[CLOSED, INCOMPLETE]
Characters: ih8spiders, alphaspider, thewarisover, de_faulty_hero, pure_lineage
Location: Casualty Communal 11OP
Rating: PG
Time: January 4 morning
Description: Desperate times, drastic measures.
[Four thefts in two days, with the damning evidence dumped on the kitchen counter. He's at a loss with what to do. The normal avenue would be to nag at Kuroro, demand for him to stop and have him apologize and return the items, but somehow Kurapika feels that nothing's going to get through to his partner at this point. One thing he cannot deny is the growing certainty that Kuroro's behavior is going to escalate into something a lot more harmful if he doesn't put a decisive stop to it. So he turns the feed on the communicator off with a swipe of his thumb, takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. Thirty minutes... no, twenty, at most, before the people he's called come knocking at their door.
He's already beginning to feel terrible. He's not supposed to feel terrible about this, but why is he even hesitating?
Kurapika quietly opens the door and steps out of the spare bedroom--it's the spare bedroom now that he's all but permanently moved to the main bedroom with Kuroro. Not that the man has been using the bed ever since China disappeared. Kuroro's lying on the couch yet again, occupying the full length of it. Kurapika has no idea why Kuroro hasn't gotten sick from sleeping so much. He reminds himself that it's probably not a good idea to get the man to dress up for an impending trip to a jail cell. Maybe he can toss over a jacket later...
But first, he needs to ask something.]
... Kuroro. Wake up.
Location: Casualty Communal 11OP
Rating: PG
Time: January 4 morning
Description: Desperate times, drastic measures.
[Four thefts in two days, with the damning evidence dumped on the kitchen counter. He's at a loss with what to do. The normal avenue would be to nag at Kuroro, demand for him to stop and have him apologize and return the items, but somehow Kurapika feels that nothing's going to get through to his partner at this point. One thing he cannot deny is the growing certainty that Kuroro's behavior is going to escalate into something a lot more harmful if he doesn't put a decisive stop to it. So he turns the feed on the communicator off with a swipe of his thumb, takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. Thirty minutes... no, twenty, at most, before the people he's called come knocking at their door.
He's already beginning to feel terrible. He's not supposed to feel terrible about this, but why is he even hesitating?
Kurapika quietly opens the door and steps out of the spare bedroom--it's the spare bedroom now that he's all but permanently moved to the main bedroom with Kuroro. Not that the man has been using the bed ever since China disappeared. Kuroro's lying on the couch yet again, occupying the full length of it. Kurapika has no idea why Kuroro hasn't gotten sick from sleeping so much. He reminds himself that it's probably not a good idea to get the man to dress up for an impending trip to a jail cell. Maybe he can toss over a jacket later...
But first, he needs to ask something.]
... Kuroro. Wake up.