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{ as the days grow long I see that time is standing still for me }

Feb 20, 2009 01:53

Who: Kunsel and Tifa
When: Morning of the 16th.
Location: Seventh Heaven, around and abouts.
Rating: PG
Summary: It's ten in the morning and Kunsel's trying to start his day with a hard one. Tifa decides he could use with a different kind of kick to get him going. That being a physical one.

( ...when you’re not here. )

kunsel reinhardt, tifa lockhart

Comments 4

slapping_queen February 20 2009, 16:34:13 UTC

All right. What else could she do while limited to the second floor? She already tidied her room [took no time at all], cleaned Cloud’s room [just a lot of dusting], and reorganized the kids’ room [took way too much time]. There were no more rooms for her to busy herself with, well, aside from the bathroom-now that had possibilities. Though, she liked the possibility of Kunsel simply waking up sometime soon a lot better.

To be honest, she was surprised he hadn’t woken up yet. She’d be down to the bar, back upstairs, down to the bar again, ruffling through the cabinets for a bit of food, and the kids had been down an’ out the door on their way to school. Of course she had been ever mindful of the sleeping occupant, never staying down there too long an’ moving quietly from here to there. She’d warned the children to be quiet too, but….hm. She almost felt like she should have woken him up; that table couldn’t be comfortable or maybe it was-for all Tifa knew, Kunsel started out there. Maybe Kunsel liked the firm, sturdy ( ... )

iluphone February 21 2009, 02:45:33 UTC

Like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar only far more guilty, Kunsel froze in place momentarily as his eyes went wide. Then he flushed a little, though he didn't quite set the bottle of rum he'd taken up as he turned to face her. He smiled apologetically at her, rubbing the back of his neck in an appropriately scolded fashion ( ... )

slapping_queen February 21 2009, 04:01:55 UTC

Wrong answer; that wasn’t what she had wanted to hear. There was something distinctly off about Kunsel wanting to begin the day with a drink or two-of course she didn’t know Kunsel that well and couldn’t be sure if this was unusual or not, but she liked to believe he wasn’t the kind of person that needed alcohol in his system to get through the day. But did that immediately point to something being wrong-that something was off about this morning that he needed to take the edge off with a drink? No ( ... )

iluphone February 22 2009, 22:57:34 UTC

Kunsel only hesitated a moment longer before obligingly handing the alcohol over. It was hers, after all, and this was her bar. Asking him to abide by her rules was well within reason. His smile was a little strained as alcohol changed hands and Kunsel leaned back, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He couldn't quite remember his dreams now that he was awake, but he could remember vividly the feelings those dreams gave him. The helplessness, the overwhelming sense of despair. That feeling of being trapped, that everything in the world was wrong and there was so little he could do to change it. That he had always been part of the disease and not the cure ( ... )