RP Log
Who: Ootori, Shishido
What: Ootori helps Shishido home.
Where: Park and Shishido's house
When: Sometime in November
Shishido was sitting around in the park where he liked lazing around with Brandy, hoarding an entire bench to himself and writing in a notebook idly. He checked the time, wondering when morning had turned into noon. Stomach growling, he made an annoyed noise at his stomach and started packing his things. Perhaps they should go somewhere special for lunch, since it was rare that he had a full day without work. Then again, few places allowed Brandy in. Shifting, the singer stood and bent over to pick his dog up, not wanting to wake the sleeping Brandy. He underestimated how heavy the dog was. Losing his balance, he fell back on the ground where Brandy sat earlier, cursing as he heard a crick. "Fuck!" Hissing, he looked at his ankle where the pain was coming. "....You need to eat less, mutt."
It was becoming routine for Ootori, coming to the park every few days, staying home watching television on others, playing the piano in between. The only up side was that he got to spend time with Kuriimu much more often. Still, he was glad that he had Christmas photoshoots coming up soon. However, today would be one of the days he roamed the park with Kuriimu again, for lack of better things to do. He strolled along, having just visited the family of kittens yet again. Beside him, Kuriimu pliantly walked along, stopping occasionally to sniff at the flowers by the path. The peace was broken when the pair heard a loud thud coming from the bench on the far right. Carrying his cat in his arms, he hurried over upon recognising the figure sitting on the ground. "Shishido-san?"
Holding his ankle gingerly, the brunette looked up, recognizing whoever it was that had spoken his name. "Ah, the Brandy look-alike!" he said, not knowing the other's name. He curled up a little as he jarred his ankle slightly while sitting up, pushing Brandy away from him so that he could look at his ankle properly. Another hiss escaped him as he touched the sore spot, biting his lip. "Fucking hell," he murmured painfully, eyes squeezing shut as he pushed Brandy away when the dog tried to nudge him. "I'm fine, mutt. Go away!"
Ootori wanted very much to retort to being called a dog look-alike, but kept it to himself at the sight of the other being in pain. This was not the time. He may not know what had happened, but for certain he should give some help. Quickly placing Kuriimu down, he tugged on Brandy's leash to drag him away a little. Having done that, he glanced back at the man on the ground, walking towards him. “Do you need help getting up?” As he asked, his right hand was already outstretched.
Nodding in thanks, Shishido took the offered hand, attempting to pull himself up. When he put his injured leg down however, he crumpled back to the ground helplessly with a swear. Helplessness didn't make him very happy, and he glared at the ground. "I can't even fucking get up."
Heaving a sigh, Ootori said, "Here, I'll pull you up," He did so, pulling Shishido up with both hands, balancing him on his back momentarily before placing him down on the empty bench carefully. Seating himself beside him on the bench, he picked Kuriimu up again before finally asking, “What happened back then?”
"Mutt's too heavy and I was careless. This is fucking lame," Shishido muttered, blushing the barest bit at the proximity when the other had picked him up. He held his foot out and stared at his ankle. "My ankle's probably broken or something now."
"A-ah." It wasn't a very clear explanation, but Ootori figured that his ankle was injured because Brandy was heavy. Did he attempt to carry his dog or something? Shaking his head, he looked at the foot outstretched in front of him. He blinked. Ootori didn't think his ankle was broken. More likely than not, it was just sprained. He told the singer so.
"Even so that means I can't walk now because the damned thing hurts," the smaller male complained, rotating his ankle experimentally. He hissed loudly, clutching at the nearest thing he could find. It was just merely unfortunate that the nearest thing, in this case, happened to be the other man's arm.
About to offer to help Shishido out, Ootori instead tensed at being grabbed. This happened too, at their previous meeting, when they met for the first time. Trying to loosen the atmosphere, he coughed. “...It seems you do need help, don't you?” He studied the grass. “Shall I escort you home?” It would be better if he was not grabbed by someone else. Close contact with anyone excluding family always made Ootori feel uneasy. He shut his eyes for a moment.
Shishido nodded slowly, seeing no other choice. He was helpless if the other refused to help him. "...Yes, please," he muttered, because he too could be polite.
Not seeing the nod, Ootori opened his eyes again at the mutter of agreement, smiling at the use of the word 'please'. This felt closer to that man he has seen on television, and less of the roughness of the man he had come to meet. Trying to ignore the grip on his arm, he placed his cat aside, heaving the other man onto his back, piggy-back style. True, he did not enjoy the contact. It's uneasy to know that someone else can feel your every movement, or hear any small whisper you make. But he had offered to help, and the singer had given the green light. This is no time to be selfish.
Ootori picked up Brandy's leash and motioned for Kuriimu to follow them. "Where do you stay?"
Awkwardly, the smaller man wrapped his own arms round the other's neck so that he wouldn't fall off, shifting as much as he could and getting himself into a good position. He felt rather small in comparison to the other despite knowing that he was just a little slighter than the average male, and his height was rather average. "Thanks," he muttered against the back of his neck, knowing the other could have just left him if he wanted to. "That condominium near here. Just walk out of the park and then go right."
Ootori nodded. "Let's go then." Pushing thoughts of the weight on him at the back of his mind, he set off towards the park entrance, carrying him with ease. It was good that the singer was smaller, otherwise he may not even be able to help at all. Plus, he had a cat and a dog walking beside them. Ootori had to make sure they don't get lost too. Two men and their pets probably made for a strange sight to the pedestrians, he thought, walking along in the awkward silence.
Shishido resisted the urge to shift somemore, sensing that the other didn't really like the contact. "So what are you doing here today?" he asked suddenly, not realizing that when he spoke his breath blew against the other's ear. He just knew that the silence was awkward and he wanted it gone.
"Uh..." Ootori tilted his head away, unnerved at the sudden feeling of warm breath prickling his ear, intensified by the contrast of the warmth with the cold weather. "Nothing really, I come to the park a lot in my free time. There's a family of stray kittens living here." Speaking of his regular visits to the kittens, he was glad Kuriimu wasn't the jealous kind. She had gladly come with him, instead. Exiting the park, he turned right.
"There's my place," Shishido pointed out as he saw the condominium up ahead. He shivered slightly at the cold, huddling a little closer to the other with a muttered apology that was almost inaudible. The cold was lame, like almost everything else, and he didn't like it. Belatedly, he realized that he had never gotten the other's name. "...Hey, you never told me your name."
Ootori nodded at the indication of the condominium, but took in a deep breath when the singer huddled closer still to his back, feeling all the more uncomfortable. It felt like an invasion of private space. The capture of the soft mutter of apology that was nearly drowned by the wind. though, brought a small smile to his face. "Ah, I'm Ootori Choutarou."
"Choutarou, huh? It suits you somehow," Shishido murmured, getting a little drowsy from the warmth. He shifted and shook his head so that he wouldn't fall asleep and cause more trouble for someone who was almost a stranger. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and held on to it so that they could get into the condominium when they arrived.
He had used his first name. Ootori mentally started at that, feeling uncomfortable at the sudden feeling of closeness that came with the usage of it. Only his family and Yuushi-san ever addressed him as such, and it was because they were close to him. As for the singer, this was only their second meeting. They are acquaintances at most, not even friends yet, so it was strange. Ootori shifted Shishido a little to make sure his grip is steady as they stepped towards the condominium. He tried not to think of the proximity between them.
Shishido had already dozed off then, lured into slumber by the warm body against his own, awkward as it was. His wallet was held precariously in his slackened hand, threatening to drop any second. "Nn," he murmured inaudibly before he settled down, breathing evenly.
Ootori smiled as he himself noticed the other had fallen asleep. He however did not feel any more at ease than before, as he worried over waking the singer by accident. He slowed his footsteps, careful not to make any sudden actions or jerk, and was glad that the pets were not making much of a noise. The wallet in Shishido's hand went unnoticed throughout the journey as the model arrived at the condominium. 'Now what?' he thought.
