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bakerstreet2015-07-21 10:37 pm
asoftermeme) wrote in bakerstreet2015-07-21 10:37 pm
On Your Doorstep
On Your Doorstep
They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.
But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.
Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.
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SOUJI YOU'RE A MESS
[No one, that's who. Certainly no one living under her roof no matter how... weirdly... undead? they're supposed to be. He can threaten to kill her or glare sadly at the wall all he wants, she couldn't care less.
As things were, the blonde already went through the whole 'this world is worthless and I am alone so just let me die already' episode herself so the whole act was old and ineffective.
... Except the 'I am a samurai from 1860'. That was... had he not fall from... whatever the thing that spit him out was, she would be calling the cops instead of a doctor.]
Look, you can mop all you want after the doctor sees you, but whether you like it or not he is coming. So just-- please keep your sword away?
[She kneel down in front of the samurai, her face for once softened with concerned. It had been difficult enough to make him admit what the coughing and the bleeding was, but there was no reason for him to just bear with it anymore. Not here, not now, definitely not under her roof. Not ever.]
Please?
I have seen that subject line before...
Unluckily, he had landed on a stubborn one. He sighed frustratedly.]
I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that.
[He flopped himself down on the nearest place to sit, seeming for all the world like a petulant child.]
I don't like doctors.
[In his experience, so many were useless. She was saying that they wouldn't be here, though nice as that sounded, he wasn't sure he believed it, and he was a little too fargone to care. He had always been the one who was supposed to die. Not Kondou. Not Chizuru. He was supposed to protect them, and he'd utterly failed. Why should he be the one stuck still being alive after that?
Yet he somehow remained too stubborn to actually die.]
But since you're saying this one might actually have a cure, I guess it's worth talking to him.
[Much as he may hate his life right now, he still hated that disease more.]
AND I'VE BEEN LAUGHING SINCE THIS MORNING
[He was actually really lucky despite his circumstances; not only did she had the money, but she also had the necessary connections to secure a doctor that wouldn't ask too many questions and willing enough to come all the way to her place to see them.]
And besides...
[Her smile grow mischievous for a few seconds.]
Well, there are still so many fun things to see and do out there. Since you're part of this world now, you have to be at least well enough to enjoy them, Dracula-kun.
Fate is a weird, weird thing, man
He raises an eyebrow at what he can only assume to be some sort of nickname, but it definitely isn't one he understands.]
What sort of name is that?
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[The fact that he's showing signs of curiosity is good. She won't let him die and give up, but she's not gentle or particularly patient-- at least she doesn't think of herself on those terms.
Nevertheless, she still wants him to want to live.]
Well, since it will take the doctor a little while to get here, should we eat something tasty to pass the time?
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Was she planning to read him stories, he wonders? Though he's really not sure he'd want her to.]
If you want.
[He doesn't care, and it's obvious from the tone of his voice. He's not especially hungry, nor does he expect that anything is going to cheer him up just by being tasty. But he's not going to stop her.]
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Yes, tasty food won't fix anything. He'll be just as angry and alone con confused, but... if she can't heal anything, then she can at least try to distract him from his own feelings.
She sits him down by the counter before opening the fridge.]
We use these machines to storage food. That way we can now keep things fresh more easil-- ah, there it is.
[She takes a few cans and bottles and lines them up before him. Ah, yes, carbonated drinks. She takes a can of sprite and slowly opens it for him to see how's done before offering it.]
No alcohol yet, since it won't do to have you drunk when th doctor arrives.
Ahhh the joys unexpected carbonation
Whatever this is, he doesn't really expect it to be interesting, either, though he's quickly proven wrong about that. It's sweet. Very sweet. And... he doesn't even have words to describe that sensation, but it's surprising enough that he very nearly spits it back out. Was that supposed to be a pleasant experience?]
Welcome to the future, you sad samurai
She bites her lip hard, trying her very best to not laugh at him. What a cute reaction! So far she's not being very successful.
"We call the ones that do that 'carbonated drinks'", she so helpfully clarifies, opening up a bottle of cherry flavored water. "Here, this one's just a regular drink". She turns back to the fridge, glancing over its contents once more. Well, right now what's important is to feed him, so he's more likely to enjoy what's familiar...
"Do you like chinese food?".