need at the moment. Especially with this workload.
Standing up to walk half way across the room, he towed the phone along with him and opened the blinds. Sunlight poured in through the windows, warming Hatori and causing him to squint from the shock of it. In contrast to the dimly lit study, the outside's happy, cheery lighting was a definite difference. Eyeing a small bird, the doctor rolled his eyes, reminded of Kureno and Akito. He stared at the bird for a bit longer before responding to his cousin's ridiculous proposal, finally turning back to face the opposite direction.
"A toenail painting party? Wouldn't Shigure be more fitting to this idea?," the doctor retorted back, smirking as he placed Shigure in the toenail painting party picture instead of himself.
That mongrel would deserve it -_-...
"'Gure-san? Hm, well..." Ayame tapped his feet together, and he toppled over onto the floor, still having the phone in his hand. "I happen to have no such answer to your question, 'Tori-san! There are a million answers I could give, but I, unfortunately, cannot give an answer to you, 'Tori-san. Terribly sorry!" Ayame said into the phone.
"But, you also seem terribly stressed with the workload! Come on, dearest 'Tori-san! Don't you want to spend quality time with your loving cousins and not have to deal with meanie old Akito?" Ayame said, in his best convincing voice.
"I could paint your toenails a midnight blue and your nails a periwinkle!" Ayame said, with a little laugh.
Shigure walked up the path to his house humming his "High school girls~!" song under his breath, a cheery bounce in his step. He couldn't wait to get home and tell Tohru, Kyou and Yuki that he volunteered to chaperone their school trip! So of course, Shigure had to go to town to buy supplies; snacks, magazines, drinks, and so on. No high school trip was nothing without a rousing game of strip poker with sake!
Of course, they were high school students, so Shigure knew he would have to go easy on them.
He opened the door to the house to hear an enthusiastic voice using his phone. Setting his bags down on the ground, Shigure flitted into the room. "Aya! You grace me with your presence!" Putting his ear up to Aya's, Shigure could hear Hatori on the other line, disagreeing to whatever idea Ayame had, as usual.
"TORI-SAN!" Shigure called out, "COME OVER! TOHRU-KUN IS MAKING A SPECIAL DINNER FOR US BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR THE TRIP!" Shigure knew Hatori was a sucker for Tohru's home cooked meals, and used that to his every advantage. "PLUS YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO THE PRINCESS BEFORE SHE LEAVES!"
It was shining again, couldn't the servants do anything right? Was purchasing more damn blinds more difficult than going about their miserable lives? Akito hissed, frustrated as a ray of sunlight fell upon his upturned palm. It was warm and bright, a direct contrast to the cool almost dark surrounding he was in. The futon had been spread out for his convenience and a pot of tea stood near him, still piping hot, steam emerging from the sprout.
A squeal of laughter so soft that could only be heard if someone strained hard enough swept through his window. "Stupid children." Akito sneered, reminding himself to send Kureno on a errand of relocating the blasted playground. His living quarters should be clean, quiet and free from such 'burts of life'. After all, he hadn't been given the privilege, of such carefree fun and laughter at a young age, the more others shouldn't too!
He was bored and he was lonely. Where the was Hatori, but more importantly, where the hell was Kureno. Another ray fell upon the pale cheek of Akito, and with a loud growl, he shrank from the table and towards the more sheltered futon.