It was then that the wallet slipped out of Shishido's hand and fell onto the floor, opening to reveal his resident pass, which doubled as the access pass and the key to his apartment. His apartment block and number was shown on the card, so he wouldn't have to be awakened to let the other in, even if he really ought to be. What if the other was some psycho serial killer and he was the next target? In sleep however, Shishido had no such worries.
Ootori looked down on the ground at the sudden sound, surprised to find Shishido's wallet on the ground. Had it slipped from his bag? With a soft groan, he supported the weight on his back with an arm, inching down slowly to pick the wallet up with the other. He did not want to startle the singer and arouse him from his sleep before he had to, although he probably had to in order to get in.
Or maybe not. Ootori spotted Shishido's resident pass in his wallet, noting the details to his apartment.
Shishido shuffled slightly at the sound of his wallet dropping, having heard it despite his slumber. He quietened down quickly, nuzzling whatever it was before him before settling down. Of course, it was just unfortunate that it was Ootori's neck before him.
Ootori freezed for a moment, before mentally berating himself for tensing up over a sleeping person. It was just his luck that Shishido had most likely taken him for a bolster, and it was silly to get awkward over this. Taking in a deep breath, he went into the condominium, searching for the block number as indicated on the resident pass. It wasn't long before he found it and arrived at the singer's apartment, said singer sound asleep on his back, with a cat and a dog walking alongside them. About to place Shishido down on the sofa after entering, Ootori decided against it and looked for the bedroom instead.
The smaller shuffled slightly, blinking away at the change in temperature. "What the fuck. I fell asleep," he muttered, wincing at the soreness in his ankle. "You can just put me on the couch," he said aloud, embarrassed at his actions. First, he inconveniences the other and then he falls asleep on him. Nice way to make a second impression, definitely.
"Sure," said Ootori, giving a nod at nothing in particular, carefully placing Shishido down. He then stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. He hadn't done anything with Brandy too; Was he supposed to remove the leash and bring him to some corner of the house? Flustered, he picked Kuriimu up, scratching behind her ears just to occupy his hands, before he remembered something. "Oh, here's your wallet, Shishido-san." He passed it over.
"Ah, thanks." Taking the wallet, Shishido tossed it on the coffee table before him. He removed Brandy's leash when the dog wandered over to him, and then tried to stand up before sitting back down immediately with a curse. Folding the leash up neatly, he tossed it on the coffee table as well, leaning down to rub at his ankle.
Ootori winced at hearing the curse, imagining the sprained ankle to hurt a lot. Feeling helpless, he asked, "Would you like some ice for your ankle?" He had seen the kitchen when he was wandering about the apartment earlier.
Shishido straightened up, having quite a hard time rubbing at his ankle since it was hard for him to bend over all the way. He nodded and pointed out the kitchen, watching as Brandy jumped up beside him. Petting the dog, he realized that his shoes were still on and removed it gingerly, hissing. "Oh, Choutarou, get yourself a drink while you're at it. Since I can't be a good host."
"Okay." Ootori nodded as he said so, moving quickly to the kitchen and leaving the Birman to observe her foreign surroundings. Taking a piece of cloth from a rack, he went to the refrigerator and began to load it with ice, before wrapping it up. He went straight back to the singer, holding the bundle of ice out to him. He didn't think it was nice to get himself a drink, not when the other is in pain and he was supposed to be helping. Even so, helping him to apply the ice on his ankle felt too intimate for comfort, thus Ootori did not make the offer.
Nodding in thanks at the ice, Shishido took it and shifted, trying to lift his leg enough to put the ice against his injured ankle. He cursed as lifting his foot proved to be a painful action. Sweeping his hair from his face, he leaned down and held the ice to his ankle, straightening up a few moments later. It was uncomfortable that way. He bent down again, leaving the ice on his foot before straightening up, though it probably wouldn't be helpful since it was his ankle that was injured and not his foot.
Although initially not wanting to, the model couldn't help it. Shishido really couldn't handle it on his own. "Shall I help you with that?"
Shishido stared at his foot, and then nodded slowly. He didn't like having to keep troubling the other like this. "...Thanks," he muttered, shifting so that the other could sit opposite him or beside him. He wasn't sure where the other was going to sit anyway.
Ootori took the seat opposite, picking up the ice from Shishido's feet. He did not like sitting next to people he did not know well if he could help it. He pressed the ice against the swollen ankle, keeping it firm yet gentle so as to gain maximum effect without hurting the other too much. "You should have been more careful."
"Not like I meant to fall," Shishido grumbled, wincing slightly and shifting his foot from the other's reach instinctively. "The damn mutt's been eating too much and he's heavy."
Ootori chuckled at that whilst steadying his hold on Shishido's ankle. "Well have you been feeding Brandy too much then, Ryou-san?" It's as though the singer carried his large Shetland Sheepdog around often, and that only today did he have difficulty in carrying it. It wasn't that Ootori was looking down on him, but rather he did not think that Shishido looked like the kind with the strength, with his smaller stature.
"I'm not sure... I just give him how much the bowl can hold," Shishido said, gesturing to Brandy's bowl at the corner of the room, still trying to shift his foot away from the other's grasp. "And I don't usually carry him anyway. Now I doubt I ever want to. Stupid mutt's so heavy. And that fucking hurts. Don't grab my ankle!"
"A-ah..." Ootori didn't know well enough about dogs to know whether that was too much food, but it probably wasn't accurate. There are bowls and dogs of different sizes, so surely it couldn't be that dogs of any size can eat the same amount from a bowl, let alone the various shapes of bowls for each size of dog...
He was sharply brought out of his thoughts when he got yelled at, immediately releasing his hold on the singer's ankle. "I'm sorry, Shishido-san!" Then he added, "But you got to keep still for the ice to be effective and reduce the swelling."
The singer frowned at the larger male, and then crossed his arms in annoyance. "Fine! I won't move," he huffed before turning away, biting at his lip. Even if Choutarou was trying to be gentle, it still hurt a lot.
Ootori looked away, feeling a pang of guilt at being the cause of pain to the other, but knowing that he really shouldn't be blaming himself. He had said so himself, that this has to be done to reduce the swelling. Otherwise it could cause even more pain if he left it be. He could only try his very best not to hurt Shishido, and was relieved after a while when he released his ankle, convinced it was fine.
Shishido watched, relaxing despite the pain in his ankle. Maybe it was just how gentle the other was being, but it made him want to curl up against the other and fall asleep like a cat. Catching that thought before it went anywhere else, the singer shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? And about a guy he's only met twice, even. Shifting, he moved his ankle away slowly. "Thanks for the help," he muttered, petting Brandy idly.
"No problem at all, just glad I could help," replied Ootori, smiling. He was worried that the other would become irritated at him, but judging from his tone of voice, it seems like his worries were in vain. He put the ice away, it having mostly become water absorbed into the cloth, just as Kuriimu returned, having drifted off previously to observe her new environment.
"Want to stay for dinner?" Shishido asked as he flicked Brandy's ear lightly, figuring he should at least show his thanks. While he knew he didn't have the best manners - no, that went to the lame Yagyuu model from Prince Media, he knew how to thank people. Though he couldn't exactly cook like this, not that he could otherwise. "...We could order in. My treat again."
"Well I wouldn't want to bother you..." He couldn't do this, not when the other is injured. How could he impose on someone who's hurt? About to reject the offer, it occurred to Ootori that the other was probably not the kind of person who would admit to weakness, judging from his observations thus far. He'd probably even feel offended if Ootori had rejected the offer because of his sprained ankle. "...but I'm fine with it."
