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[sadoslash]

Characters: Okita Sougo and Itou Kamotaro (later on Kondo Isao and Hijikata Toushirou)
Location: Itou's room
Rating: PG...I accidentally typed pH. Acidic?
Time: January 17th - January 18th
Description: Slumber party time. No homo.

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VERY ACIDIC

[thricepawned]

Itou had been out trying to do the groceries, avoiding the suddenly crowded clinic, and taking a walk. It was difficult for him to remain inactive for long periods of time, and despite being not up to his usual stamina at all, he found other excuses to keep on moving around. It was probably not a very good idea, but Itou did tend to make horrible life choices.

When Itou did return, his first thought was that he must have been distracted and that he'd walked into someone else's room. Probably some sugar daddy who didn't know what he'd gotten into. That couldn't be Okita Sougo on his floor, eating his food on his pillow and drinking sake like a dangerous little thing.

He stepped back out, and checked the door number again, before sighing and finally entering his apartment. "You do realize that trespassing is a criminal activity, don't you?"

XD haha

[sadoslash]

Sougo's attention slid toward Itou lazily before it returned to the television, waving off the comment. "I knocked before breaking and entering." He fell silent, watching the last drama-filled minutes of his show before the end credits started rolling. Then, he sat up -- pouring himself another bowl cup and downing that. His cheeks were already tinged a bit pink, but that was the only outward sign of him being tipsy.

He rose to his feet easily, heading over to where Itou was and starting to peer in his bags. "Bring back anything good?"

[thricepawned]

He made a face at the smell of sake from Sougo. But he handed Sougo the bag and prodded him to the kitchen. "Isn't it too early to be plastered already, Okita-kun? Put that away, will you." The bag had a bag of chips, some biscuits, tea, a box of milk, and instant noodles.

"Why are you here, again?"

[sadoslash]

He snatched the bag away and peered inside. Eh. Nothing really good. Where was the ice cream or the super spicy senbei? With a roll of his eyes, he did as he was told -- opening the fridge and shoving it all inside. Seemed like a good spot even though most of those groceries didn't need refrigerated.

"I went on a mission yesterday and the arm I broke back at that other mission started bothering me. I figured you probably had some good pain meds here or something." It was a good surface excuse, at least.

THE MORNING AFTER;

[harrasses]

[ Lugging around a variety of different colored vinyl bags, he made his way towards Itou’s room at an unhurried and leisurely pace. The bags were full of over-copious amounts of several types of breakfast foods and their smells were wafting and overpowering the hallway as he walked. It was silent for the most part as he was lost in thought. Between this visit and …. Questioning Hijikata’s everything..

… this really was a heavy job.

Glancing over his shoulder momentarily, he musters up a couple of words between his strides. ]

This is it? [ He side directs his attention to the vice commander before back towards the door. And before receiving any sort of confirmation, puts himself into action. Forgetting about commonplace manners, he twists the door knob, recklessly prying it open belligerently with full force. The door knocks back with a loud thud before he makes his boisterous greeting. ]

SENSEI!!! I BROUGHT FOOD! I hope you’re feeling hungry! [ He also notices Sougo there-- ] So this is where you were! Don’t worry, we brought

Re: THE MORNING AFTER;

[mayotaku]

Ah. Sougo's here as well.

[. . .]

Kondo-san, I'll leave it to you.

[He has had enough of Sougo in Death City as it is. Not only would Hijikata suffer the normal pain and embarrassment coming from the hands of the little terrorist, he'd have to deal with the snark-ass attitude of Itou at the same time.

Hijikata would like to pass on hell, please.

He was quickly turning on his heel to leave before someone could stop him.]

Re: THE MORNING AFTER;

[thricepawned]

[So there's Sougo and Itou on the bed, sprawled together in a drunken mess. Itou's eyeglasses are askew and he's hugging an empty bottle of sake to his chest. It almost looks harmless, except hell has no wrath compared to these two woken up.]

[If there is one thing one should never do to Itou Kamotaro, it's barging into his territory while he's sleeping. At the shouting, the blond jolts to sit up and, in one instinctive motion, hurls the bottle with violent strength at the intruder.]

[His aim is a little off since he's half asleep, though. Might catch someone on the crotch instead.]

SHUT UP.

[Oh, god, his head is killing him. Itou keels over looking like death, landing heavily on Sougo in the process, whatever Sougo might be doing.]

[sadoslash]

[ Sougo was using Itou as a pillow, his legs dangling over the side of the bed -- that is until Itou made the sudden movement and nearly knocks him onto the floor. But it's his commander's obnoxiously loud voice that makes the headache even worse.

And then Hijikata's existence. ]

HIJIKATA!!

[ He grabs the nearest thing he can -- Itou's annoyingly cute cat plushie -- and lobs it directly at his vice commander -- grimacing when Itou crashes into him afterward and firmly pushing him off. Fingertips pinch the bridge of his nose. ]

Where's my bazooka?