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Post by Nemuri on Aug 3, 2020 16:21:19 GMT -4
zombies only eat brains
so at least we're safe It had taken about twenty minutes overall from the warning about zombies in Tokyo for the Black Sand Inn and Cafe to be all boarded up. The metal rimmed, square tables had been Tetris'd into the large open widow at its front, secured in place with metal shelving and the chairs. The door had also been locked and blocked with more chairs but as it was made of wood, not glass, it was a bit safer. The backdoor, the fire door, was metal and secure from the outside. All the little windows around had been locked, blocked with shelving or tables. Even the heavy couch that was used for people waiting for a table to free up had been placed up against the window.
It helped having a cafe full of Quirked patrons, herself and Sohma, and two decently strong U.A students to help with preparations. Beaumont's Quirk gave them plenty of metal to throw up (literally in the poor bastard's case) on the windows and doors, and Kenji kept the heavier items safely in place as they were being secured. Some people with Quirks had helped move the heavier objects around, others monitored the situation outside. When all was said and done the building was pretty damn safe, and they had enough food to last them a while. All in all not a terrible place to wind up trapped in the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.
Misuzu had spent the time giving room keys to people who didn't want to or couldn't contribute to helping. As more time passed and the afternoon sky started to darken, the only ones still outside of a private room were herself, Sohma and Misuzu, Beaumont, and Kenji. That made some things easier...but it also meant they had two fairly morally white students (in theory) around them when things might be going south, fast. That could be tricky if things escalated.
Which given the military helicopters she saw flying overhead, from her spot on the building's roof, it just may.
Kabukicho would usually be very busy at this time of evening, but as the undead masses walked the street, none of the burlesque clubs, brothels, or bars lit their lamps or opened their doors. Everything remained dark and still, except for the corpses. The lights in the hall and bottom floor of the inn were also darkened to avoid drawing attention.
Nemuri ticked her tongue against her teeth and started descending the stairs from the roof.
Dammit, this is going to be a disaster. It the military gets involved there will be a turf war on top of all this bullshit. Can't we just let the "local security" handle things? Or hell, even the heroes. Leave us all alone you quirkest asses.
Nemuri reached the cafe just in time to see Sohma in the kitchen grabbing more styrofoam cups to fill with gasoline and pitch off the roof at the crowd for shits and giggles. Look, they needed some manner of entertainment, right? Misuzu was one the phone with one of the rooms speaking in her most comforting manager voice--somebody was asking if they could get nearby friends in if they arrived, from the sounds of things. Ugh. That was a sticky situation.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 6, 2020 15:58:02 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd
like his zombies back, plz. OF COURSE, THE GODDAMN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
happened while Kenji was at work. He couldn’t be at home where his gaming system was, or at school where there were ample things to do and people to be around. Nope, he had to be at work. And the initial excitement over “getting to use his quirk to help people” quickly diminished after about the sixth heavy piece of furniture he helped “slippery disc” across the floor. Now that everything was boarded-up and blockaded, the youth’s arms were trembling from the exertion, and that familiar dizziness heavy on his brow.
Could be worse, though.
He could’ve been Beaumont and had to vomit-up a fuckton of metal.
So the redhead, deciding he was not in the worst shape out of everyone, kept his own vertigo struggles to himself. It was something easily-handled by a lemon-lime soda and not moving for a little bit.
So in a spell of quiet—well, relative quiet—Kenji found a few cleaned glasses, and filled them with ice and the aforementioned lemon-lime soda. Two straws. It was dark from blocking-out the windows and keeping most of the lights off, but Kenji knew his way around the counters well enough to do navigate without his sight. Mostly.
The redhead activated sticky sleeves around his hands, painting his immediate surroundings in pink. It made his stomach do flips, but… boy needed to see. Couldn’t give Monty a drink if he couldn’t see him.
“Here,” the redhead insisted, finally finding the blonde, “It’s Fae**. You want it?”
Puking-up anything, particularly metal, couldn’t have been pleasant, ergo Kenji’s offer. The redhead would wait for his classmate and coworker to either accept the glass (at which point Kenji would deactivate his quirk) or he would set it beside Beaumont if the other boy either declined it or made no indication of hearing him.
Kenji’s sticky sleeves flickered back out of existence, and he drew his own drink to his lips, relishing the acrid tingle of carbonation. Sohma was in the kitchen, Misuzu was on the phone. A purposeful pair of footsteps crossed back into the now-cleared café. Kenji walked carefully towards the source of the noise, sipping on the soda.
“Nemuri—“ Kenji greeted simply, leaning on the counter, “How are things?”
She’d vanished for a bit. Kenji could only assume it was either to check-on guests or check the perimeter.
“Need me to move anything else?”
For as tragic as Fuchu had been for the youth, he was decidedly more levelheaded about the presence of zombies—years of video-games had primed the youth for zombie-fights. But he had never been primed for the return of his abusive asshole-father.
Kenji sipped the soda he'd poured for himself, awaiting direction from his manager.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 18, 2020 9:19:56 GMT -4
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This quirk was the worst...
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The absolute worst quirk...
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Pacing only did so much in a time of crisis, especially throwing up copious amounts of malleable metal against his body's will. Yet he had to, there were no other logical choices to be made...they had people to protect and keep safe. This particular blonde promised himself that he wouldn't dare turn a blind eye to his peers in their time of need, it would be selfish and hypocritical of him if he didn't use his quirk. The boy was incapable of speech because the burns coating the entirety of his mouth and throat were blistered with burns. Honestly, his medicine would have done jack shit...so it didn't matter that he left it back at his dorm today.
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Plus, the side effects could be pretty bad if he were to overdose which you can damn well bet he would have been tempted to do in his current condition. You know what though? Everyone was that much safer and to him...that's all that mattered. All the suffering he was going through was worth it to ensure that those around him would make it through the night, live to see the elusive tomorrow that would never come for some. Right now...after pushing himself to and beyond his limits, he wanted to stay out of the way since there wasn't much he could do now.
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In fact, his body even felt a bit numb, save for all the damn sores he harbored within as he sat there on the ground. Pale and glazed over eyes that just focused on nothing in particular since...well...it's not like he could look outside. Walking around on his own was an incredibly stupid idea as well in his condition. If folks didn't know better, they'd probably mistake him for the living dead in that little corner. Kenji's voice stirred a reaction from the eerily still teen who slowly brought that pale blue gaze of his up toward his co-worker and neighbor, shakily tilting his head upward with a subtle little smile.
