003 - first week without cigarettes

[mercurial314]

The hell with this stupid place!

Anyone here know where to get some cigarettes?

[He's been awol the last few days, hiking to different directions from the village to bash his head into the barrier. He's cranky, ruffled up and hungry - beware.]

Comments

[unownedboy]

Enjoy your stroll?

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

[If Itachi's in the house, he'll hear a loud groan from the kitchen as well as through the journal.] Up until to the point where I ran my head into that fucking invisible barrier. It's been pretty, y'know, sunshine, blue skies, bird shit and fucking butterflies.

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

[Oh, he's there all right, he just can't be bothered to get up at the moment. He's not feeling so hot, either. D:] I told you it was pointless.

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

[The next one is a proper growl, punctuated with some angry noises of banging doors, pots and kettles being tossed around.] I know! I know! The fuck with it all...

So, what's up with you?

Re: [voiced]

[unownedboy]

[Itachi gives an irritated growl of his own.] Will you shut up already.

[There's a choked sound like a wet, heavily muffled cough, followed by an almost-silent groan.] Surviving, as usual.

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

Well, fuck you too. [It comes almost in a conversational tone of voice, accompanied by a normal kitchen noises.]

[Which all pause for a moment when Itachi coughs.] Hey... you okay, man? That sounds pretty bad.

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

[The only answer is a shift of fabric and a quiet groan of discomfort.]

I'll make it.

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

[It takes him a moment to answer.]

Mmn... so y'got hit by it. [He finally mutters.] I guess this's one those crazyass experiments, huh?

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

Unless you brought something from your world, I would assume so. [He coughs raggedly.] I haven't ... haven't left the house.

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

A lot of people have been hit by it. [There's some background noises as he goes about in his way in the kitchen, whistling.] Are you dressed, Ita-chin~? I'mma bring you some tea. [His statement is accompanied by a throaty laughter.]

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

I ... see. [Another soft noise and shift of fabric, followed by a wet cough.]

You ... stop that. I can still kill you with my bare hands.

[voiced]

[mercurial314]

Aw, ya can take a number, babe. 'm wanted by a fuckton of powerful assholes who'd like to rip me a new one. [He's walking to Itachi's door now, and even stops to knock briefly before stepping in, finding the room empty of Itachi.]

Hey! 's not nice to hide from the guy who's bringin' you tea. [He kicks the door closed behind him and moves along to take a peek into another room.] Ita-chin~?

[voiced]

[unownedboy]

Unlike them, I am here. [There's a slight tone of menace in his voice.]

Other side of the house, you fool. [Itachi's draped across a low couch that faces away from the door in one of the empty bedrooms he's turned into a sort of meditation area. He looks like death warmed over, and, as Katou's noticed, being sick apparently makes Itachi grumpy.]

[Action]

[mercurial314]

[Katou marches in unceremoniously. He's wearing pale blue, tattered jeans and a long sleeved black t-shirt, carrying a mug of tea in his healthy hand.]

Y'know... callin' a food the guy who's ready to-- whoa! Dude, you look like death. [He saunters over to place the tea mug on the nearby table and slowly reaches for Itachi's forehead.] I bet there's no meds here.

[Action]

[unownedboy]

What an astute observation.

[Feverish red eyes glare at Katou, but he makes no move as Katou comes closer, hissing when a comparatively cool hand presses against his skin.] I suppose you'll tell me I have a fever now.

[Action]

[mercurial314]

Y'got a fever, now. [Katou returns quietly with a hint of a smirk. He doesn't pull his hand away right away, but slides it down against the side of Itachi's face.] A lot of it. Y'gotta get to bed. [He frowns a little, reaching with his metal fingers for the teacup and offers it to Itachi.]