I'm sorry 'bout the attitude

[gentiana_clusii]

Who: Ken Hidaka (gentiana_clusii), Aya Fujimiya (onceaweiss). Closed.
When: Mid afternoon, Saturday (after this post)
Where: Ken's apartment
Summary: We're all too sober to deal with this shit.
Warnings: ALCOHOLS. Also potentially language.

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[onceaweiss]

Aya was not planning on drinking much but knew what it was like to want company. He could give Ken that. Bottle down the anger for now. It wouldn't be too difficult to manage. Not when he was as used to the task as he was already.

Knocking on the door, he waited for his friend to answer. It hadn't taken him that long to get down here.

Not surprising since a part of him needed to see that it was really Ken on the other side of the door.

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And now there was a knock, and Aya was coming down so that had to be him. He hoped anyway, because he really kinda didn't want to see anyone else at the moment.

"Coming," he shouted, groaning slightly as he rocked up to his feet and if he wasn't so opposed to the idea of getting his ass killed again he'd owe Nagi a punch to the face later because ow. He supposed he could've unlocked the door before sitting down, but keeping his door unlocked for even a short time was just something he couldn't do--blame the paranoia. Especially since he'd noticed that he didn't actually have his claws at the moment. Where those were, he had no idea.

He was a bit slow in getting to the door and getting it unlocked--his legs still weren't working quite like they were supposed to, and he was a bit clumsy with his left hand but his right was worse than useless. But he got it open fairly shortly after he managed to limp his way over there.

[onceaweiss]

Aya listened carefully to every movement on the other side of the door until finally he heard it open. Then he tilted his head to the side just slightly to look in until he saw...Ken. It really was him. He would have let out a sigh of relief but that just wasn't like him. Instead, he bowed his head in greeting and waited until Ken invited him in.

Paranoia came with the territory of being an assassin. Where people could make attempts on your life at any time, it was understandable. Besides that, Ken had just been killed. Of course he would be nervous about other people. Or rather, wary of other people.

"Ken." Just his name. Nothing else.

His eyes were busy wandering to take in his current state though.

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Ken stepped aside and motioned Aya in, grinning slightly and lopsidedly. Once he was in, though, the door was locked again, and he was making his slow and hobbled way to the couch again, gingerly sitting instead of falling into it.

Aside from his marked reluctance to move his right arm (and indeed pretty much his entire body,) he looked unmarked. There were no wounds, half-healed or otherwise, no evidence that his right arm had been completely savaged just over 12 hours ago.

"Yeah, that's me," he answered, sounding somewhat tired.

[onceaweiss]

Aya remembered every last wound he'd seen on Ken's body when he'd carried him inside. He still remembered all the blood. The smell of it. Yet here was Ken now, stiff and sore but looking just as fine as ever. He couldn't help but sigh as he took a seat himself.

Coming back from the dead like that was supposed to be impossible.

"I have your weapons. They're at my place."

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Ken nodded, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. At least he knew where they were. He trusted Aya to hold on to them.

He reached over to the side table and grabbed one of the cans he'd brought out from the kitchen, tossing it in Aya's direction. He trusted that his friend's reaction time was good enough to catch it.

[onceaweiss]

Catching the can without really looking at it, he nodded his thanks then opened it. He was not a beer drinker but he'd make an exception in this case. Drinking alone was not what Ken was after. Besides, he didn't have to drink anymore after one.

"Bodies vanish after awhile so the dead can reawaken in their own place." For that reason, he was thinking it might be best to get a place for them to share at some point. It would probably be the most beneficial. Just in case.

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"I guess." So Ran had found him? From what Ken could remember, vague as that was, that wasn't doing him any kind of favor. He winced. "Sorry about that."

Dear God this was surreal. Talking about his own death in tones normally reserved for talking about the weather. Ken shook his head and cracked open his own can, taking a deep swallow.

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"There is nothing to apologize for." Aya didn't blame Ken for this. Not in the slightest. Taking a swallow of the alcohol, he was immediately reminded why he didn't drink it. Beer just wasn't his thing.

An extra dry martini though? He liked those.

Of course, he rarely ever drank anything. He preferred to have a clear head and alcohol wasn't likely to help with that.

[gentiana_clusii]

Ken glanced over at Aya with a half-smile on his face. Not all long ago, the idea of the two of them sitting on the couch drinking cheap beer, no matter the circumstances leading up to it, would have been utterly laughable. Much less Aya humoring him in the first place.

How the times changed.

"Sure there is. I probably bled all over your floor."

[onceaweiss]

"And me."

After all, he did carry him up. "You're heavier than you used to be." Naturally that was important to note. It was sort of a teasing remark more than it was anything else. Sitting back, he smiled a little.

[gentiana_clusii]

"See? I'm sorry for that." Not that he could've helped it much.

"Are you calling me fat or something?" Ken snorted, tossing his head back. "That hurts."

[onceaweiss]

Aya just smiled a little more and had another swallow of the beer. It really wasn't great. Even as far as beer went. But, it would do.

And, he didn't answer the question either. Just left it hanging.

[gentiana_clusii]

No, it really wasn't. Ken made a mental note not to get this brand again. But at the moment, he wasn't drinking it for the taste at this point, and he full well admitted it to himself. Still. It bore mentioning.

"This stuff is crap."

[onceaweiss]

"I think calling it crap might be too kind."

Still, Aya was drinking it so he had to get some credit for that. After all, he didn't even like beer to begin with.

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"Maybe you're right." Yet Ken kept drinking it anyway, half-done before he even realized it. "Obviously these Canadians have no taste."

"Y'know, they haven't been kicking people out of these apartments 'cause of the earthquake...but they're probably gonna start again pretty soon. We should probably find a different place. Unless you like staying here."