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Those shaky nerves were silently screaming at him to stop moving as he reached up to take the glass, bowing his head as a silent form of gratitude. When his friend turned and walked away, Beaumont stopped himself from trying to grab his shirt and keep him around for a moment more. Selfish, so selfish...he was still in good enough condition to help people, it was best not to keep him around. Instead, he hung his head and stared at the glass of Fae in his grast, wondering to himself if he'd suffocate while trying to drink it. Furrowing his brows in deep thought...maybe...sipping it slowly would help?
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It would certainly make the blood he was forced to swallow more tolerable.
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Remaining quiet as could be, he slowly sipped the drink trying to stay alert despite his own condition at the moment. The princely blonde knew that though he wasn't the most useful at this time...that wouldn't stop him from fumbling into a zombie to buy a person time if absolutely necessary. His body may feel like it was on fire but hey, if he could do something helpful somehow, he would make that A+ effort!
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Post by Nemuri on Aug 21, 2020 7:27:28 GMT -4
zombies only eat brains
so at least we're safe Conveniently both Kenji and Beaumont were hanging out at the back of the shop near the bar when Nemuri came into the room, just as a pink light faded out and left the room in darkness utterly again. Kenji greeted her and Monty, uh, couldn't, probably. She didn't know how it felt to throw up molten metal but it had to do wonders for ones esophagus. Yikes. Her lips pursed together in a worried little frown as she walked up to them and grabbed a bottle of painkiller that she kept behind the jar of sugar--for when caffeine wasn't enough to stop the headaches in the morning--and tossed it between her hands as she approached. "Same as they were. A lot of zombles proving to be the worst customers ever. But at least they're not swarming this place anymore. The blockade's doing it's job."
"So you can chill. I don't think we'll need anything else unless that breaks." She tapped the bottle of pain killers against what she believed to be the back of Monty's head, leaning over and nursing his cup of soda. "Would these help? They're not the sort that can give you stomach aches but I've got no idea how they'll do with your Quirk. I can call in a doctor? Assuming he's not been eaten? The power's not dead, at least." Yet. She rapped her knuckles against the wooden bar after saying that. "Or how 'bout a bucket of anti-acids. Would that help at all? Like, for real. We've got them in chalky pill form or that pink liquid with the texture of glue; whichever suits your fancy."
Poor poor kid. Kids. Both of them had used their Quirks to the point of aches and pains but yikes. The worst hers gave her was perpetual exhaustion and migraines, and Sohma had busted nerves in his hands. Neither of theirs caused them that sort of agony. Something cold was a good start, though.
"On that note," Nemuri put down the bottle, either into a waiting hand or just on the counter, "You guys should go up and get some rest. Like, actually try to sleep? It's supposedly the best medicine. I wouldn't know but...look, I can give you a bottle of black sugar to help with that. But if things get bad again you'll want some energy back."
Nemuri looked at Misuzu, who had hung up the phone with a long, heavy sigh. Seemed things had not gone well. But tensions were high, and it wasn't like they had rooms for every person trapped out there--let alone had people to send in search of survivors to fill those rooms. Misuzu was never good at getting yelled at.
"Misuzu? We got rooms for these guys?"
Misuzu looked over to them, bubblegum pink eyes casting just the faintest bit of light in the darkness, like a glow-in-the-dark toy that wasn't at full charge. "Mmm? Oh, yes, of course. We have...two keys left." She reached up for the wall of keys they kept and picked the remaining two from their hooks. She hesitated, though, to get the second. Nemuri tilted her head in a silent question that Misuzu glanced down from. "...well, I don't want to sound selfish, but I was hoping to lay down, too, for a little while. I'm. I'm not feeling well either. But it's not as bad as--"
"Still pain, Misuzu," Nemuri cut her off curtly, "You take one of those, give them the other. You can share a room, right?" She looked in the vague direction of Kenji. "I know it isn't ideal but I'd honestly feel better if nobody was left alone right now. Which includes you two. And as cute as you both are I think Misuzu would be more comfortable with me or Sohma," a little smirk, "No offense."
"Nemuriii..." Misuzu keened, the light of her eyes narrowing with them, "Is now the time for jokes?"
"I'm contractually obligated to snark, Misu. Don't blame me. Blame the higher ups," her smile widened, especially as she heard the sound of a palm hitting a forehead. She closed the distance between herself and Misuzu to press her forehead against her own, and spoke softer. "You go upstairs too, alright? I'll be up in a bit. Sohma's on watch."
Misuzu was quiet for a moment. Then gave a little "okay" before wrapping her arms around Nemuri for a small, tight hug before letting go. She was trembling. Nemuri's eyes went a little wider. Huh. Yeah, she wasn't doing well. Shockingly not everyone was handling a zombie pandemic with dry wit like herself. Nemuri returned it, as brief as it was, before she took a little glass bottle off the shelf and held it out for Kenji to take.
"Here. It'll help you to fall asleep, even in this shitstorm. Misuzu will show you to your room."
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 24, 2020 1:52:01 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd
like his zombies back plz MONTY DIDN'T RESPOND, AT FIRST. Maybe he fell asleep? But his eyes were open… the redhead started to lower his hand, uncertain. But then, Monty lifted his gaze and smiled faintly. Kenji reflected the smile, reflexively, uncertainly. Something about Monty’s expression made Kenji’s throat clench. But Kenji still managed to hand him the glass. The stress of the shambling creatures outside, and the exhaustion of having used his quirk to the point of nausea, had left the teen emotionally prone. Nothing a good cry wouldn’t fix.
Rather than risk shedding tears in front of Monty, though, Kenji turned to greet Nemuri upon her return. It was better than letting Monty see that uneasy look that was creeping into Kenji’s eyes. He asked how it was, if there was anything he could do—please, give him some kind of distraction. Something that didn’t make him feel like a sitting duck.
She had nothing for him, except to chill.
“Alright,” Kenji agreed, his lips forming a hard, white line. He glanced back at Monty. The room tilted dangerously. Whoa, not fun—the redhead scratched his head, then went to the space next to where Monty was sitting, steadying himself by slouching against the wall.