"I'd be bothering you, more likely," the singer said, shifting and staring at his ankle. Treating the other to dinner was the least he could do if he was going to keep the other around to get help moving about. He moved to stand, arms flailing as he seemed unbalanced. Struggling to stand properly, he only felt himself falling back with an undignified yelp.
"No, not at all," It was not that Ootori could smile and nod and help out without feeling anything. He was an ordinary person after all. He would have much rather stayed at home. However, his conscience would not forgive him if he did so and left another in need. It wasn't like the other was being annoying, save for his crude language, and really, there was no harm in helping another out. He stood up as the other did, cautiously eying him as he tried to stand.
"Watch out!" he exclaimed from his position behind the singer, hands reaching out at the same time to catch him around the waist, stabling them both.
Shishido blinked at the lack of the impact he had expected, opening his eyes to find himself in the other's arms. He stared dumbly for a bit, still blinking and wondering what had happened. One moment he was trying to stand, and the next... Oh! He blushed. Hard. "You can let me go, you know," he muttered gruffly, squirming at being held like a girl. "I mean! Not here, but on the couch, thanks."
Not having noticed anything unusual apart from the blush on Shishido's cheeks, which Ootori quickly disregarded, Ootori nodded, about to release him on the spot before hearing his next statement. "Ah, of course. Sorry," Moving slowly to the couch, he gingerly placed him down, seating himself beside the singer this time. Kuriimu gave one of her rare, soft mew at the commotion.
"Eh? She mewed," Shishido said, and then scolded himself for being lame. But the cat never mewed before. Whatever, it wasn't his problem anyway. He looked around his house, wondering what to do. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, he turned the TV on and nearly screeched when he found it at the porn channel, fumbling to change it. Not that watching himself performing was much better, for that was the next thing that came on. "What the fuck is aniki watching?!"
"So she did," replied Ootori, chuckling at the sound of surprise in the other's voice. The Birman was simply soft spoken, usually only making sounds when hungry, content, or disturbed.
His eyes widened when the television was switched on. He had certainly not expected to be greeted by pornography on the television as a guest at someone's house. Not knowing what to say or how to react, he continued staring as the channel was switched. "Ah," was all he managed to say. Though by Shishido's yell that came next he figured it was probably not the singer who left the television on that channel, it did not make things any less embarrassing.
"I don't think you'd want to watch me on TV either," Shishido said, switching the channel again. He really wondered what the hell his brother was watching. And on his television too. Cartoons? Lame. He continued flipping the channels, stopping on some puppy show. That was safe, right? "Anything you want to watch? I have Star Wars. The entire series."
Ootori merely nodded in affirmation, it being weird after all to watch someone on television when said person is seated beside you. The puppy show they stopped at was much better. "Nothing in particular. Anything would be fine with me." Just something to take his mind off the earlier incident.
The other didn't seem to show much interest in Star Wars at all. Shishido frowned and turned his attention to the puppies. They looked like such lame creatures. Just like Brandy. Though.... He supposed the little mutts were kind of cute. Just a little. "So, I saw your pictures in some magazine the other day," he said because it was getting too quiet. Blushing hard, he remembered that he had stared too. Who knew that the Brandy-lookalike could be so...sexy? "You looked very good."
Although blinking when the singer did not play his collection of Star Wars, Ootori did not question any further, instead settling into the puppies on screen. They were adorable, he could not deny. Still, he looked up at the first hint of conversation with the other. "Hm? Oh. Ah...thanks," He nodded with a smile, a faint pink tint across his face. Despite being used to the comments from photographers and some co-workers, Ootori was however not used to it from anyone else. "Thank you."
Shishido merely nodded and said nothing else, feeling awkward. He shifted on the couch, jumping as his hand brushed the other's. Just great, now the other way going to think he was trying to hit on him or something. Which only made the awkwardness even worse. He turned away quickly, his hand still in between them and twitching slightly.
At the contact, Ootori tensed and took the chance when Shishido moved to discreetly shift his hand away. He really shouldn't be so uptight at this, being that it was an accident, but the model had really disliked close proximity with others. It made him feel uncomfortable that another person could feel his movements, even more so with the previous sense of awkwardness still hanging in the air between them like a fog. Ootori was relieved that the touch was temporary.
...This was fucking awkward. Shishido shifted again, making sure his hand didn't move too. "Hey, the puppy show's over," he commented as he looked at the screen again, picking up the remote again. He started switching channels again. "I know there's a movie channel in here somewhere.... I just need to fucking find it. Stupid lame channel."
Ootori nodded his head in response. "Yeah," He continued looking on as the other went through the various channels on television. Kuriimu leapt onto the couch on the other side of the model and curled into a little white fluffball, taking a nap. Ootori patted her and waited patiently, not really knowing what to say.
Finally finding the movie channel, Shishido let whatever movie that was showing play on, watching it and deciding it was better than porn. Or himself. Or cartoons. He watched on as it played, yawning and looking at the time. "Anything you want for dinner? Or should I just call for pizza?"
Having nothing else to do anyway, Ootori entertained himself with the movie on television. Movies are not something he watches often, but sometimes they could be really interesting. Like Lord of the Rings. Paying attention to the movie, his eyes did not leave the screen as he answered. "Pizza would be fine." Anything more could be too much trouble for the other.
Nodding, Shishido called for pizza, getting one with everything on it. And extra cheese. No way was he forgetting the cheese. Done, he put the phone back and settled beside the other, bringing his uninjured leg up and hugging his knee. "I got a larger Supreme with lots of cheese. And buffalo wings. And garlic bread. That's enough, right?"
Ootori tilted his head in a slight nod. Divided into two, the amount of food ordered is less than what he is capable of eating, but it was sufficient. One did not have to be full in a meal, after all. Just as long as he was not hungry. Mentally, he noted the 'lots of cheese', bringing back memories of when they went to the pet cafe together. Could it be a possibility that instead of liking cheese sandwiches, the other simply likes cheese?
"I can order more if that's not enough, you know. Just tell me. We could call for Japanese food too. The place a few blocks down delivers nearby and they have good food," Shishido said, wondering if the amount he personally ate was enough for the other considering his build. Shishido was quite a bit smaller in comparison and probably ate less, even if he burned food off very quickly because of high metabolism. He moved, digging under the coffee table. "I even have their menu here. Since I don't head out sometimes when I'm writing songs."
"Well... If you don't want more. We could always head down to the convenience store later," he added, happily forgetting that he was unable to walk.
About to give a polite refusal, Ootori noticed Shishido's absent minded comment. With a smile that looked more like a smirk, he turned towards the other and said, "It is really enough for me, but if you insist, I still have room for more. After all, I don't think you want to go to the convenience store with your ankle in so much pain, would you, Ryou-san?" Following his statement with some stretching, he continued to say, "But really, the amount of food is enough. Thank you."
Blinking, Shishido nodded. "Oh, right. Stupid ankle," he muttered, rotating it slightly with a frown. He probably ought to bandage it. The first-aid kit was near enough that he managed to lean over the couch to get it, opening it in his lap and pulling out a clean roll of bandages. He gritted his teeth and attempted to bandage his injured ankle, making a mess of bandages round it. Undoing it, he tried again, grumbling.
Ootori put his hand on the other's to stop his fruitless attempts. "Let me," he stated, taking the roll. He undid the loose bandages, rewrapping Shishido's ankles firmly but not too tight. He had to be careful not to cause pain whilst doing so. "There." He finished up with a tight knot, ensuring that the bandage would not fall apart. "You won't want to put pressure on that foot."
Shishido looked away, feeling the heat in his cheeks at being so helpless. He couldn't even bandage his own ankle now. "Thanks," he muttered, shifting and putting his foot back down. Damn his helplessness.
"You're welcome. Well be sure not to try carrying Brandy without help again." Ootori smiled a little, shifting back into his seat to make himself comfortable.
