Day 49 - Wait he says! Do I look like a waiter?
Who: Santa and Seven. (And other people? I'm okay with other people, dunno about Seven, but I see this as a 'knock before entering' post.)
When: Day 49
Where: The hospital!
What: Seven's around. Huzzah! Santa and Seven have a lot to bond and talk about, ideally without overly excitable blind older brother figures around.
Rating: ...at least PG13 for Santa's filthy mouth, which is kind of the status quo, really.
He was happy that Seven was around, and that pissed him off more than anything else. It was nothing against the older man, just...just the feeling that now Seven was around everything would be fine. Santa thought he'd have outgrown that by now. Apparently not.
He didn't feel like seeing anyone (well, besides Seven) but after considering everything ended up waiting by the entrance anyway. He did so nonchalantly, in a feigned sort of way, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and grimly eyeing his once-new shoes which were thoroughly ruined by now. Go fucking figure.
What was taking Seven so long? Sure, it took him forever to get from one end of town to the other, but that was when the streets were flooded.. (Santa wondered for one brief moment where in town Seven was, but disregarded that thought: the older man's housing didn't really matter, did it? They had enough to worry about anyway.) But whatever, he could wait. He just hoped Snake or the old lady wouldn't show up and ask questions, or anybody else for that matter.
When: Day 49
Where: The hospital!
What: Seven's around. Huzzah! Santa and Seven have a lot to bond and talk about, ideally without overly excitable blind older brother figures around.
Rating: ...at least PG13 for Santa's filthy mouth, which is kind of the status quo, really.
He was happy that Seven was around, and that pissed him off more than anything else. It was nothing against the older man, just...just the feeling that now Seven was around everything would be fine. Santa thought he'd have outgrown that by now. Apparently not.
He didn't feel like seeing anyone (well, besides Seven) but after considering everything ended up waiting by the entrance anyway. He did so nonchalantly, in a feigned sort of way, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and grimly eyeing his once-new shoes which were thoroughly ruined by now. Go fucking figure.
What was taking Seven so long? Sure, it took him forever to get from one end of town to the other, but that was when the streets were flooded.. (Santa wondered for one brief moment where in town Seven was, but disregarded that thought: the older man's housing didn't really matter, did it? They had enough to worry about anyway.) But whatever, he could wait. He just hoped Snake or the old lady wouldn't show up and ask questions, or anybody else for that matter.