[Script Log] Sausages and Rackets. (Oh my!)
Who: Chitose Miyuki & Tezuka Kunimitsu
Where: Miyuki's room/Tennis courts
When: January 25th
What: Gratitude, sausages, a tennis game and an arm
Warnings: PG
Comments: Sure~ ♥
Tezuka: *knocks on Miyuki's door* *not sure she's even inside her room, but here's to hoping*
Miyuki: *blinks and opens the door, surprised when she looks up* Dorobo-onii-chan?
Tezuka: *dips his head forward* Hello, little dream maker.
Miyuki: Eh..? *tilts head and points to herself confused*
Tezuka: Yes. May I come in?
Miyuki: *nods and stands aside so he can come in; still very confused*
Tezuka: *takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, hands resting in his lap*
Miyuki: *closes the door and stays standing*
Tezuka: I talked with Fuji. Or rather, he came to see me.
Miyuki: Eh, really?
Tezuka: *nods* I... think we made up.
Miyuki: That's great! *cheers*
Tezuka: *smiles* Thanks to you.
Miyuki: *stops and gets confused again* But I didn't do anything.
Tezuka: You did. He said you made him realize he shouldn't push people away like he was doing.
Miyuki: *blinks* I did..? *thinks a little* I... guess I did... but Fuji-san's the one who made up with you, so I'm glad. *smiles*
Tezuka: I am too. Oh! *opens a small paper wrapped package* Brought you some sausages
Miyuki: Ooh, yay~! *jumps up and down a few times happily*
Tezuka: *hands her the package* *no, not that package, get your mind out of the gutter >:|*
Miyuki: Thanks~ *takes it happily*
Tezuka: I already fried them, I hope that's okay. They're pretty good to eat cold as well.
Miyuki: I'll try one now then. *grins and hops on her bed, unwrapping a little so she can nibble on it* Mmm! *swallows and smiles over to him again* This is really good! Maybe I'll add some to a bento next time.
Tezuka: Feel free to.
Miyuki: *wraps it back up and sets it aside for later* Thanks, dorobo-onii-chan~ *still hasn't broken the nickname habit*
Tezuka: *finds it sweet* You're very much welcome. How are you feeling?
Miyuki: I'm fine. *smiles, kinda lying but for now she is*
Tezuka: .... Good. *doesn't quite believe her, but decides not to push it for now*
Miyuki: *not sure why he asked, goes quiet after, fidgeting a little*
Tezuka: Would you like to... go outside? I know I'm rather horrible at snowball fights, but maybe we could play some tennis.
Miyuki: *brightens up* Really?!
Tezuka: *nod*
Miyuki: Yay! *jumps off the bed and grabs his wrist so she can tug him along but stops just outside the door* Oh yeah, I need my stuff and to change... *lets go* Wait?
Tezuka: *glad she didn't pull at his left arm* *nods* I'll be just outside.
Miyuki: Okay! *shuts the door, pauses, and then opens again real quick* No running away either, 'kay? *serious*
Tezuka: *simply smiles*
Miyuki: *closes door again and quickly gets changed and grabs her racket and slips out of the room* Ready~!
Tezuka: *has waited as a good boy* Good. We'll have to make a short stop by my room so that I can get my own things. I hope that's all right?
Miyuki: 'Course~ *grins and follows along, trying to be a little patient by not dragging him to his own room*
Tezuka: *walks in long strides, sensing her eagerness*
Miyuki: *a little skip in her step as she follows along; can't wait to finally play with him*
Tezuka: *as he reaches his room, he changes quickly and gathers his things, always the efficient one* There.
Miyuki: Yay, let's go! *now tugs him eagerly toward the courts*
Tezuka: *allows himself to be dragged by the pintsized one - realizing they must make a rather odd picture*
Miyuki: *too happy about getting to play to worry about anything else as they arrive at the courts*
Tezuka: *notices early on that he's not having the best of days, where his arm is concerned; muscles are stiff and joints aches* *plays carefully, glad that he doesn't have to use all his power to keep up with Miyuki* *as the game continues, moving the arm becomes more and more difficult, but he isn't about to let it show* *... until a rather powerful smash from her causes him to drop his racket*
Miyuki: *surprised to get another point by him and stops, confused* Dorobo-onii-chan..? *knows she shouldn't be strong enough to do that compared to his past opponents* *she's happy to score but something feels off*
Tezuka: ... Time out.
Miyuki: Is something wrong? *concerned now, goes over to check on him*
Tezuka: *small nod, looks down on the arm - it's somewhat swollen, maybe edema*
Miyuki: It's not your arm is it? *notices him looking at it, frowns*
Tezuka: ... Aa. I'm afraid so.
Miyuki: But I thought it was all better...
Tezuka: It is. ... But I relapse. Sometimes. It's... really not something I want people to know.