"I know that now," Shishido grumbled, looking at the dog. Brandy was sprawled across the carpet, chewing on his paw. He frowned at the dog when their eyes met, huffing and looking away. The dog got up and went to the door instead, and the singer shook his head. "I think the pizza's here. Would you get the door?"
"Pizza's already here? How would you- Oh," it must be the animals' keen sense of smell, Ootori thought. Kuriimu had sat up from her previously sprawled position on the couch. Standing up and going to the doorway, he was just in time to see the deliveryman approach. He settled the bill and brought the food back in. "So...where do I put this?"
"Coffee table's fine." It probably was the best place after all. He didn't have to get up to head to the dining table that way, which meant no embarrassing accidents. Shishido shifted so that he was sitting properly, pulling his wallet out to pay the other. "How much do I owe you?"
Nodding, Ootori headed back to the couch, depositing their food on the coffee table and laying it out. "The bill was 4200 yen." He seated himself again, not wanting to start before the other did. Next to him, Kuriimu laid her paws on the table, sniffing at the food.
Shishido nodded and moved aside so his knees wouldn't knock into the table, already getting used to the pain so that it felt more like a dull ache even if it still hurt. He probably wasn't making much sense anymore. Too hungry, maybe. He pulled out exact change and handed it over, gesturing to the food. "Go ahead and start," he said, picking at the garlic bread already. His attention was still drawn to the cheesy pizza though, and he finished his piece of bread in favor of a slice of pizza, pouring more cheese on the already cheesy slice.
He looked over and found the other still not eating. "I'll finish everything if you don't start," he warned before biting into his slice, making a pleased sound at the warm cheese and licking his lips.
"Ah, alright." Keeping the change, he proceeded to take a piece of the garlic bread too, tearing of the plain bits of bread and feeding them to his cat before finishing the rest. Kuriimu purred in appreciation. She was hungry, and Ootori was hungry too himself. He picked up a slice of the pizza for himself, enjoying the taste of warm food.
Polishing off the slice of pizza he had quickly, Shishido licked his fingers clean before reaching for more garlic bread and eating, liking how the garlic butter melted in his mouth. "I haven't had pizza for quite some time," he murmured, taking another bite.
Ootori cleared off his slice, chewing and swallowing the food before he began to reply. "Same here. I usually have something quick from the marts, or if I have time, I'll cook." He reached for a buffalo wing, depositing the bones into a spare plastic bag after he was done.
"....I don't cook. Makes a big mess that's hell to clean up later." Or a better way to put it was that he couldn't cook. He burnt rice before while using a rice cooker. Though he could make grilled cheese sandwiches. Which was really enough for him. "Though with my schedule I usually get food from the cafe, or convenience store bentos."
"Yeah, that's usually the case. Having time to cook is rare for me," Ootori reached for another slice of pizza, but asked before he ate. "Isn't it a waste of your kitchen if you don't cook? Besides, if you clean up whilst cooking there wouldn't be a big mess after you're done."
"....I just don't cook. Brandy's enough trouble without having to cook," Shishido continued hiding the fact that he couldn't cook, taking a huge bite of pizza so that he wouldn't have to answer to anything else. He shifted his leg a little, looking at his ankle. It wasn't hurting so much anymore, or it might just be him getting used to the pain since it was there for a while now. Either way, he supposed he could walk to that Chinese medical store nearby. He didn't know why it was there, but it hurt like a bitch and worked wonders. Almost like an instant cure.
Ootori chortled. "I guess. Dogs seem much harder to care for than cats," He watched as the other fidgeted and look at his bandaged ankle. "It would be good to seek some proper treatment for that. Just in case." He finished his pizza, proceeding to grab more garlic bread again as Kuriimu was nuzzling against him, wanting more. "Here you go," he whispered as he broke off plain pieces of the bread for his cat. Eating the rest of his bread, Ootori hoped that he didn't appear too greedy, eating the food without much break in between.
"They're clingy creatures." At that, Shishido glanced over at his dog, plucking off the crust of his pizza and feeding it to the Shetland Sheepdog. He nodded. "I'm heading down to some Chinese medical store I know of. I don't know what the fuck they do. Fucking hurts like hell but it's amazing. Just a loud crick and ankle's all okay."
"Or you could say, they're simply more attached to their owners." He smiled at that, glancing at the dog. "It sounds like it would really hurt badly, but if it makes your ankle better, it's a good thing." He paused a moment. "Just don't hurt your ankle again."
"Why the hell would I want to do that? It's not like I meant to hurt my ankle to begin with," Shishido said, giving the other a strange look. He finished off another slice of pizza, licking the cheese off his fingers. "I rather just get it over and done with. Was never good at waiting."
"I'm just saying," Ootori muttered, sheepish. He looked at the remaining two slices of pizza, thinking that he should probably leave those for the other, seeing that the singer likes the cheese. Ootori reached for more buffalo wings instead.
Shishido looked at the rest of the food, picking up another slice of pizza and pouring another dusting of cheese on it before biting into it. He swallowed as he pointed to the last slice. "Hey, finish it. I don't want to keep leftovers around because that's troublesome. Have to heat them up and all."
If he was offered, it would be alright then. Nodding, Ootori cleared the buffalo wings and took the last slice of pizza. It had cooled since the first slice, but was nevertheless tasty and fulfilling. He finished it swiftly and contemplated whether to consume the rest of the food, too.
Licking his fingers as his slice of pizza disappeared into his mouth, Shishido plucked a last piece of garlic bread for himself, pushing the rest to the other. "No leftovers," he reminded, nibbling on the soft bread and plucking some for Brandy and feeding him. He finished his bread and started to throw everything into the empty pizza box.
"Right." Ootori couldn't refuse after all, not when the host is insisting, and ate the rest of the food in the same fashion as he did earlier. After he was done, he assisted the other in packing the garbage, tossing the smaller plastics into the bigger pizza box as well.
When they were done packing, Shishido shoved the box into the large plastic bag. "There. I'll bring it out to to throw later. Do you want a drink? I probably can walk now. Gotten used to the pain and everything."
He did want a drink. Ootori was thirsty. He was, however, doubtful and worried that the other may not really be able to walk just yet. "Sure," He agreed to the drink, but got up at the same time as the other just in case anything happened.
Shishido nodded and stood up slowly, shuffling over to the kitchen and heading straight for the refrigerator. He opened it, pulling out two cans of cola and handing one over to the other. "Cola's all I have at the moment," he said with a shrug. "So you don't get a choice. Unless you want just plain water instead."
"I'm not complaining, I'm fine with it," Ootori smiled, standing next to the refrigerator. "Thanks," he accepted the drink. The drink bubbled as he pulled the tab open, taking a drink from it. Much better.
Taking a gulp of his own drink, Shishido leaned against the doorway. The longer he stood, the easier it became. Which was good since he would tear his blanket apart if he had to sit in bed the entire day because he couldn't get out. Catching sight of his clock, Shishido blinked. Where the hell did all the time go? "It's getting late too. You should leave soon or you might end up having to stay over. When the hell did it become so late?"
Ootori blinked too, glancing at the clock. It was late. "We probably got carried away with the movie earlier. I'd better get moving then," Downing the rest of his soft drink quickly, he threw the empty can into the bin. He went to gather his belongings, Kuriimu walking over to him as he did so, amazingly understanding the situation.
Shishido nodded, watching as the other went around gathering his things, hobbling over to the door to wait. He opened the door when the other was done, smiling a little. "Thanks for helping me back and all," he said sheepishly.
Checking that he did not leave anything behind, Ootori walked to the door. "It wasn't a problem at all. On the other hand, thank you for dinner Shishido-san." He bowed at that. "See you then!" he gathered his Birman into a cradle, nodding before heading home.
