Take It Like A Man [CLOSED]
Characters: Shinji Hirako and Anthy Himemiya
Content: Two sick puppies join together in their misery and try to keep the other from insanity. And maybe do other things.
Setting: Shinji's room
Time: Sometime in the evening, possibly backdated a day or two
Warnings: Lots of moaning. But not that kind of moaning, you sickos. Hahaha... or maybe. Just read and find out.
If someone had walked into a certain blond Quartermaster's room at any point during that evening, they would've found a rather indistinguishable and unmoving cocoon of something on his bed, wrapped in a layers of sheets and blankets. This was the exact position that Shinji remained in for the majority of the day, bathing in incurable pain and wallowing in some semblance of self-pity, because what else could he do? His head was throbbing like a pinball game was going on inside of his skull, and it was not getting any better as the day progressed.
He groaned, curling deeper into his sheets after he'd gotten off the network with Anthy. If she was on her way here, he would have to make himself at least somewhat presentable, right? Right. And so with that thought in mind, the lithe man rolled out of bed sluggishly, tugging a pair of pants off his desk chair.
The room itself wasn't as clean as it typically was, what with the random articles of clothing laying about, and books splayed across the floor. It wasn't the biggest single room he'd ever been in, but for whatever reason, he made some effort to keep it clean, despite being a lazy bastard. Shinji made a poor attempt to kick anything he could beneath the bed, but the sudden motion made his head spin, so he crawled back onto the mattress after all was tucked away, folding himself into a pathetic mass.
Content: Two sick puppies join together in their misery and try to keep the other from insanity. And maybe do other things.
Setting: Shinji's room
Time: Sometime in the evening, possibly backdated a day or two
Warnings: Lots of moaning. But not that kind of moaning, you sickos. Hahaha... or maybe. Just read and find out.
If someone had walked into a certain blond Quartermaster's room at any point during that evening, they would've found a rather indistinguishable and unmoving cocoon of something on his bed, wrapped in a layers of sheets and blankets. This was the exact position that Shinji remained in for the majority of the day, bathing in incurable pain and wallowing in some semblance of self-pity, because what else could he do? His head was throbbing like a pinball game was going on inside of his skull, and it was not getting any better as the day progressed.
He groaned, curling deeper into his sheets after he'd gotten off the network with Anthy. If she was on her way here, he would have to make himself at least somewhat presentable, right? Right. And so with that thought in mind, the lithe man rolled out of bed sluggishly, tugging a pair of pants off his desk chair.
The room itself wasn't as clean as it typically was, what with the random articles of clothing laying about, and books splayed across the floor. It wasn't the biggest single room he'd ever been in, but for whatever reason, he made some effort to keep it clean, despite being a lazy bastard. Shinji made a poor attempt to kick anything he could beneath the bed, but the sudden motion made his head spin, so he crawled back onto the mattress after all was tucked away, folding himself into a pathetic mass.