It was like when Kenji was a kid—when you stood on the playground and spun so fast that the world around you was a blur, until you lost your balance and fell and laughed at how silly the spinning was. Except he hadn’t been spinning at all. And he wasn’t laughing. The redhead closed his eyes, drawing his drink to his lips as Nemuri spoke to Monty, offering him antacids and doctors and anything that came to mind, it seemed.
Kenji lifted his head when Nemuri insisted that they should get some rest, humming skeptically. Sleeping? With zombies outside, and with Monty in the shape that he was? Fat chance.
“Black sugar would help,” Kenji agreed, before his gaze was tugged down towards the crown of Monty’s head again. It would help Monty. Kenji was going to stand watch.
Nothing to do about vertigo but lay down and let it run its course.
Nemuri took command of the situation, as the boss should. The pragmatism of it all—and Kenji’s decision not to sleep—helped the child take the news of a single room to themselves without getting flustered.
“Sounds good,” Kenji agreed, sighing heavily. None of his usual spit and vigor, no bantering, no theatrical protests—this was Kenji when shit got real. All business. All concern, “No offense taken.”
He’d rather be where he could keep an eye on Monty, anyways, not with Misuzu. No offense.
“Need a hand?” Kenji asked his classmate, “Or at least let me hold your drink…”
As he said this, he extended a slender hand, intent on helping hoist Monty to his feet. While Misuzu and Nemuri spoke amongst themselves, Kenji spoke to Monty.
“I know your mouth is in rough shape right now,” he murmured, “So you can signal to me what things you want, okay? I’m definitely grabbing the black sand. Give me one tap for antacid tablets, two taps for liquid antacid, three taps for just a drink, or four for nothing.”
It was… a pretty smart idea, honestly. Kenji was pretty surprised that he’d thought of it on his own. But… he was in the best shape, between the two of them. That meant he had to take care of things.
Nemuri pried the teen from his quiet conference, which Kenji would leave only after Monty gave him some sort of silent indication of what he wanted. Kenji took the glass bottle into his expectant hand, slipping it into his pocket.
“Can I get some of that antacid too, please? For Monty?” Kenji clarified, before specifying the kind the blond had requested—or, if he hadn’t requested any, he’d ask for the liquid. Just in-case.
“Thanks.”
This would be tucked into his other pocket, so that the pockets of his slacks bowed-out awkwardly, before sauntering back towards Monty. As soon as Misuzu was ready, the redhead would begin to follow her, casting reluctant glances back at Monty as they went.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 24, 2020 7:06:27 GMT -4
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Off in outer space, trying to forget how much pain he was really in...and you know, cloaking the taste of blood with some zesty Fae. Wincing a little bit, he shuddered from the sip and closed his eyes. Maybe...audio cues would be better to focus on? This was just a nightmare...truly unpleasant all around...but at leas he did his part. Feeling the bottle filled with pills lightly boop his head, he parted his lips and...didn't really have any words to say.
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A soft, raspy wheeze escaped him as he held back a sputtered cough, clenching his teeth tightly before taking in a deep breath followed with a slow, soft exhale. Right...stupid him, talking wasn't very smart right now. So he shook his head and furrowed his brows since he'd probably choke on the pills. Shaking his head, not sure if she was able to see him or not, but no, it was a bad idea...probably. Unless he crushed them up, or something, but he wasn't sure and he didn't want to bother a doctor either so that was another vote of no from the silent teen.
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Although honestly, her grim sense of humor definitely was baffling, but for some reason it was still kind of...funny? It almost seemed like the sort of joke Kenji might make which...it made his heart flutter a bit as he glanced off to the side. A few beads of sweat rolled down his reddened cheeks, his body was quite literally overheating...a bit more so when his thoughts played out a Kenji version of that doctor joke. For whatever mysterious reason, it was cute when he thought of how his friend and neighbor would deliver the dark horse of humor in a playful manner...er...if it was him, that is! Though his smile faltered when he heard his boss offer Black Sugar and...it was a special item, wasn't it?
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Kenji should have it...
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So quiet he remained, sipping his Fae with a soft, subtle wheeze once more as he stared down at the cup his was drinking down...but when he heard Misuzu's voice. Oh man, something about her sounded broken...she should be resting rather than pushing herself. Though he was glad she had Nemuri to remind her that the usually chipper woman shouldn't downplay her own pain. They were fortunate to work here...having a boss that cared about all of them. Beaumont couldn't say a damn thing right now, but he appreciated her so much in this moment of crisis. What caught him off guard was Kenji's voice that prompted those vacant, icy blue eyes of his to rest upon his fellow first year and slowly blinked a couple of times.
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Now wasn't really the appropriate time for protesting someone's help and trying to do things on his own, was it? Nope, so he looked to the Fae within his grasp and finished it up, setting it down in a place that felt like it would be out of the way. Reaching up, his heated fingertips gently trailed along the scrawny boy's palm before finally grasping upon his wrist...pulling himself up to his feet with the other boy's help and let out a soft huff. Beaumont's body felt like a hot cup of tea that was only comfortable to the touch during a winter day or chilly evening...so he was glad there was a bit of a buffer between the fabric and their skin right now. Furrowing his brows as the guy who normally had an unnatural amount of energy as he asked him a question. Aaaaa but how was he supposed to answer?!
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Before he could get even more frustrated, especially since he just pointed out the obvious in his current predicament, it seemed like Kenji had an idea for them to communicate. Huh...oh....okay. Well maybe the antacid would work...? Reaching over with his opposite hand, he brought it to the shorter teen's shoulder and tapped gently two times. Resting his hand there for a moment to give it pause. Yikes...another drink might actually help...okay, lifting his hand again, he then did a series of three taps, trying to convey that another drink would be nice.
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A weakened grip such as his own wasn't enough to hold onto him and...he felt him slip past his grasp. For a moment, he reached toward his back but it's like the blonde's nerves crapped out and his hands dropped to their sides. That vacant gaze watched him fade away into the darkness a bit before he walked away to get things he requested. Instead of trying to reach out again, he shuddered before reaching up to grasp upon his own arms and looking down. Alone...like this...why was he feeling so damn needy...?