What: Ootori helps Shishido home.
Where: Park and Shishido's house
When: Sometime in November
Shishido was sitting around in the park where he liked lazing around with Brandy, hoarding an entire bench to himself and writing in a notebook idly. He checked the time, wondering when morning had turned into noon. Stomach growling, he made an annoyed noise at his stomach and started packing his things. Perhaps they should go somewhere special for lunch, since it was rare that he had a full day without work. Then again, few places allowed Brandy in. Shifting, the singer stood and bent over to pick his dog up, not wanting to wake the sleeping Brandy. He underestimated how heavy the dog was. Losing his balance, he fell back on the ground where Brandy sat earlier, cursing as he heard a crick. "Fuck!" Hissing, he looked at his ankle where the pain was coming. "....You need to eat less, mutt."
It was becoming routine for Ootori, coming to the park every few days, staying home watching television on others, playing the piano in between. The only up side was that he got to spend time with Kuriimu much more often. Still, he was glad that he had Christmas photoshoots coming up soon. However, today would be one of the days he roamed the park with Kuriimu again, for lack of better things to do. He strolled along, having just visited the family of kittens yet again. Beside him, Kuriimu pliantly walked along, stopping occasionally to sniff at the flowers by the path. The peace was broken when the pair heard a loud thud coming from the bench on the far right. Carrying his cat in his arms, he hurried over upon recognising the figure sitting on the ground. "Shishido-san?"
Holding his ankle gingerly, the brunette looked up, recognizing whoever it was that had spoken his name. "Ah, the Brandy look-alike!" he said, not knowing the other's name. He curled up a little as he jarred his ankle slightly while sitting up, pushing Brandy away from him so that he could look at his ankle properly. Another hiss escaped him as he touched the sore spot, biting his lip. "Fucking hell," he murmured painfully, eyes squeezing shut as he pushed Brandy away when the dog tried to nudge him. "I'm fine, mutt. Go away!"
Ootori wanted very much to retort to being called a dog look-alike, but kept it to himself at the sight of the other being in pain. This was not the time. He may not know what had happened, but for certain he should give some help. Quickly placing Kuriimu down, he tugged on Brandy's leash to drag him away a little. Having done that, he glanced back at the man on the ground, walking towards him. “Do you need help getting up?” As he asked, his right hand was already outstretched.
Nodding in thanks, Shishido took the offered hand, attempting to pull himself up. When he put his injured leg down however, he crumpled back to the ground helplessly with a swear. Helplessness didn't make him very happy, and he glared at the ground. "I can't even fucking get up."
Heaving a sigh, Ootori said, "Here, I'll pull you up," He did so, pulling Shishido up with both hands, balancing him on his back momentarily before placing him down on the empty bench carefully. Seating himself beside him on the bench, he picked Kuriimu up again before finally asking, “What happened back then?”
"Mutt's too heavy and I was careless. This is fucking lame," Shishido muttered, blushing the barest bit at the proximity when the other had picked him up. He held his foot out and stared at his ankle. "My ankle's probably broken or something now."
"A-ah." It wasn't a very clear explanation, but Ootori figured that his ankle was injured because Brandy was heavy. Did he attempt to carry his dog or something? Shaking his head, he looked at the foot outstretched in front of him. He blinked. Ootori didn't think his ankle was broken. More likely than not, it was just sprained. He told the singer so.
"Even so that means I can't walk now because the damned thing hurts," the smaller male complained, rotating his ankle experimentally. He hissed loudly, clutching at the nearest thing he could find. It was just merely unfortunate that the nearest thing, in this case, happened to be the other man's arm.
About to offer to help Shishido out, Ootori instead tensed at being grabbed. This happened too, at their previous meeting, when they met for the first time. Trying to loosen the atmosphere, he coughed. “...It seems you do need help, don't you?” He studied the grass. “Shall I escort you home?” It would be better if he was not grabbed by someone else. Close contact with anyone excluding family always made Ootori feel uneasy. He shut his eyes for a moment.
Shishido nodded slowly, seeing no other choice. He was helpless if the other refused to help him. "...Yes, please," he muttered, because he too could be polite.
Not seeing the nod, Ootori opened his eyes again at the mutter of agreement, smiling at the use of the word 'please'. This felt closer to that man he has seen on television, and less of the roughness of the man he had come to meet. Trying to ignore the grip on his arm, he placed his cat aside, heaving the other man onto his back, piggy-back style. True, he did not enjoy the contact. It's uneasy to know that someone else can feel your every movement, or hear any small whisper you make. But he had offered to help, and the singer had given the green light. This is no time to be selfish.
Ootori picked up Brandy's leash and motioned for Kuriimu to follow them. "Where do you stay?"
Awkwardly, the smaller man wrapped his own arms round the other's neck so that he wouldn't fall off, shifting as much as he could and getting himself into a good position. He felt rather small in comparison to the other despite knowing that he was just a little slighter than the average male, and his height was rather average. "Thanks," he muttered against the back of his neck, knowing the other could have just left him if he wanted to. "That condominium near here. Just walk out of the park and then go right."
Ootori nodded. "Let's go then." Pushing thoughts of the weight on him at the back of his mind, he set off towards the park entrance, carrying him with ease. It was good that the singer was smaller, otherwise he may not even be able to help at all. Plus, he had a cat and a dog walking beside them. Ootori had to make sure they don't get lost too. Two men and their pets probably made for a strange sight to the pedestrians, he thought, walking along in the awkward silence.
Shishido resisted the urge to shift somemore, sensing that the other didn't really like the contact. "So what are you doing here today?" he asked suddenly, not realizing that when he spoke his breath blew against the other's ear. He just knew that the silence was awkward and he wanted it gone.
"Uh..." Ootori tilted his head away, unnerved at the sudden feeling of warm breath prickling his ear, intensified by the contrast of the warmth with the cold weather. "Nothing really, I come to the park a lot in my free time. There's a family of stray kittens living here." Speaking of his regular visits to the kittens, he was glad Kuriimu wasn't the jealous kind. She had gladly come with him, instead. Exiting the park, he turned right.
"There's my place," Shishido pointed out as he saw the condominium up ahead. He shivered slightly at the cold, huddling a little closer to the other with a muttered apology that was almost inaudible. The cold was lame, like almost everything else, and he didn't like it. Belatedly, he realized that he had never gotten the other's name. "...Hey, you never told me your name."
Ootori nodded at the indication of the condominium, but took in a deep breath when the singer huddled closer still to his back, feeling all the more uncomfortable. It felt like an invasion of private space. The capture of the soft mutter of apology that was nearly drowned by the wind. though, brought a small smile to his face. "Ah, I'm Ootori Choutarou."
"Choutarou, huh? It suits you somehow," Shishido murmured, getting a little drowsy from the warmth. He shifted and shook his head so that he wouldn't fall asleep and cause more trouble for someone who was almost a stranger. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and held on to it so that they could get into the condominium when they arrived.
He had used his first name. Ootori mentally started at that, feeling uncomfortable at the sudden feeling of closeness that came with the usage of it. Only his family and Yuushi-san ever addressed him as such, and it was because they were close to him. As for the singer, this was only their second meeting. They are acquaintances at most, not even friends yet, so it was strange. Ootori shifted Shishido a little to make sure his grip is steady as they stepped towards the condominium. He tried not to think of the proximity between them.
Shishido had already dozed off then, lured into slumber by the warm body against his own, awkward as it was. His wallet was held precariously in his slackened hand, threatening to drop any second. "Nn," he murmured inaudibly before he settled down, breathing evenly.
Ootori smiled as he himself noticed the other had fallen asleep. He however did not feel any more at ease than before, as he worried over waking the singer by accident. He slowed his footsteps, careful not to make any sudden actions or jerk, and was glad that the pets were not making much of a noise. The wallet in Shishido's hand went unnoticed throughout the journey as the model arrived at the condominium. 'Now what?' he thought.
