On Your Doorstep

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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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IT OKAY i was away for the weekend anyhow.

[takirider]

[A long-suffering sigh, followed by a sharp intake of breath and a hiss at the grass-goop.]

Shit, Joji, rub acid on my skin why don't you? I think I'll take the wrap and the vacation over your science, my skin might melt off.

okay :3

[forgottendecade]

[ he doesn't even apologize for the grass-goop's sting. it's medicine, after all. it's not always going to taste like bubblegum and leave a person feeling like he was drunk all the time. ]

I could if you feel if it is necessary. [ he just flicks his fingers against Taki's side, making a slight face at the whole thing about melting off skin before getting some bandages to bind him up with. ] One time I make something that melts skin and you cannot let me forget about it.

:>

[takirider]

It's not, I'll deal. [And do things he shouldn't do with cracked ribs but that's Taki for you.]

[He flinches at the flick, squirming and making a face at him.] And that would be because once is too much for things that melt people's skin.

[forgottendecade]

Yes, yes, and then you will make it worse and then I will have to science something up because otherwise you will lay up for months.

[ just more frowns. c'mon he did say he was sorry. what more did people want from him? an apology and the ability to actually care? he huffs and starts wrapping him up like a mummy. ]

I restored the skin as good as new.

[takirider]

Yeesh, you're like my mother or something. I'll be careful, really.

[Mummification time awww ye. He rolls his eyes a little.]

I think that honestly makes it worse. You melted the skin, and then you fixed it like it never happened. And you know what that is, Joji? That's fuckin' creepy.

[forgottendecade]

I can't be your mother. I have better features than her.

[ is he joking? is he being a brat? is he just Joji? the world may never know.

he's going to make the bandages pretty tight here. oops. ]

Skin is easy to make. All I need is a Formula 47 and a scraping of cells to match the tone properly. Nerves are trickier. I have to use a spindle for those.

[takirider]

You don't know that, because frankly I don't remember what my mom looked like.

[He makes a sort of pained squeaking sound at those bandages, and then huffs because Joji what the fuck.]

You are literally a video game villain. The crazy mad scientist kind.

[forgottendecade]

I could always try to pull the image from your mind.

[ he grins just a little and it's definitely one of those mad scientist wanting to hit the big red button kind of smile. ]

I am no villain.

These days.

[takirider]

Nnno thank you, you can stay the hell out of my mind. What have I told you about being creepy as hell.

[A slight roll of his eyes.]

Doesn't mean you don't for all intents and purposes otherwise greatly resemble one.

[forgottendecade]

Everyone says that, but I am not creepy. The guy who turns into a giant squid is creepy.

[ he huffs just a tiny bit and finishes the last loop of dressing before tying it off. ]

You just wish I stopped making things that you end up fighting, don't you?

[takirider]

Okay that's fair. But you're still creepy, he's just creepier.

[He frowns, shrugging a little.]

So long as it doesn't wind up coming down to us having to fight you because you actually turn out to be some crazy mastermind behind a bunch of shit... Gives me something to do. Though it sort of is a pain in the ass.

[forgottendecade]

I swear you're trying to make me mad.

[ starts packing away some stuff and then waves a hand at a mini fridge. ] Beer, water or juice?

I'm not the crazy mastermind of the multiverse. That title goes to the idiot Rider King when he decides he is having a bad alternate reality trip.

[takirider]

[A chuffed laugh, and a crooked grin.] Sometimes.

...ah. Beer, if you don't mind. What do you even keep juice for?

I was mostly kidding, you know.

[forgottendecade]

Sometimes, he says.

[ he fetches the beer and hands him one before sitting back with another. ] You really want to know?

Save it; you'll still blame me when something starts going nuts in Tokyo because I'm the only mad scientist you know.

[takirider]

With complete seriousness.

[He pulls a face.] Okay maybe not.

Oh shut up. More likely I'll come to you because you may know how to easily deconstruct the thing.

[forgottendecade]

Riders.

[ he shakes his head, amused as all get out, even as he takes a sip of his beer. ] Mixed drinks, if you must know. And some cakes call for real juice.

[ he just admits that he also cooks normal stuff. who knew. ]

I can't deny the truth in that.

[takirider]

[He quirks his mouth a little, muttering.]

Not actually a Rider, you know.

...Juice goes in cake? You bake?

[forgottendecade]

Tomaato, tomauto. [ he waves a hand as if there was that much of a difference between the two. ] There is little difference between you and them.

[ just sort of laughs. ] It's not that hard. Why do people find it weird?

[takirider]

[He frowns a little, but he's flattered. It results in some awkward squirming around because how do compliments, but it makes him feel kinda cool.] Except for the part where they're made of metal and a lot more efficient than I am.

[A beat.]

And probably don't have ribs to break? Metal ribs? I wouldn't know.

Doesn't seem like your sort of thing. Though I guess anybody can make an Easy Bake oven sinister. [A grin accompanies that statement.]

[forgottendecade]

Do you want to be made out of metal? [ just a sly smile because he was sure of the answer. ]

They do. It just takes more than a simple goon to break them, that's all.

Please, like I would trust getting a cake some where that might involve the Cake Boss. And those things cannot be trusted. I swear Easy Bake ovens are the work of Shocker.

[takirider]

[A roll of his eyes.] Not particularly.

Hey now.

I'll keep that in mind.