01-25 Sasori and Gin [closed log]

[crooked_tongue]

What: Gin answers Sasori's "summons" of sorts after he throws his back a second timd.
Who: Sasori and Gin
When: Last night (01-25-09)
Where: Sasori's downtown warehouse
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed To: Sasori, Gin

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[crooked_tongue]

Even inside the warehouse, with it's thick concrete walls and brick, Sasori could hear the dogs barking, signaling the arrival of his "paramedic." He tried to raised an arm, but found that to be a little too difficult, and simply said, "It's not pathetic, but yes

[crooked_tongue]

Muttering less-than-choice Japanese phrases concerning Gin and his ancestors, Sasori didn't reply just yet, tried to roll over on to his side once again, only to emit a small sound of pain, and roll back over, greasy arms clamped to his sides like chicken wings. He was wearing a janitor's jumpsuit, with the sleeves rolled up, to protect his clothing while he worked.

"If you want to save a bucket of cash on repairing the exterior of your car, I call it a win-win situation," he said, somehow managing a level of snarkiness, while speaking in a pain-ridden voice. Whenever he wasn't speaking, however, his mouth was pressed thin, to cover up any more "pathetic" noises.

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But then I wouldn't be able to see what you drove, Sasori thought, but said, "I wasn't sleeping, I was rolling a tire." He gestured weakly toward the tire lying beside him.

"If you would take hold of my ankles and push my knees toward my head and then jerk them back without killing me, I would appreciate it," Sasori supplied, still talking through his teeth.

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"OWWWW!" Sasori yelped, trying to curl into a ball and finding it possible, even though he was a little stiff. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he twisted this way and that. "...Nice," he said finally, sitting up. Still hurt a bit, but nothing he couldn't deal with. The worst was over.

"Where's the car?" he asked, looking over his shoulder and hearing his neck crack from stiffness.