It was then that the wallet slipped out of Shishido's hand and fell onto the floor, opening to reveal his resident pass, which doubled as the access pass and the key to his apartment. His apartment block and number was shown on the card, so he wouldn't have to be awakened to let the other in, even if he really ought to be. What if the other was some psycho serial killer and he was the next target? In sleep however, Shishido had no such worries.
Ootori looked down on the ground at the sudden sound, surprised to find Shishido's wallet on the ground. Had it slipped from his bag? With a soft groan, he supported the weight on his back with an arm, inching down slowly to pick the wallet up with the other. He did not want to startle the singer and arouse him from his sleep before he had to, although he probably had to in order to get in.
Or maybe not. Ootori spotted Shishido's resident pass in his wallet, noting the details to his apartment.
Shishido shuffled slightly at the sound of his wallet dropping, having heard it despite his slumber. He quietened down quickly, nuzzling whatever it was before him before settling down. Of course, it was just unfortunate that it was Ootori's neck before him.
Ootori freezed for a moment, before mentally berating himself for tensing up over a sleeping person. It was just his luck that Shishido had most likely taken him for a bolster, and it was silly to get awkward over this. Taking in a deep breath, he went into the condominium, searching for the block number as indicated on the resident pass. It wasn't long before he found it and arrived at the singer's apartment, said singer sound asleep on his back, with a cat and a dog walking alongside them. About to place Shishido down on the sofa after entering, Ootori decided against it and looked for the bedroom instead.
The smaller shuffled slightly, blinking away at the change in temperature. "What the fuck. I fell asleep," he muttered, wincing at the soreness in his ankle. "You can just put me on the couch," he said aloud, embarrassed at his actions. First, he inconveniences the other and then he falls asleep on him. Nice way to make a second impression, definitely.
"Sure," said Ootori, giving a nod at nothing in particular, carefully placing Shishido down. He then stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. He hadn't done anything with Brandy too; Was he supposed to remove the leash and bring him to some corner of the house? Flustered, he picked Kuriimu up, scratching behind her ears just to occupy his hands, before he remembered something. "Oh, here's your wallet, Shishido-san." He passed it over.
"Ah, thanks." Taking the wallet, Shishido tossed it on the coffee table before him. He removed Brandy's leash when the dog wandered over to him, and then tried to stand up before sitting back down immediately with a curse. Folding the leash up neatly, he tossed it on the coffee table as well, leaning down to rub at his ankle.
Ootori winced at hearing the curse, imagining the sprained ankle to hurt a lot. Feeling helpless, he asked, "Would you like some ice for your ankle?" He had seen the kitchen when he was wandering about the apartment earlier.
Shishido straightened up, having quite a hard time rubbing at his ankle since it was hard for him to bend over all the way. He nodded and pointed out the kitchen, watching as Brandy jumped up beside him. Petting the dog, he realized that his shoes were still on and removed it gingerly, hissing. "Oh, Choutarou, get yourself a drink while you're at it. Since I can't be a good host."
"Okay." Ootori nodded as he said so, moving quickly to the kitchen and leaving the Birman to observe her foreign surroundings. Taking a piece of cloth from a rack, he went to the refrigerator and began to load it with ice, before wrapping it up. He went straight back to the singer, holding the bundle of ice out to him. He didn't think it was nice to get himself a drink, not when the other is in pain and he was supposed to be helping. Even so, helping him to apply the ice on his ankle felt too intimate for comfort, thus Ootori did not make the offer.
Nodding in thanks at the ice, Shishido took it and shifted, trying to lift his leg enough to put the ice against his injured ankle. He cursed as lifting his foot proved to be a painful action. Sweeping his hair from his face, he leaned down and held the ice to his ankle, straightening up a few moments later. It was uncomfortable that way. He bent down again, leaving the ice on his foot before straightening up, though it probably wouldn't be helpful since it was his ankle that was injured and not his foot.
Although initially not wanting to, the model couldn't help it. Shishido really couldn't handle it on his own. "Shall I help you with that?"
Shishido stared at his foot, and then nodded slowly. He didn't like having to keep troubling the other like this. "...Thanks," he muttered, shifting so that the other could sit opposite him or beside him. He wasn't sure where the other was going to sit anyway.
Ootori took the seat opposite, picking up the ice from Shishido's feet. He did not like sitting next to people he did not know well if he could help it. He pressed the ice against the swollen ankle, keeping it firm yet gentle so as to gain maximum effect without hurting the other too much. "You should have been more careful."
"Not like I meant to fall," Shishido grumbled, wincing slightly and shifting his foot from the other's reach instinctively. "The damn mutt's been eating too much and he's heavy."
Ootori chuckled at that whilst steadying his hold on Shishido's ankle. "Well have you been feeding Brandy too much then, Ryou-san?" It's as though the singer carried his large Shetland Sheepdog around often, and that only today did he have difficulty in carrying it. It wasn't that Ootori was looking down on him, but rather he did not think that Shishido looked like the kind with the strength, with his smaller stature.
"I'm not sure... I just give him how much the bowl can hold," Shishido said, gesturing to Brandy's bowl at the corner of the room, still trying to shift his foot away from the other's grasp. "And I don't usually carry him anyway. Now I doubt I ever want to. Stupid mutt's so heavy. And that fucking hurts. Don't grab my ankle!"
"A-ah..." Ootori didn't know well enough about dogs to know whether that was too much food, but it probably wasn't accurate. There are bowls and dogs of different sizes, so surely it couldn't be that dogs of any size can eat the same amount from a bowl, let alone the various shapes of bowls for each size of dog...
He was sharply brought out of his thoughts when he got yelled at, immediately releasing his hold on the singer's ankle. "I'm sorry, Shishido-san!" Then he added, "But you got to keep still for the ice to be effective and reduce the swelling."
The singer frowned at the larger male, and then crossed his arms in annoyance. "Fine! I won't move," he huffed before turning away, biting at his lip. Even if Choutarou was trying to be gentle, it still hurt a lot.
Ootori looked away, feeling a pang of guilt at being the cause of pain to the other, but knowing that he really shouldn't be blaming himself. He had said so himself, that this has to be done to reduce the swelling. Otherwise it could cause even more pain if he left it be. He could only try his very best not to hurt Shishido, and was relieved after a while when he released his ankle, convinced it was fine.
Shishido watched, relaxing despite the pain in his ankle. Maybe it was just how gentle the other was being, but it made him want to curl up against the other and fall asleep like a cat. Catching that thought before it went anywhere else, the singer shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? And about a guy he's only met twice, even. Shifting, he moved his ankle away slowly. "Thanks for the help," he muttered, petting Brandy idly.
"No problem at all, just glad I could help," replied Ootori, smiling. He was worried that the other would become irritated at him, but judging from his tone of voice, it seems like his worries were in vain. He put the ice away, it having mostly become water absorbed into the cloth, just as Kuriimu returned, having drifted off previously to observe her new environment.
"Want to stay for dinner?" Shishido asked as he flicked Brandy's ear lightly, figuring he should at least show his thanks. While he knew he didn't have the best manners - no, that went to the lame Yagyuu model from Prince Media, he knew how to thank people. Though he couldn't exactly cook like this, not that he could otherwise. "...We could order in. My treat again."
"Well I wouldn't want to bother you..." He couldn't do this, not when the other is injured. How could he impose on someone who's hurt? About to reject the offer, it occurred to Ootori that the other was probably not the kind of person who would admit to weakness, judging from his observations thus far. He'd probably even feel offended if Ootori had rejected the offer because of his sprained ankle. "...but I'm fine with it."