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Shuffling toward where he thought Misuzu's voice trailed from earlier, he staggered a bit, but the weakened teen managed to keep enough balance that he didn't fall. Pacing his wheezy breaths, steam rolled along his cheeks from the corners of his mouth as he felt like it was probably better for Kenji if he didn't make physical contact for long periods of time. His body would cool down gradually but geeze...he didn't want to burn him by accident! Slow, careful steps...
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Post by Nemuri on Aug 24, 2020 13:33:23 GMT -4
zombies only eat brains
so at least we're safe Nemuri had already decided about a decade ago that she was never going to have kids, and seeing Monty in as much pain as he was--brought about by her own request for help no less--she couldn't imagine if it was her kid in such a state. Yeah, no. It was hard enough seeing a teenager with no blood relation going through such hell. As if she really needed the affirmation on that. At Kenji's request Nemuri bent over to open the fridge beneath the bar and pushed aside bottles of cold brew coffee to pull out a decently sized pink bottle of thick liquid. She shook it and handed it over. "It's open but still sanitary. There's paper cups in the rooms next to the sink--about a third of one of those should be good." She smiled a little easier. The kids were taken care of. Good. "Sweet dreams, nerds."
Misuzu stepped lightly around them to the gate that latched the bar off from the rest of the room, opened it, and held it open for Kenji and Monty to follow suit. Then to the stairs they went. There was an elevator, and it wasn't clear if "a zombie outbreak" counted as an "in case of emergency", but she still went for them. Their rooms weren't on any of the higher floors anyway. "Your room is on the fourth floor," she filled the silence with a soft voice, pink eyes still casting just enough of a glow to be seen on the stairwell, but she'd also pulled out her phone and was using it as a flashlight. There weren't windows in the stairwell for it to be seen from.
"There should only be one window, but it is overlooking the street, so please keep the dark curtains drawn or the lights out...um, sorry." She laughed weakly. "I've been repeating that for the last couple of, um, hours. I...I know you two know what to do. You're smart. Sorry. Um...oh, do you need help knowing how to apply the sand?"
They reached the door to the fourth floor soon enough, and Misuzu clicked the light of her flashlight off once they were all on the same platform, then opened the door. The plain concrete stairwell opened into the hallway; with doors made of dark walnut wood, the walls trimmed with decorative (absolutely not real) gold, and the carpet along the floor a deep purples. Of course everything was too dark to really see this clearly, but at least it wasn't as pitch black as the cafe, as the windows weren't boarded up. A single one at the end of the hall leaked neon lamplight in, bathing everything in orange light. Misuzu counted the door numbers down to the right one, then placed the key in and turned it. It was a proper metal key, not a key card, and it creaked a little as it turned, but it worked.
"Here you two are," she stepped back and smiled softly, "Rest well. Hopefully when we wake up it will be...normal."
Misuzu dipped her head, then went back toward the stairwell, leaving the boys alone.
The inside of the room, without the lamps on and with the curtains drawn, was properly pitch black. But once the lamp was lit everything was once again warm brown and purple. The carpet was thicker, and looked nice against the dark brown leather of an armchair by the window, and the walnut wardrobe and desk (that always showed up at hotels but, seriously, who ever used a desk at a hotel?) on the wall. The bed itself was draped with clean white sheets and a golden yellow comforter that was pulled down just to the foot of the bed. It was summer after all. The lamps all had those dangling bits of fringe that, as well as the shade, matched the purple rug, and the curtains were black and thick enough to completely keep out the light outside (or in this case keep the light inside). It was all very cozy.
And, of course, there was a bathroom to the immediate left of the door, with a bath and shower. The paper cups that Nemuri had spoke of were right next to the sink, as well as some soap and other toiletries.
Next to the bed a mock-antique clock displayed the time: it was about a quarter to eleven. It felt later.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 26, 2020 0:15:34 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd
like his zombies back, plz KENJI FLINCHED SLIGHTLY WHEN MONTY COUGHED, the frown deepening on his expression. Even from this distance, Kenji could feel the heat roiling off of him, as though he was standing near the closed door of an oven. Kenji only further confirmed how broiling hot his friend was when Monty’s fingertips grazed his palm, before clenching around his wrist. The redhead winced. It was like touching hot faucet. Still, he managed to hoist the blond to his feet.
The redhead’s heart fluttered when Monty’s hand lit on his shoulder. What was he—why was—oh. Two taps. That was… what was that again?
Right, liquid! Liquid antacid. Then three taps. More to drink.
“N-no problem,” Kenji breathed.
Taking care of Monty was something that Kenji could focus on. Something that could take his mind off of the craziness around them. Monty released the redhead, and Kenji took this as his silent permission to leave. As Nemuri retrieved the antacid, Kenji went to the drink machine, gathering a fresh glass and filling it with Fae. He also topped-off his own glass, then deposited the both of these on a tray. He could bring it back down in the morning.
Kenji took the tray up in his hand, but grasped it in two hands rather than one. Hopefully, with how the room was spinning, he didn’t drop the drinks…
“Thanks,” Kenji said again, in response to Nemuri’s well-wishes.
Rather than bank towards the elevator, the trio went instead to the stairs. Kenji sighed. Ho-kay, stairs with vertigo—here went nothing. Kenji move the tray into one hand, activating a meager sticky disc at his palm and reaching for the railing with his free hand. Besides, the disc helped them to see that much better.
Kenji clenched his teeth against the flips that his stomach did. Yeah, yeah, he was running on empty—just until he got to the room, then no more power-use.
Misuzu’s voice echoed off of the stairwell, running through some canned precaution that she’d likely given all of the guests.
Kenji smiled, exhaling sharply.
“Don’t worry about it,” the redhead reassured her. He had a few of those canned lines, too, picked up from waiting tables. Then, in terms of the black sand, “I’ve heard Nemuri explain it a few times. I can probably figure it out.”
Then back to focusing on keeping the sticky sleeve on, keeping the tray flat, and not tumbling ass-over-kettled down the stairs.
Before long, the trio arrived at the fourth-floor room. Kenji disengaged the sticky disc as soon as they were on flat ground again, clasping the tray in both hands. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by the room—he’d only ever been in the downstairs area, never in the upstairs rooms.
It was so… regal. Even Kenji could see that in the dim half-light.
