And this life sentence that I’m serving,
Who: Battler (riddlemered ) and Jinx (hexyoutotuesday )
When: Afternoon, May 12th.
Where: Battler's apartment.
Summary: A redheaded pervert is sick, and Jinx doesn't!care about him so much that she's bringing him soup.
Warnings: Foul mouthed teenagers. And now a lot of sickness, some vomiting, OH YEAH AND BATTLER'S CRYING. He's also being bathed like a child. >>;
Jinx had a hard time with knocking, just like locks had a bad time with Jinx. So, seeing how she and Battler were closer than most, she decided that it would be okay to just walk into his apartment. It's not like anything could stop her, really. "Hey, plague boy! It's me," she called out into the apartment and went to the fridge. She had decided to get him enough soup for the next few days.
Last week she had been so damn happy it almost hurt, and now the weight of the world was falling back on her. Things were getting too real. This was why she tried her best not to get attached to anyone. Yet here she was, bringing tomato soup to Battler. This was probably the first time he had seen her not dressed to kill. Her hair was down and messy, kept out of her face by one of Yukimi's headbands. Her body looked small in an oversized T-shirt, her legs thin in plain black leggings, and she wore a pair of heavy boots. It was something easy. And it was not like she had anything big planned for the next while. She would finish with Battler, go check on Yoite and Miharu, then probably spend the night with Yukimi.
Throwing her bag and coat down aimlessly on the floor, she walked into Battler's bedroom with a styrofoam bowl of soup, a plastic spoon, and a bag of throat lozenges. "Hey, when you come out of your blanket cocoon, will you be a beautiful, gay butterfly?"
When: Afternoon, May 12th.
Where: Battler's apartment.
Summary: A redheaded pervert is sick, and Jinx doesn't!care about him so much that she's bringing him soup.
Warnings: Foul mouthed teenagers. And now a lot of sickness, some vomiting, OH YEAH AND BATTLER'S CRYING. He's also being bathed like a child. >>;
Jinx had a hard time with knocking, just like locks had a bad time with Jinx. So, seeing how she and Battler were closer than most, she decided that it would be okay to just walk into his apartment. It's not like anything could stop her, really. "Hey, plague boy! It's me," she called out into the apartment and went to the fridge. She had decided to get him enough soup for the next few days.
Last week she had been so damn happy it almost hurt, and now the weight of the world was falling back on her. Things were getting too real. This was why she tried her best not to get attached to anyone. Yet here she was, bringing tomato soup to Battler. This was probably the first time he had seen her not dressed to kill. Her hair was down and messy, kept out of her face by one of Yukimi's headbands. Her body looked small in an oversized T-shirt, her legs thin in plain black leggings, and she wore a pair of heavy boots. It was something easy. And it was not like she had anything big planned for the next while. She would finish with Battler, go check on Yoite and Miharu, then probably spend the night with Yukimi.
Throwing her bag and coat down aimlessly on the floor, she walked into Battler's bedroom with a styrofoam bowl of soup, a plastic spoon, and a bag of throat lozenges. "Hey, when you come out of your blanket cocoon, will you be a beautiful, gay butterfly?"