Miyuki: *drops her racket* Aho... why didn't you say anything then. *upset, teary-eyed* I don't wanna play a match like that..!
Tezuka: ... I thought I could make it. *hello stubbornness* *sits down on a bench*
Miyuki: Not that, stupid! *shouts-- would never call him stupid in normal circumstances, tears start slipping down her cheeks*
Tezuka: *frowns as he looks up at her*
Miyuki: I-I don't want to play you if you're hurt..! *cries; not angry at him, just afraid he would hurt his arm again*
Tezuka: Then we won't play. *could say that he could play with his right hand, but he has a feeling she won't go with that, so keeps quiet* I'm sorry.
Miyuki: *only wants to play him at his best but that isn't why she's upset* Don't..! *grabs at his shirt sadly* Don't... apologize... *sniffles, still crying*
Tezuka: *a bit startled, but reaches up his right hand to stroke her gently over the head*
Miyuki: *clings to him, too upset by the thought of him being hurt and hiding it even if it's not life threatening to care that she would be too embarrassed to do it otherwise *
Tezuka: .... *is really at a loss of what to do now, but holds her and tries to figure out the next course of action* Mi--Miyuki...
Miyuki: *emotional young girl; doesn't even understand why she's so upset herself*
Tezuka: ... I'm fine. *no, you're not*
Miyuki: *beats at his chest weakly* Liar..!
Tezuka: ... *doesn't stop her, or deny it*
Miyuki: *continues, still crying* Why are you lying... about being hurt..?! Stop it...
Tezuka: ... I don't want to make you worry.
Miyuki: *stops beating at his chest and looks up to him sadly* Then don't lie..!
Tezuka: ... A-aa. I won't.
Miyuki: ...okay... *sniffles; still not convinced but it's a start*
Tezuka: I should stop by the infirmary, just in case. *gets up*
Miyuki: *grabs at his shirt again* Better not...run away... 'kay..? *tries to wipe the tears away*
Tezuka: *smiles at her* Where would I run?
Miyuki: *lets go, not smiling back still wiping at tears; starting to feel a little embarrassed and childish about it now but pretending not to*
Tezuka: Why don't I meet you indoors, where it's warmer? I wouldn't mind helping you with some homework, if you have it.
Miyuki: ... *gives a small nod*
Tezuka: Then I'll see you. *nods at her before starting towards the infirmary*
Miyuki: *stays there for a little while not sure if she should follow him or not and confused why she had overreacted so much*
Where: Miyuki's room/Tennis courts
When: January 25th
What: Gratitude, sausages, a tennis game and an arm
Warnings: PG
Comments: Sure~ ♥
Tezuka: *knocks on Miyuki's door* *not sure she's even inside her room, but here's to hoping*
Miyuki: *blinks and opens the door, surprised when she looks up* Dorobo-onii-chan?
Tezuka: *dips his head forward* Hello, little dream maker.
Miyuki: Eh..? *tilts head and points to herself confused*
Tezuka: Yes. May I come in?
Miyuki: *nods and stands aside so he can come in; still very confused*
Tezuka: *takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, hands resting in his lap*
Miyuki: *closes the door and stays standing*
Tezuka: I talked with Fuji. Or rather, he came to see me.
Miyuki: Eh, really?
Tezuka: *nods* I... think we made up.
Miyuki: That's great! *cheers*
Tezuka: *smiles* Thanks to you.
Miyuki: *stops and gets confused again* But I didn't do anything.
Tezuka: You did. He said you made him realize he shouldn't push people away like he was doing.
Miyuki: *blinks* I did..? *thinks a little* I... guess I did... but Fuji-san's the one who made up with you, so I'm glad. *smiles*
Tezuka: I am too. Oh! *opens a small paper wrapped package* Brought you some sausages
Miyuki: Ooh, yay~! *jumps up and down a few times happily*
Tezuka: *hands her the package* *no, not that package, get your mind out of the gutter >:|*
Miyuki: Thanks~ *takes it happily*
Tezuka: I already fried them, I hope that's okay. They're pretty good to eat cold as well.
Miyuki: I'll try one now then. *grins and hops on her bed, unwrapping a little so she can nibble on it* Mmm! *swallows and smiles over to him again* This is really good! Maybe I'll add some to a bento next time.
Tezuka: Feel free to.
Miyuki: *wraps it back up and sets it aside for later* Thanks, dorobo-onii-chan~ *still hasn't broken the nickname habit*
Tezuka: *finds it sweet* You're very much welcome. How are you feeling?
Miyuki: I'm fine. *smiles, kinda lying but for now she is*
Tezuka: .... Good. *doesn't quite believe her, but decides not to push it for now*
Miyuki: *not sure why he asked, goes quiet after, fidgeting a little*
Tezuka: Would you like to... go outside? I know I'm rather horrible at snowball fights, but maybe we could play some tennis.