“Goodnight, Misuzu-san,” Kenji said after the co-manager, “See you in the morning.”
Funny, how such a well wish felt so profound when everything was so crazy. There was no uncertainty there. No possibility of not seeing her. Everything would be fine. They would see her.
Finally, Kenji turned his attention the room. It was… comfortable. High-class. Rich browns and purples and yellow’s. Kenji’d never seen a room so color-coordinated and inviting. So retro, almost European. Plush leather chair. And the bed looked fit for a king.
The bed, not beds. Kenji had only slept in a hotel once, but… didn’t places like these usually have two beds, not one? His heart was hammering again, threatening to leap right out of his throat. Or perhaps that was the nausea from quirk overuse?
Kenji crossed the threshold into the room, setting the tray that bore the drinks upon the desk. The teen then emptied his pockets, depositing both the bottle of liquid antacid and the black sand onto the tray.
Kenji glanced back at Monty, smiling faintly. Every expression of his was tinged with exhaustion, even his smiles. None of his usual vigor was there.
“Home sweet home,” Kenji announced, “Right? I’m pumped about finally getting to see the inside of one of these rooms. I’ve only ever been downstairs. It’s… cute, right?”
Why was he so nervous? Kenji’d slept over at peoples’ houses before, this was no different… it was just like a… slumber party with Monty! Right?
Alone… with one bed… with Monty.
Focus on the task at hand! Monty was burning-up, Kenji had felt that when he’d hoisted the other boy to his feet! Now was no time to worry about being in a room unaccompanied.
“Would a… would a shower help?” Kenji asked his friend, shaking the thoughts away with the shake of his head, “Like, a cool shower? I know people take cold showers when they have fevers…”
Sure, Monty was overheating from quirk use, not sickness, but… maybe it operated on the same principle?
“I’ve got the drinks here, too,” the redhead insisted, “Whatever helps.”
Kenji strode towards the bathroom, retrieving the disposable cups that Nemuri had spoken of, and delivering those to the tray, too.
“What’s your pleasure?” Kenji persisted, “Point me in the right direction. Literally.”
The teen cracked a smile. It was almost like being Monty's personal waiter. Or perhaps even his nurse.
| ft. monty (+nemuri) quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: and then there were two, oooo~ *wiggles fingers spookily* >w< |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 26, 2020 2:10:57 GMT -4
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Normally he had a better head on his shoulders to avoid quirk overuse and fatigue to such an extent...except during the riots. That in of itself was a special circumstances situation since he was significantly limited on options and choices, there was so little he could do back then. It was either keep pushing through or endure the weighted conscience of neglecting what he could do, allowing people to die. Allowing genocide to just happen all willy nilly wasn't an option, not by a long shot. So of course, he had to do all that he could...but things could have been done better.
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Everything was in the past and behind him, a day in which his life took a large pivoting point to change him into who he was right here in this very moment. Though he was struggling to hold himself up and keep up with them, Beaumont made damn sure he was also keeping an eye on them in case either of them collapsed so he could help them up. Both of them were in better shape and all, but they were undoubtedly still in poor condition. This particular blonde teen wasn't the kind of person to prioritize himself over others, unless he didn't have a choice that is. Once they made it to the room, he lightly bowed his head toward Misuzu and hoped that Nemuri could check on her soon.
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Sighing softly beneath his breath with what sounded almost like a distressed hiss, rather than taking in the sight of the room...he had other priorities. Latching the locks with shaky hands, he figured if worse came to worse, this would buy them some time. That's all they might have, so of course he needed to get that taken care of to assure that there were a few buffers in place. Taking a moment to rest his forehead against the door, he paced his breaths and then pushed off of it slowly as a few more beads of sweat dripped off his face. Crap...he really needed to cool off internally and externally..
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No one wanted hallucinations, not even him, but never has he been in such poor condition. What to expect...he...really didn't know and was dreading how awful he felt as is. Bleeding blisters from within...possibly even ulcers, so would the antacid work? Hell if he knew, but he was tempted to do something crazy like take it and chug the whole damn bottle. Constantly, he had to remind himself that even though he had a quirk based on his stomach for the most part, he was still capable of overdosing.
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Though he was checked in psychologically and listening to Kenji, he'd have to get back to him later...
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Slowly but surely, he fixed the curtains, carefully overlapping them so they could keep the room lit properly. With how they both went crazy with their quirks, he figured having more light benefit the both of them. After that, he grabbed the chair and dragged it into position so that it would keep the fabric in place. This way, they wouldn't have to worry about easily brushing against it by accident to leak any light to the outside. Looking over his shoulder...he was a little confused on why Kenji was willing to be so doting over him.
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Sure, they'd gotten closer, but he was on the fence at times about where they stood and how close they really were...probably because he was the sort to do all these wild tests of courage that Beaumont didn't really support. Whatever, though...it wasn't his place to be a gate keeper..Colt taught him that's how you ruin relationships and he didn't want to push someone away, especially not Kenji. Slowly, he strode over to the bed and sat at the side...not really sure how in the world to communicate without goofing it up as he did with Kiersa during the exhibition. Taking off his shoes, he probably should have done that at the door, but he had priorities to assure chances at having buffers to survive if things went south. Laying the socks out over his shoes so they could at least dry out, he tucked them beneath the bed with a frown.
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Getting the damn metal plate he wore off would be a good start. Fuck, but these buttons were plastic and with how uneasy his grip felt? He might actually melt those tiny pieces of plastic and ruin his uniform shirt. Nemuri seemed like a reasonable boss, but ruining a uniform like this when he didn't have to would probably upset her. Okay...so how in the world was he going to ask for what he needed?
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This was like the world's shittiest game of charades...wasn't it? Burying his face into his palms with a frustrated wheeze, he moved his hands back to move his hair out of his eyes, almost getting to the point of needing a hair tie as the days carried on. Order of operations...uhhh...crap. Pointing to the tray, then to Kenji with one hand, he then used the other to motion toward him like come here and lowered his head for a moment to silently add a please. He'd need all the stuff on it anyway...antacid, then once he got this dumb shirt off and the metal plate which wasn't helping him much at all.
