As I break this chair... [CLOSED]
Characters: Kyouya Hibari icaruschmicarus, Chrome Dokuro effortlesspoise and John Watson threeleggeddoc.
Content: ...So, why does he keep running into people he knows?
Setting: The Common Hangar Deck
Time: Right after the Preliminary Round #1 (so it's in between Race 1 and 2).
Warnings: Grumpy Pilot, Deliberately Oblivious Wife and Clueless But Extremely Tenacious Gimp Doctor. Nuff said.
...What in the hell was that old man thinking? Hibari glared at the offending entry for a good, long while before finally shutting his journal off and tossing it to the side. It was a miracle that it didn't smash against the side of his plane's cockpit.
To say that this week just hadn't been his week would be a dire understatement. First Meg (amusing), then Marluxia (not particularly alarming but certainly creepy), then Bansai (there are no words), then Mukuro (bordered on alarming), then Chrome...
Right. Time to stop thinking about it. Hibari jumped down from his cockpit, running a hand through his hair. He felt hot, sweaty and irritated well past the point of coherence. The race had been a welcome break, but not enough to cure the general bad mood that he had been in since the odd reunions had started up. Hence, the first order of business was to physically cool down.
Hibari planned on doing that by heading straight for the pump and communal sinks at the side, and stripping off the top of his flight suit in order to drench himself and hope to god that the ice cold water would shock him back into normalcy.
Content: ...So, why does he keep running into people he knows?
Setting: The Common Hangar Deck
Time: Right after the Preliminary Round #1 (so it's in between Race 1 and 2).
Warnings: Grumpy Pilot, Deliberately Oblivious Wife and Clueless But Extremely Tenacious Gimp Doctor. Nuff said.
...What in the hell was that old man thinking? Hibari glared at the offending entry for a good, long while before finally shutting his journal off and tossing it to the side. It was a miracle that it didn't smash against the side of his plane's cockpit.
To say that this week just hadn't been his week would be a dire understatement. First Meg (amusing), then Marluxia (not particularly alarming but certainly creepy), then Bansai (there are no words), then Mukuro (bordered on alarming), then Chrome...
Right. Time to stop thinking about it. Hibari jumped down from his cockpit, running a hand through his hair. He felt hot, sweaty and irritated well past the point of coherence. The race had been a welcome break, but not enough to cure the general bad mood that he had been in since the odd reunions had started up. Hence, the first order of business was to physically cool down.
Hibari planned on doing that by heading straight for the pump and communal sinks at the side, and stripping off the top of his flight suit in order to drench himself and hope to god that the ice cold water would shock him back into normalcy.