Miyuki: *brightens up* Really?!
Tezuka: *nod*
Miyuki: Yay! *jumps off the bed and grabs his wrist so she can tug him along but stops just outside the door* Oh yeah, I need my stuff and to change... *lets go* Wait?
Tezuka: *glad she didn't pull at his left arm* *nods* I'll be just outside.
Miyuki: Okay! *shuts the door, pauses, and then opens again real quick* No running away either, 'kay? *serious*
Tezuka: *simply smiles*
Miyuki: *closes door again and quickly gets changed and grabs her racket and slips out of the room* Ready~!
Tezuka: *has waited as a good boy* Good. We'll have to make a short stop by my room so that I can get my own things. I hope that's all right?
Miyuki: 'Course~ *grins and follows along, trying to be a little patient by not dragging him to his own room*
Tezuka: *walks in long strides, sensing her eagerness*
Miyuki: *a little skip in her step as she follows along; can't wait to finally play with him*
Tezuka: *as he reaches his room, he changes quickly and gathers his things, always the efficient one* There.
Miyuki: Yay, let's go! *now tugs him eagerly toward the courts*
Tezuka: *allows himself to be dragged by the pintsized one - realizing they must make a rather odd picture*
Miyuki: *too happy about getting to play to worry about anything else as they arrive at the courts*
Tezuka: *notices early on that he's not having the best of days, where his arm is concerned; muscles are stiff and joints aches* *plays carefully, glad that he doesn't have to use all his power to keep up with Miyuki* *as the game continues, moving the arm becomes more and more difficult, but he isn't about to let it show* *... until a rather powerful smash from her causes him to drop his racket*
Miyuki: *surprised to get another point by him and stops, confused* Dorobo-onii-chan..? *knows she shouldn't be strong enough to do that compared to his past opponents* *she's happy to score but something feels off*
Tezuka: ... Time out.
Miyuki: Is something wrong? *concerned now, goes over to check on him*
Tezuka: *small nod, looks down on the arm - it's somewhat swollen, maybe edema*
Miyuki: It's not your arm is it? *notices him looking at it, frowns*
Tezuka: ... Aa. I'm afraid so.
Miyuki: But I thought it was all better...
Tezuka: It is. ... But I relapse. Sometimes. It's... really not something I want people to know.
Miyuki: *drops her racket* Aho... why didn't you say anything then. *upset, teary-eyed* I don't wanna play a match like that..!
Tezuka: ... I thought I could make it. *hello stubbornness* *sits down on a bench*
Miyuki: Not that, stupid! *shouts-- would never call him stupid in normal circumstances, tears start slipping down her cheeks*
Tezuka: *frowns as he looks up at her*
Miyuki: I-I don't want to play you if you're hurt..! *cries; not angry at him, just afraid he would hurt his arm again*
Tezuka: Then we won't play. *could say that he could play with his right hand, but he has a feeling she won't go with that, so keeps quiet* I'm sorry.
Miyuki: *only wants to play him at his best but that isn't why she's upset* Don't..! *grabs at his shirt sadly* Don't... apologize... *sniffles, still crying*
Tezuka: *a bit startled, but reaches up his right hand to stroke her gently over the head*
Miyuki: *clings to him, too upset by the thought of him being hurt and hiding it even if it's not life threatening to care that she would be too embarrassed to do it otherwise *
Tezuka: .... *is really at a loss of what to do now, but holds her and tries to figure out the next course of action* Mi--Miyuki...
Miyuki: *emotional young girl; doesn't even understand why she's so upset herself*
Tezuka: ... I'm fine. *no, you're not*
Miyuki: *beats at his chest weakly* Liar..!
Tezuka: ... *doesn't stop her, or deny it*
Miyuki: *continues, still crying* Why are you lying... about being hurt..?! Stop it...
Tezuka: ... I don't want to make you worry.
Miyuki: *stops beating at his chest and looks up to him sadly* Then don't lie..!
Tezuka: ... A-aa. I won't.
Miyuki: ...okay... *sniffles; still not convinced but it's a start*
Tezuka: I should stop by the infirmary, just in case. *gets up*
Miyuki: *grabs at his shirt again* Better not...run away... 'kay..? *tries to wipe the tears away*
Tezuka: *smiles at her* Where would I run?
Miyuki: *lets go, not smiling back still wiping at tears; starting to feel a little embarrassed and childish about it now but pretending not to*
Tezuka: Why don't I meet you indoors, where it's warmer? I wouldn't mind helping you with some homework, if you have it.
Miyuki: ... *gives a small nod*
Tezuka: Then I'll see you. *nods at her before starting towards the infirmary*
Miyuki: *stays there for a little while not sure if she should follow him or not and confused why she had overreacted so much*