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He'd need to chug the drink and head to the bathroom so that maybe he could cool his body down to a more reasonable temperature. While he waited for the fiery haired boy, he tried to unbutton his own shirt...but hung his head and stopped after a bit since he was struggling to succeed. This was such bullshit...even though he did the right thing, these minor things were starting to get to him and he wasn't one to lose his cool with ease but...man...who would have thought that such simple things becoming this difficult would be this annoying?!
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 26, 2020 3:45:57 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd
like his zombies back, plz KENJI FOLLOWED THE BLONDE WITH HIS EYES, waiting for some gesture or indication. Instead… Beaumont locked the doors, fixed the curtains, and moved the armchair to the center the window… ignored Kenji’s offers altogether. Okay… on his own then…
Well, since the redhead also felt nauseous, maybe some antacid first? Kenji wrestled with the plastic-wrapped cups, freeing a pair of them from their sealing. Each plastic cup was deposited on the tray, and then Kenji set about opening the antacid. It clicked a few times before he realized the cap was childproof. After a marginal struggle, he managed to open it. Kenji poured a third of a cup apiece, just as Nemuri had directed, then closed it.
Then, with each cup pinched in his fingertips, he turned to face the room again. Monty was seated on the bed now, peeling off his socks and shoes. Kenji breathed-in and then sighed. Maybe… Monty didn’t… want help? Maybe this was normal for him, and he just wanted to deal with it on his own…?
The blonde gestured towards him, pointing at the tray, then pawed at the air, beckoning Kenji over. Kenji smirked sleepily and strode towards the bed, extending one of the paper cups of pink liquid towards him.
“Here,” the redhead offered, “Worth a shot, right?”
Whether or not Monty took the cup from Kenji’s hand, Kenji would swirl the cup closest to him before slamming it back. Anything to help with the vertigo-induced nausea. The teen swallowed hard, sticking his tongue out.
“Nemuri wasn’t joking, this shit tastes like glue. Bleeehhh.”
Kenji’s gaze lingered on Beaumont, trying to discern what the other boy was doing. He seemed to be fussing with his shirt, albeit unsuccessfully. Finally, Monty resigned himself and dropped his hands.
“Can I help?”
Easy question. Didn’t require a verbal response. But for whatever reason, it sent a rush of heat into Kenji’s face.
Assuming that Monty gave Kenji an affirmative reaction, Kenji would set his empty paper cup on the bedside table before returning to help his friend and coworker. Kenji could feel the heat roiling off of Monty’s body. God, he must have been miserable.
“I-it’s nice that Nemuri let us take a room,” Kenji said conversationally, starting with the top button that Monty had been fussing with, “I was worried we would have to sleep on the floor downstairs. Heh.”
With Monty effectively mute, Kenji needed to fill two people’s worth of silence. Being alone with Monty made him squirrelly, which meant even more rambling.
His delicate hands, calloused from his active lifestyle, were shaking a little. The heat from Kenji’s face had crept into his ears. God, this was weird—treating another guy his age like they were some kid that didn’t know how to dress themselves. Maybe that’s why Kenji was so nervous? He knew he wasn’t the motherly type, and felt weird about doting on another guy.
But like… he couldn’t watch Monty struggle… not when he was in such rough shape. Kenji was just doing the right thing. Anyone would do this, in his situation.
“I mean, I have a hoodie, so… it wouldn’t have been too bad, I could’ve bundled up and found a cozy corner, but… not the best place to be if the barricade doesn’t hold…” Kenji remarked, frowning slightly, “I like this much better.”
It felt… safer. Especially with the additional precautions that Monty had taken, even in his feverish state. The redhead freed the last button, giving a satisfied, “There!”
Then… he stepped back marginally. Kenji tucked his hands in his pockets.
“What else? N-need me, or do you got it?”
| ft. monty (+ nemuri) quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour ooc notes: clearly he's nervous because of his chronic fear of shirts /s |
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 26, 2020 10:21:46 GMT -4
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A defeated, hiss of a sigh rumbled out of him as steam rolled past his lips followed up with a nod. Yeah...it was worth a shot and at least with Kenji having been the one that was helping him with the medicine side of things, he wouldn't get desperate and chug the entire freaking bottle. With the way he happened to be, his current condition...he was desperate to feel better. Thankfully, he didn't have the stuff from his doctor otherwise oh boy, he'd already need medical attention. Once could argue he already needed a doctor, but he wasn't so far gone that he actually required hospitalization.
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Taking the cup from the helpful boy when it was offered, he couldn't help but offer a weak, short lived smile as the announcement of how nasty this antacid tasted. Well, the worst it tasted...the more helpful it was, at least that's what his mom used to say to make him feel better about taking medicine. A soft, raspy chuckle before slowly sipping his share of this gluey junk...making an effort to coat his mouth and throat for a sense of comfort. It wasn't much at all...but eh...better than absolutely nothing while this horrible condition ran its course. Setting the cup down once he was done with it upon the nightstand, he tried with the dang button and noticed the corners were lightly melted...shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
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When he heard the fellow teen offer his help...god he just looked up at him with a miserable little pout and nodded because geeze...he's still not able to get a stupid button undone?! Yeah...he needed someone else to do this. Slowly blinking, Beaumont listened to his efforts at breaking the silence and responded with a nod because yes...yes it was nice for Nemuri to give them a room. When he seemed worried about sleeping on the floor, that was answered with a little tilt of his head...oh? He'd let Kenji have the bed, then.
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Despite looking so regal and well kept most of the time, this blonde teen over here didn't mind sleeping on the ground and already did just that during an impromptu sleep over with Fion. So that was completely fine by him, no problem at all! Even when he went on to talk about cozy corners made better with a hoodie, he...had a point about how it would be rough over there if the barricade didn't hold. At least up here, they had more time in the event things got worse. Furrowing his brows slightly...he finally noticed that Kenji's face was a little red. Huh...was it because of the heat his body was producing or was the red head not feeling good?
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Best to keep those hands to himself, then...just in case....
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Peeling off the shirt, it revealed that he had a crop top with a metal plate which...ugh...god...that was probably going to burn his friend so he held up his hand as though to silently tell him to stand by. Fanning out the sweaty shirt a little bit...that was going to feel gross to wear later. Then again, he had spare clothes over in the employee area where his back pack was...he could change later. Nemuri seemed reasonable enough that she'd allow him another shower before going, especially if he was going to offer to do some room service before heading back to campus. Slowly getting up, he walked with a slight wobble and tried not to collapse since...ugh...his body was aching a bit on top of feeling dizzy.