"I'd be bothering you, more likely," the singer said, shifting and staring at his ankle. Treating the other to dinner was the least he could do if he was going to keep the other around to get help moving about. He moved to stand, arms flailing as he seemed unbalanced. Struggling to stand properly, he only felt himself falling back with an undignified yelp.
"No, not at all," It was not that Ootori could smile and nod and help out without feeling anything. He was an ordinary person after all. He would have much rather stayed at home. However, his conscience would not forgive him if he did so and left another in need. It wasn't like the other was being annoying, save for his crude language, and really, there was no harm in helping another out. He stood up as the other did, cautiously eying him as he tried to stand.
"Watch out!" he exclaimed from his position behind the singer, hands reaching out at the same time to catch him around the waist, stabling them both.
Shishido blinked at the lack of the impact he had expected, opening his eyes to find himself in the other's arms. He stared dumbly for a bit, still blinking and wondering what had happened. One moment he was trying to stand, and the next... Oh! He blushed. Hard. "You can let me go, you know," he muttered gruffly, squirming at being held like a girl. "I mean! Not here, but on the couch, thanks."
Not having noticed anything unusual apart from the blush on Shishido's cheeks, which Ootori quickly disregarded, Ootori nodded, about to release him on the spot before hearing his next statement. "Ah, of course. Sorry," Moving slowly to the couch, he gingerly placed him down, seating himself beside the singer this time. Kuriimu gave one of her rare, soft mew at the commotion.
"Eh? She mewed," Shishido said, and then scolded himself for being lame. But the cat never mewed before. Whatever, it wasn't his problem anyway. He looked around his house, wondering what to do. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, he turned the TV on and nearly screeched when he found it at the porn channel, fumbling to change it. Not that watching himself performing was much better, for that was the next thing that came on. "What the fuck is aniki watching?!"
"So she did," replied Ootori, chuckling at the sound of surprise in the other's voice. The Birman was simply soft spoken, usually only making sounds when hungry, content, or disturbed.
His eyes widened when the television was switched on. He had certainly not expected to be greeted by pornography on the television as a guest at someone's house. Not knowing what to say or how to react, he continued staring as the channel was switched. "Ah," was all he managed to say. Though by Shishido's yell that came next he figured it was probably not the singer who left the television on that channel, it did not make things any less embarrassing.
"I don't think you'd want to watch me on TV either," Shishido said, switching the channel again. He really wondered what the hell his brother was watching. And on his television too. Cartoons? Lame. He continued flipping the channels, stopping on some puppy show. That was safe, right? "Anything you want to watch? I have Star Wars. The entire series."
Ootori merely nodded in affirmation, it being weird after all to watch someone on television when said person is seated beside you. The puppy show they stopped at was much better. "Nothing in particular. Anything would be fine with me." Just something to take his mind off the earlier incident.
The other didn't seem to show much interest in Star Wars at all. Shishido frowned and turned his attention to the puppies. They looked like such lame creatures. Just like Brandy. Though.... He supposed the little mutts were kind of cute. Just a little. "So, I saw your pictures in some magazine the other day," he said because it was getting too quiet. Blushing hard, he remembered that he had stared too. Who knew that the Brandy-lookalike could be so...sexy? "You looked very good."
Although blinking when the singer did not play his collection of Star Wars, Ootori did not question any further, instead settling into the puppies on screen. They were adorable, he could not deny. Still, he looked up at the first hint of conversation with the other. "Hm? Oh. Ah...thanks," He nodded with a smile, a faint pink tint across his face. Despite being used to the comments from photographers and some co-workers, Ootori was however not used to it from anyone else. "Thank you."
Shishido merely nodded and said nothing else, feeling awkward. He shifted on the couch, jumping as his hand brushed the other's. Just great, now the other way going to think he was trying to hit on him or something. Which only made the awkwardness even worse. He turned away quickly, his hand still in between them and twitching slightly.
At the contact, Ootori tensed and took the chance when Shishido moved to discreetly shift his hand away. He really shouldn't be so uptight at this, being that it was an accident, but the model had really disliked close proximity with others. It made him feel uncomfortable that another person could feel his movements, even more so with the previous sense of awkwardness still hanging in the air between them like a fog. Ootori was relieved that the touch was temporary.
...This was fucking awkward. Shishido shifted again, making sure his hand didn't move too. "Hey, the puppy show's over," he commented as he looked at the screen again, picking up the remote again. He started switching channels again. "I know there's a movie channel in here somewhere.... I just need to fucking find it. Stupid lame channel."
Ootori nodded his head in response. "Yeah," He continued looking on as the other went through the various channels on television. Kuriimu leapt onto the couch on the other side of the model and curled into a little white fluffball, taking a nap. Ootori patted her and waited patiently, not really knowing what to say.
Finally finding the movie channel, Shishido let whatever movie that was showing play on, watching it and deciding it was better than porn. Or himself. Or cartoons. He watched on as it played, yawning and looking at the time. "Anything you want for dinner? Or should I just call for pizza?"
Having nothing else to do anyway, Ootori entertained himself with the movie on television. Movies are not something he watches often, but sometimes they could be really interesting. Like Lord of the Rings. Paying attention to the movie, his eyes did not leave the screen as he answered. "Pizza would be fine." Anything more could be too much trouble for the other.
Nodding, Shishido called for pizza, getting one with everything on it. And extra cheese. No way was he forgetting the cheese. Done, he put the phone back and settled beside the other, bringing his uninjured leg up and hugging his knee. "I got a larger Supreme with lots of cheese. And buffalo wings. And garlic bread. That's enough, right?"
Ootori tilted his head in a slight nod. Divided into two, the amount of food ordered is less than what he is capable of eating, but it was sufficient. One did not have to be full in a meal, after all. Just as long as he was not hungry. Mentally, he noted the 'lots of cheese', bringing back memories of when they went to the pet cafe together. Could it be a possibility that instead of liking cheese sandwiches, the other simply likes cheese?
"I can order more if that's not enough, you know. Just tell me. We could call for Japanese food too. The place a few blocks down delivers nearby and they have good food," Shishido said, wondering if the amount he personally ate was enough for the other considering his build. Shishido was quite a bit smaller in comparison and probably ate less, even if he burned food off very quickly because of high metabolism. He moved, digging under the coffee table. "I even have their menu here. Since I don't head out sometimes when I'm writing songs."
"Well... If you don't want more. We could always head down to the convenience store later," he added, happily forgetting that he was unable to walk.
About to give a polite refusal, Ootori noticed Shishido's absent minded comment. With a smile that looked more like a smirk, he turned towards the other and said, "It is really enough for me, but if you insist, I still have room for more. After all, I don't think you want to go to the convenience store with your ankle in so much pain, would you, Ryou-san?" Following his statement with some stretching, he continued to say, "But really, the amount of food is enough. Thank you."
Blinking, Shishido nodded. "Oh, right. Stupid ankle," he muttered, rotating it slightly with a frown. He probably ought to bandage it. The first-aid kit was near enough that he managed to lean over the couch to get it, opening it in his lap and pulling out a clean roll of bandages. He gritted his teeth and attempted to bandage his injured ankle, making a mess of bandages round it. Undoing it, he tried again, grumbling.
Ootori put his hand on the other's to stop his fruitless attempts. "Let me," he stated, taking the roll. He undid the loose bandages, rewrapping Shishido's ankles firmly but not too tight. He had to be careful not to cause pain whilst doing so. "There." He finished up with a tight knot, ensuring that the bandage would not fall apart. "You won't want to put pressure on that foot."
Shishido looked away, feeling the heat in his cheeks at being so helpless. He couldn't even bandage his own ankle now. "Thanks," he muttered, shifting and putting his foot back down. Damn his helplessness.
"You're welcome. Well be sure not to try carrying Brandy without help again." Ootori smiled a little, shifting back into his seat to make himself comfortable.
