Afternoon After

[medical_miracle]

[set just after 'Finding Things' log, below. And since Aki gets involved, yeah, probably pg-13ish]

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[dango_is_love]

Meanwhile, Aki was poking about his apartment, dragging freshly cleaned sheets around a dusty floor (he hadn't noticed and was half tempted to not bother with making the bed except for the fact that it felt nicer to sleep on sheets instead of just bare matress) before he tossed said sheets and let out a moody "Hmph".

Setting out to buy a more suitable gift for Asuka had yeilded little satisfactory results and Aki was consistently reminded that he was sort of avoiding Kureno and that didn't sit well with him. No, not at all. He just didn't know what to say exactly.

There was a knock and Aki brightened. Maybe it was one of his girls, come to pay him a visit. That would cheer him up.

"...Rin, hey man." Aki wasn't quite able to not sound surprised as he eyed the medic at his front door.

[medical_miracle]

Okay so Rin hadn't just run to Aki's place, he'd run - all out ninja speed, techniques learned from Konoha's Yellow Flash, hadn't even stopped to breathe running - and here he was. Panting slightly, brown-hair pretty thoroughly mussed up, and wearing a t-shirt and jeans in the depths of a chilly fall afternoon.

"Hey, Aki!"

Not that he'd noticed. The medic held out the bundle of returned clothes to Aki, neatly folded, and couldn't help the smile on his face as he handed them over. "I wanted to give these back. Thanks, Aki," he said, entirely heartfeltly.

[dango_is_love]

Aki blinked.

"Uh...thanks." he took them and then eyed Rin. "You need a drink of water man?"

Sheesh, how quickly had Rin come over to drop these off? Or what was he running from? Aki eyed the area behind Rin just in case and then eyed the man himself. "What's up?"

[medical_miracle]

Rin was pretty much buzzing with a rather particular kind of energy, and since it'd been well... a very, very, very long time since anything remotely like it had hit him, he had absolutley no idea about it - save for the fact he was practically being magnetically drawn back to Kakami. He reached back and ruffled his hair behind his head, blinked at Aki as he considered the question and then shook his head. "No, I'm fine. It's fine. Stuff is fine. Look, thanks for... y'know... helping me, and that thing with Kakami is uhm... fixed now." Really, really, really fixed. "And.... so thanks. Uhm, how're you?"

Ah! No, he'd asked a question! Now he had to wait for an answer. Damn his manners!

[dango_is_love]

Oh, ho, ho! Aki leered again. "Nothing little, eh?" he repeated, gray eyes alight with amusement.

That was just plain funny. Aki figured that flustering Rin enough would probably yield the details better than trying to draw them out normally. Nothing like using someone's words against them.

[medical_miracle]

Rin's mouth opened. Then closed. And he bit his lip to keep it that way. No. No, no, no no no no no! He was not falling into this trap! He very carefully considered his next words... and then allowed himself to open his mouth.

"I have to go, now."

There. Simple, concise. No scope for any sort of innuendo or insanity. Rin took a step back from the door. Time to go. Oh yes, way way way past time to go. Before Sakurai walked 'round the corner and Rin got his brains splattered all over Aki's doormat.

[dango_is_love]

"Sure. You got things to do. Big, important things." Another leer. "Say hi to Kakami for me - if you have the time and air to do so!"

Aki quickly shut his door, breaking down in a fit of laughter that could probably have been heard from the other side. Oh this, this was priceless...no one would believe it.

[medical_miracle]

The sound of Aki's laughter, racous and spectacularly crude that it was, set Rin's ears even more aflame - but he knew better than to say or do anything else with regard to the purple-haired shinobi. Rin gathered up what scraps of his sanity he could find and then...

....okay, yeah, he couldn't help the grin that slipped over his face. Or the fire he could feel burning inside him. Oh wow, oh whoa... he needed to get moving. He had somebody to get back to. And when he did, skidding in the front door and kicking an armchair over to physically block it on top of the locks, he materialized back in the bedroom - eyes only for the woman waiting for him - and couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks or the guilty, shy look in his eyes.

"I... uhm... I don't think I want to go out there for a while," he admitted. Because - entirely through his own fault - he'd managed to precipitate the very situation he'd meant to avoid.