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Laying the shirt over on top of the chair, he figured it might help to air it out and after that he pointed toward the bathroom before pawing about at the air for him to follow along. Slowly and carefully, he was prying the plate from his chest, without a doubt, it would have burnt a normal person. Sitting next to the tub with a sigh, he just blankly stared at the cold water faucet then back to Kenji whenever he popped in...theeeeeen back to the faucet that would produce cold water. It was like a cat wanting food or something in particular that was out of reach, he needed both hands to hold the metallic plate and didn't want to risk damaging any of Nemuri's property. First things first, he'd need to cool the metal off so he could plop it somewhere before continuing to take care of himself, thankfully with Kenji's help.
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...at least he wasn't alone.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 26, 2020 23:18:06 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd
like his zombies back, plz IT WASN'T THAT KENJI MINDED sleeping on the ground-- it was the notion of sleeping that close to the barricade. Not that he intended on sleeping anyways, but… to sleep on the ground floor was to tempt fate. It was practically begging for the barricade to break. The redhead finished helping Monty unbutton his shirt, stepping back when the blonde held his hand up.
Monty shrugged out of his shirt and immediately Kenji's eyes went to the metallic glint of his chest plate. Huh. Weird undershirt. Looked good though. Kenji's gaze ventured vaguely downward, his head swimming somewhat. When the blonde managed to get to his feet, Kenji followed him with his eyes, first, one hand extended. Monty was a man on a mission, though-- gross, sweaty shirt deposited on the desk-chair, and away he went into the bathroom.
Kenji waited at the bedside, listening for the shower to start, watching for the door to close. Instead it was quiet…
Moments later, Kenji stepped into the doorway, his expression inquiring. Monty sat at the edge of the bath, metal plate now in-hand.
"Ya good…?"
Gosh, those were some pitiful puppy-dog eyes. Okay, more helping. The redhead treaded hesitantly into the bathroom, his footsteps soft on the tile, and he tipped over the edge of the tub. He grasped the handle of the bath, cranking it on so that a roar of water spilled out.
"Bath? Or shower?" Kenji asked, pointing from one spigot then the other as he asked. Based on Monty's answer, he'd either pull the plunger to switch to the shower, or continue testing the water's temperature with his hand. He made sure it was cool, but not frigid.
Once the water felt satisfactory to him, Kenji pulled his hand out, flicking it dry before wiping it on his pants. The shift in equilibrium, from kneeling to standing, made his head reel. The redhead leaned nonchalantly against the counter, rubbing his forehead as he again regained his balance.
"There… that should do it," another smile, "I'll… leave you to it? If you need something, uhhh… knock twice. Okay? I'll set your drink on the counter."
He'd give Monty a thumbs up, then totter back towards the bedroom, accidentally shoulder-checking the doorjamb on his way out. Kenji'd be gone for only a moment returning with the lemon-lime soda, which he set helpfully on the counter, before venturing back out again.
Back in the bedroom, Kenji remembered how to breathe again. He staggered dizzily towards the armchair, grabbing his drink along the way. He plopped into the seat, setting the glass down on the ground, before methodically beginning to undress-- untie his shoes and step out of them, peel off his socks and stash them in his shoes. Kenji sat up again, his head swimming unpleasantly. Woooo, not good. Kenji slouched into the chair, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt before moving to the buttons down the front.
His mind replayed helping Monty with his own shirt, his fingertips dangerously close to the metal chestplate, to his stomach… what if he needed help with other articles of clothing? Kenji felt that heat creep back into his face-- he finished unbuttoning his own shirt, then shrugged out of it, draping it over one arm of the chair.
The redhead sat, for a moment, in his white undershirt, looking at his torso and his exposed arms. He felt like a thug-- like his father, who always sat in his undershirt or wife-beater. Not like Monty, who looked regal. Like a king dressed for battle. Oh--
Looking at his arms, the skin of which was uneven from a litany of old scars, Kenji realized that he'd left his hoodie downstairs. No sleeves to hide behind. None besides his dress shirt… but he was eager to be free of that. Moreover, all of his stuff was downstairs-- his bag, his phone-- just Kenji, his fucked-up arms, and his thoughts.
He couldn't go back downstairs. His responsibility was to Monty. He'd just have to… suck it up. Hope Monty doesn't notice. The redhead curled up in the chair, picking his glass up off the floor and nursing it quietly.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 27, 2020 6:02:09 GMT -4
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Which one?
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Ooooh....usually his thought process was a little better than that in terms of having a proper order. This is something he should have thought about ahead of time! Pouting a bit at how over it and done he was from not being able to think clearly, he figured the easiest choice would be the shower. How in the world would he ask for that?! Hmmmm...! Squinting a bit in deep thought, his eyes sparked up with a glint of life before they widened like an excited little kitten. The regal blonde sat upright while wiggling the plate up toward the shower before looking back at the dare devil red head.
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Did...did that work?
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Did he actually manage to convey what he needed?
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A soft little gasp of surprise escaped him before his smile widened with a glint of hope despite all the suffering his quirk's drawbacks were forcing him through! Yay! He understood what he meant! The crop top he was wearing beneath that metal plate he plopped off would need to come off sooner or later, but right now? Beaumont quickly got to work in cooling off the metallic piece beneath the stream of water, causing it to hiss and bubble about with steam. Oh holy crap yes, that felt wonderful on his hands too!
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With a sigh of relief, he nodded about to Kenji letting him know that he was leaving the drink on the counter for him. Phew...this is one of those times he was happy to be predictable! Honestly, he didn't want to double back over to grab it so this was perfect! After he cooled down, he'd have to express his gratitude to Kenji somehow for just everything since it meant so much to him. Absolutely, as long as the heat infecting his body didn't make him forget, he'd be sure to let his friend know that he was so grateful to have him in his life.
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For now, actions would have to speak for him.
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Flipping down the toilet seat cover, he set the cooled plate down upon the top like an impromptu table and peeled off the crop top which had little circular magnets. It was tough trying to find the right type that would adhere to his metal, so that was good! Slowly pushing himself up to his feet, he rolled off the cropped undershirt and rinsed it off to at least make that much comfortable later on, weakly wringing it out so it wouldn't be too soggy. Hanging it over the curtain rod to drip dry, he wasn't even concerned with something that normally flung him straight into a damn near panic attack. The fact that he had a medical scar from his surgery wasn't a big deal right now, didn't even cross his mind!
