how did I miss this post sobbblegberjackMay 10 2010, 08:49:16 UTC
[Speaking of that, it's a pretty amazing surprise to wake up and not be pushed the hell out of the bed. Unfortunately, this didn't change the fact that he fell through a damn roof, fuck you for making him concerned in the slightest Roshia, you ain't worth having a cracked rib for yet.
That doesn't change the fact that he's totally going to invade your kitchen. Because, clearly, invading Russian borders has worked so well in the past. Also, you know, starving.]
...Oi. You ain't got any ideas from what happened or nothin' like that, yeah?
[There's a platter of eggs and sausage on the counter, as well as a pot of tea. Also there is a slightly burnt omelette in a pan (ask the shaking kid, Roshia had nothing to do with that one).
Roshia herself is sitting at the table, head resting on her folded arms, possibly sleeping.]
[What he can deredere without anyone seeing, what is this
Girihusband glances at the sleeping lady-country for a moment, then goes to the platter of delicious, delicious substance. Also, bourbon. Oh, sweet bourbon whiskey, brownest of the brown liquors, how he missed you. Taking a seat across from Roshia with his plate of protein and glass of liquid courage, he extends an arm to the folded-over country. Wake her? Well, maybe not yet. After a moment of hesitation, he finally settles on laying a hand on her head, running over her hair.
He was made for this kinda thing, anyway. In fact, it was almost as if she were tolerable.]
[FUCK she's awake, he pulls his hand back and goes immediately back to his food. Quick, build the walls back up!
He clears his throat.]
Shit! Just, just making sure you're alive, it ain't anything. Two-third of us woke up looking like hell, th' shit am I supposed to know if you came down here and kicked it?!
[Luckily for his manly pride, she is too busy being exhausted, tired, stressed out, and in all sorts of pain to really notice that odd moment of nicety.]
[Manly pride sometimes doesn't go well with an intense instinct to faithfully protect. It's been a long time, and hell if her ragged form doesn't bring back memories.]
[Hnnng, he really should be used to this kind of treatment by now. He wasn't quite expecting that kind of reaction, and, yet again, goes back into his protein, visibly uncomfortable.
Of course, there's always going to be a problem with trying to suppress emotions, in that they have to come out somehow. Suddenly, the kitchen gets very loud.]
Tch! Fine!! You know, fuck it! So I was worried! For both of you, even! I mean, goddamn, is that some kinda fuckin' crime?? Shit, I--
[And just as suddenly, he's back in his eggs, mumbling this time.]
I don't care if you think it was a good thing. Or whatever.
[Of course he's going to yell, what, did you actually think he'd be able to pull off a semi-tender moment without completely ruining it somehow? Still, getting an actual reaction from her calms him slightly, at least he can get a rise out of her. As calming as it is, however, it isn't satisfying - so, he's just going to pout and wonder how the hell he's supposed to handle this.]
Like I'd want your shitty medals anyway! Who would?! Probably all made of rust and whatever the hell.
[He mumbles.] You're better with sausages, anyway.
[He'd better be happy she came down and made that all herself and she isn't feeling well and all and she... didn't actually need to bother with making breakfast... since everyone in the house is capable of making breakfast themselves....
And looking off in the other direction. Being human is confusing, okay?]
[Awkward tsunpremacy, quick change the subject, making intrapersonal headway is terrifying.
It's easier to be concerned about someone else, sob]
Something needs to be done about the boy's professor, you know. He had no business bein' alone to begin with. Shit, I even armed the kid, and you know what the bastard did? Made him throw it away!
That doesn't change the fact that he's totally going to invade your kitchen. Because, clearly, invading Russian borders has worked so well in the past. Also, you know, starving.]
...Oi. You ain't got any ideas from what happened or nothin' like that, yeah?
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Roshia herself is sitting at the table, head resting on her folded arms, possibly sleeping.]
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Girihusband glances at the sleeping lady-country for a moment, then goes to the platter of delicious, delicious substance. Also, bourbon. Oh, sweet bourbon whiskey, brownest of the brown liquors, how he missed you. Taking a seat across from Roshia with his plate of protein and glass of liquid courage, he extends an arm to the folded-over country. Wake her? Well, maybe not yet. After a moment of hesitation, he finally settles on laying a hand on her head, running over her hair.
He was made for this kinda thing, anyway. In fact, it was almost as if she were tolerable.]
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It takes a second or two before she wakes up, jerking upright, suddenly alert. Then she sees who it is and slumps over again with a sigh.]
Chainsaw is wanting something?
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He clears his throat.]
Shit! Just, just making sure you're alive, it ain't anything. Two-third of us woke up looking like hell, th' shit am I supposed to know if you came down here and kicked it?!
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[Luckily for his manly pride, she is too busy being exhausted, tired, stressed out, and in all sorts of pain to really notice that odd moment of nicety.]
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So what if I was?
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Said was good thing.
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Of course, there's always going to be a problem with trying to suppress emotions, in that they have to come out somehow. Suddenly, the kitchen gets very loud.]
Tch! Fine!! You know, fuck it! So I was worried! For both of you, even! I mean, goddamn, is that some kinda fuckin' crime?? Shit, I--
[And just as suddenly, he's back in his eggs, mumbling this time.]
I don't care if you think it was a good thing. Or whatever.
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Roshia flinches slightly before raising her head and glaring at Giriko.]
Is wanting what? "Thank you very much for being worried should give chainsaw a medal"?
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Like I'd want your shitty medals anyway! Who would?! Probably all made of rust and whatever the hell.
[He mumbles.] You're better with sausages, anyway.
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Would be good medal. Possibly even Медаль Золотая Звезда Героя Российской Федерации.
[He's being marginally nice to her, and she really has no idea how to respond. She's not very used to dealing with people one-on-one.]
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[He grumbles, and looks away from her, a little uncomfortable. What is this.]
Shit, I'm happy with a meal, as it is.
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And looking off in the other direction. Being human is confusing, okay?]
... is good to hear.
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It's easier to be concerned about someone else, sob]
Something needs to be done about the boy's professor, you know. He had no business bein' alone to begin with. Shit, I even armed the kid, and you know what the bastard did? Made him throw it away!
It's like they got a goddamn deathwish.
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Did what?
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