"I know that now," Shishido grumbled, looking at the dog. Brandy was sprawled across the carpet, chewing on his paw. He frowned at the dog when their eyes met, huffing and looking away. The dog got up and went to the door instead, and the singer shook his head. "I think the pizza's here. Would you get the door?"
"Pizza's already here? How would you- Oh," it must be the animals' keen sense of smell, Ootori thought. Kuriimu had sat up from her previously sprawled position on the couch. Standing up and going to the doorway, he was just in time to see the deliveryman approach. He settled the bill and brought the food back in. "So...where do I put this?"
"Coffee table's fine." It probably was the best place after all. He didn't have to get up to head to the dining table that way, which meant no embarrassing accidents. Shishido shifted so that he was sitting properly, pulling his wallet out to pay the other. "How much do I owe you?"
Nodding, Ootori headed back to the couch, depositing their food on the coffee table and laying it out. "The bill was 4200 yen." He seated himself again, not wanting to start before the other did. Next to him, Kuriimu laid her paws on the table, sniffing at the food.
Shishido nodded and moved aside so his knees wouldn't knock into the table, already getting used to the pain so that it felt more like a dull ache even if it still hurt. He probably wasn't making much sense anymore. Too hungry, maybe. He pulled out exact change and handed it over, gesturing to the food. "Go ahead and start," he said, picking at the garlic bread already. His attention was still drawn to the cheesy pizza though, and he finished his piece of bread in favor of a slice of pizza, pouring more cheese on the already cheesy slice.
He looked over and found the other still not eating. "I'll finish everything if you don't start," he warned before biting into his slice, making a pleased sound at the warm cheese and licking his lips.
"Ah, alright." Keeping the change, he proceeded to take a piece of the garlic bread too, tearing of the plain bits of bread and feeding them to his cat before finishing the rest. Kuriimu purred in appreciation. She was hungry, and Ootori was hungry too himself. He picked up a slice of the pizza for himself, enjoying the taste of warm food.
Polishing off the slice of pizza he had quickly, Shishido licked his fingers clean before reaching for more garlic bread and eating, liking how the garlic butter melted in his mouth. "I haven't had pizza for quite some time," he murmured, taking another bite.
Ootori cleared off his slice, chewing and swallowing the food before he began to reply. "Same here. I usually have something quick from the marts, or if I have time, I'll cook." He reached for a buffalo wing, depositing the bones into a spare plastic bag after he was done.
"....I don't cook. Makes a big mess that's hell to clean up later." Or a better way to put it was that he couldn't cook. He burnt rice before while using a rice cooker. Though he could make grilled cheese sandwiches. Which was really enough for him. "Though with my schedule I usually get food from the cafe, or convenience store bentos."
"Yeah, that's usually the case. Having time to cook is rare for me," Ootori reached for another slice of pizza, but asked before he ate. "Isn't it a waste of your kitchen if you don't cook? Besides, if you clean up whilst cooking there wouldn't be a big mess after you're done."
"....I just don't cook. Brandy's enough trouble without having to cook," Shishido continued hiding the fact that he couldn't cook, taking a huge bite of pizza so that he wouldn't have to answer to anything else. He shifted his leg a little, looking at his ankle. It wasn't hurting so much anymore, or it might just be him getting used to the pain since it was there for a while now. Either way, he supposed he could walk to that Chinese medical store nearby. He didn't know why it was there, but it hurt like a bitch and worked wonders. Almost like an instant cure.
Ootori chortled. "I guess. Dogs seem much harder to care for than cats," He watched as the other fidgeted and look at his bandaged ankle. "It would be good to seek some proper treatment for that. Just in case." He finished his pizza, proceeding to grab more garlic bread again as Kuriimu was nuzzling against him, wanting more. "Here you go," he whispered as he broke off plain pieces of the bread for his cat. Eating the rest of his bread, Ootori hoped that he didn't appear too greedy, eating the food without much break in between.
"They're clingy creatures." At that, Shishido glanced over at his dog, plucking off the crust of his pizza and feeding it to the Shetland Sheepdog. He nodded. "I'm heading down to some Chinese medical store I know of. I don't know what the fuck they do. Fucking hurts like hell but it's amazing. Just a loud crick and ankle's all okay."
"Or you could say, they're simply more attached to their owners." He smiled at that, glancing at the dog. "It sounds like it would really hurt badly, but if it makes your ankle better, it's a good thing." He paused a moment. "Just don't hurt your ankle again."
"Why the hell would I want to do that? It's not like I meant to hurt my ankle to begin with," Shishido said, giving the other a strange look. He finished off another slice of pizza, licking the cheese off his fingers. "I rather just get it over and done with. Was never good at waiting."
"I'm just saying," Ootori muttered, sheepish. He looked at the remaining two slices of pizza, thinking that he should probably leave those for the other, seeing that the singer likes the cheese. Ootori reached for more buffalo wings instead.
Shishido looked at the rest of the food, picking up another slice of pizza and pouring another dusting of cheese on it before biting into it. He swallowed as he pointed to the last slice. "Hey, finish it. I don't want to keep leftovers around because that's troublesome. Have to heat them up and all."
If he was offered, it would be alright then. Nodding, Ootori cleared the buffalo wings and took the last slice of pizza. It had cooled since the first slice, but was nevertheless tasty and fulfilling. He finished it swiftly and contemplated whether to consume the rest of the food, too.
Licking his fingers as his slice of pizza disappeared into his mouth, Shishido plucked a last piece of garlic bread for himself, pushing the rest to the other. "No leftovers," he reminded, nibbling on the soft bread and plucking some for Brandy and feeding him. He finished his bread and started to throw everything into the empty pizza box.
"Right." Ootori couldn't refuse after all, not when the host is insisting, and ate the rest of the food in the same fashion as he did earlier. After he was done, he assisted the other in packing the garbage, tossing the smaller plastics into the bigger pizza box as well.
When they were done packing, Shishido shoved the box into the large plastic bag. "There. I'll bring it out to to throw later. Do you want a drink? I probably can walk now. Gotten used to the pain and everything."
He did want a drink. Ootori was thirsty. He was, however, doubtful and worried that the other may not really be able to walk just yet. "Sure," He agreed to the drink, but got up at the same time as the other just in case anything happened.
Shishido nodded and stood up slowly, shuffling over to the kitchen and heading straight for the refrigerator. He opened it, pulling out two cans of cola and handing one over to the other. "Cola's all I have at the moment," he said with a shrug. "So you don't get a choice. Unless you want just plain water instead."
"I'm not complaining, I'm fine with it," Ootori smiled, standing next to the refrigerator. "Thanks," he accepted the drink. The drink bubbled as he pulled the tab open, taking a drink from it. Much better.
Taking a gulp of his own drink, Shishido leaned against the doorway. The longer he stood, the easier it became. Which was good since he would tear his blanket apart if he had to sit in bed the entire day because he couldn't get out. Catching sight of his clock, Shishido blinked. Where the hell did all the time go? "It's getting late too. You should leave soon or you might end up having to stay over. When the hell did it become so late?"
Ootori blinked too, glancing at the clock. It was late. "We probably got carried away with the movie earlier. I'd better get moving then," Downing the rest of his soft drink quickly, he threw the empty can into the bin. He went to gather his belongings, Kuriimu walking over to him as he did so, amazingly understanding the situation.
Shishido nodded, watching as the other went around gathering his things, hobbling over to the door to wait. He opened the door when the other was done, smiling a little. "Thanks for helping me back and all," he said sheepishly.
Checking that he did not leave anything behind, Ootori walked to the door. "It wasn't a problem at all. On the other hand, thank you for dinner Shishido-san." He bowed at that. "See you then!" he gathered his Birman into a cradle, nodding before heading home.