I'm sorry 'bout the attitude

[gentiana_clusii]

Who: Ken Hidaka (gentiana_clusii), Aya Fujimiya (onceaweiss). Closed.
When: Mid afternoon, Saturday (after this post)
Where: Ken's apartment
Summary: We're all too sober to deal with this shit.
Warnings: ALCOHOLS. Also potentially language.

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[onceaweiss]

Aya was not planning on drinking much but knew what it was like to want company. He could give Ken that. Bottle down the anger for now. It wouldn't be too difficult to manage. Not when he was as used to the task as he was already.

Knocking on the door, he waited for his friend to answer. It hadn't taken him that long to get down here.

Not surprising since a part of him needed to see that it was really Ken on the other side of the door.

[gentiana_clusii]

And now there was a knock, and Aya was coming down so that had to be him. He hoped anyway, because he really kinda didn't want to see anyone else at the moment.

"Coming," he shouted, groaning slightly as he rocked up to his feet and if he wasn't so opposed to the idea of getting his ass killed again he'd owe Nagi a punch to the face later because ow. He supposed he could've unlocked the door before sitting down, but keeping his door unlocked for even a short time was just something he couldn't do--blame the paranoia. Especially since he'd noticed that he didn't actually have his claws at the moment. Where those were, he had no idea.

He was a bit slow in getting to the door and getting it unlocked--his legs still weren't working quite like they were supposed to, and he was a bit clumsy with his left hand but his right was worse than useless. But he got it open fairly shortly after he managed to limp his way over there.

[onceaweiss]

Aya listened carefully to every movement on the other side of the door until finally he heard it open. Then he tilted his head to the side just slightly to look in until he saw...Ken. It really was him. He would have let out a sigh of relief but that just wasn't like him. Instead, he bowed his head in greeting and waited until Ken invited him in.

Paranoia came with the territory of being an assassin. Where people could make attempts on your life at any time, it was understandable. Besides that, Ken had just been killed. Of course he would be nervous about other people. Or rather, wary of other people.

"Ken." Just his name. Nothing else.

His eyes were busy wandering to take in his current state though.

[gentiana_clusii]

Ken stepped aside and motioned Aya in, grinning slightly and lopsidedly. Once he was in, though, the door was locked again, and he was making his slow and hobbled way to the couch again, gingerly sitting instead of falling into it.

Aside from his marked reluctance to move his right arm (and indeed pretty much his entire body,) he looked unmarked. There were no wounds, half-healed or otherwise, no evidence that his right arm had been completely savaged just over 12 hours ago.

"Yeah, that's me," he answered, sounding somewhat tired.