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The priority right now was get cool his body off, not oh noes, someone will see my boo boo from years ago.
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Taking the glass of Fae, he guzzled the entire thing down, including any little ice cubes to help cool himself down internally as much as possible. Pfff the only amusing thing he could garner from this is how much steam was rolling out from his mouth...but that was also a hint of solace! It meant his idea was crazy enough to work in making his body's temperature a bit more reasonable. Setting the glass back down, he struggled a bit with the button on his pants and almost called Kenji in for help once again...but he got it! Small victories were being celebrated, woooo!
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Alright, taking care of the clothes from the waist down, he plopped them on top of the metal plate before carefully stepping into the shower to finally cool off. Leaning up against the wall for support...aaaand at least he could air out his boxers for a bit too. Admittedly, he wasn't looking forward to putting those back on just because of how gross it would feel...but eh. Realistically, he had to be ready to potentially be on the run at any given moment in case shit hit the fan. After some time passed and he felt as though his body was sufficiently cooled down, he was slow and careful about getting his hair dry enough to not be a dripping slip hazard and patting himself with the towel to dry off from the waist down before cringing a little as he slid his boxers and pants back on.
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Ughghghgh something about putting on dirty clothes after a shower just felt gross, but given the circumstances? Yeah he'd just have to buck it up and deal with it! Turning off the shower since he felt a bit more stable, he grabbed the metallic plate with one hand, flipping the toilet seat cover back up with the other. Careful, sloooow steps guided him toward the door before opening it. A content, smile of relief rest across his lips before walking through the door so that he could set the plate down near his sweaty shirt...maybe he'd...just put the crop top on later before leaving this room.
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Glancing at first toward the bed, he tilt his head in confusion and figured he would have claimed it by now. Did he leave? Hopefully not...then again the support student didn't think he heard any of the locks, let alone a commotion. Turning his attention toward his friend in the dimly lit corner upon the arm chair, a soft little huff of relief made itself known to the world before slowly and carefully cutting the distance. Taking a seat upon the floor, resting his head against the armrest and looking up at him with a look of concern. Was... he okay?
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Carefully reaching up, he moved his hand in front of Kenji's face with a little wave before resting it upon his arm, thankfully it felt like just as though he had a normal fever but...something wasn't right. The pads of his slender digits brushing against that scrawny arm, they...felt far more textured...like it was covered in scars of different types...? Gently running his fingers along the usually spunky boy's arm...he...never noticed before since he always wore sleeves...was it because of his quirk? Was his skin a different texture as a result, maybe? Shifting a bit so he could better see for himself, a slight frown made itself across his lips as those icy blues took in the sight of all those scars.
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That's when a little light bulb moment clicked on in his head and he looked down toward his own scar across his chest...like a goddamn target of weakness. Tracing his gaze back up toward his friend, there were so many questions...but maybe it was a good thing that he couldn't actually ask any of them. Instead, he nuzzled his cheek against his arm and closed his eyes, keeping a gently hold upon his arm as though to let him know that he was glad to have Kenji there with him. That he was right there and he wouldn't be going anywhere...not unless they were going together.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 27, 2020 20:59:42 GMT -4
billy idol called, and he'd
like his zombies back, plz KENJI CONTINUED TO NURSE THE DRINK, still curled sideways in the seat, his head resting against the back-rest portion of the armchair. He listened to Monty’s progress in the bathroom, vigilant of any sounds that didn’t sound like they belonged there—two knocks to summon the redhead, or the sound of someone collapsing, maybe? Water-on-metal, the click of the toilet-lid closing, then just the rush of water, which drowned-out the rustling of fabric altogether. Heat pooled low in the teen’s stomach when he realized that Monty was literally showering in the adjoining room, but Kenji chased away any of the following thoughts away with another swig of Fae.
Somewhere in the brain-fog, Kenji had finished his drink. He set it on the floor next to one foot of the chair. Then he rested his head against the back of the armchair, looping his arms around his legs. Over the rush of the air-conditioner just above the window, one could barely hear the groans of the undead down below. Punctuated cracks of weapons of questionable legality interrupting them, and the “woop’s” of the living as they combatted the undead, pitched over them. Kenji didn’t dare open the window to see. Listening was sufficient. Just listening.
And between setting his drink upon the ground and the shower shutting-off, Kenji had nodded-off in the armchair, his head bowed forward so that his chin touched his chest. All that stress, all that quirk use, all that tending to Monty and maintaining some air of “in-control of the situation” was wearing on him. It wouldn’t hurt just to rest his eyes, right?
“Just resting his eyes”. Right. Half-asleep, Kenji had braced his arms across his stomach, his face scrunched in a sleepy concentration. Heh, even in his sleep he looked severe.
There was a feathery touch on the redhead’s forearm, and Kenji did his best to ignore it. But when the touch persisted—someone’s hand trailing from just above the elbow to wrist—Kenji stirred, blinking in confusion. It took his hazel eyes a moment to bring the room into focus, but—someone was next to him. Kenji stiffened, sucking air through his teeth.
He was about to wrench his arm away, but the sight of the blond crown of hair gave him pause. Monty.
“Whattareyadoin’~” the redhead slurred, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.
There was an uneven polka-dot spread of scars on the youth’s arms, old burns that’d been browned with time, circles or ovals raised ever so slightly from the skin. Here-and-there were thin, white scars too—old cuts from keys. And, of course, the telltale scars of a skater, but the unusual marks stood-out more.
Kenji, all the while, let his eyes wander over Monty—Monty, who was very shirtless, and still damp from his shower. The redhead followed the blonde’s gaze, making note of the massive scar that tinted his chest, too. Kenji wanted to touch Monty back… trail his hands over his scar, just to see how Monty liked it. But Kenji was too embarrassed. So he sat stock-still.
“Courtesy of my bio-dad,” Kenji said simply, lest Monty try to pin claims of self-harm on him, “I make a… really good ashtray, I guess.”
What a jovial way to bring-up such wretched treatment. Kenji was glad Monty had his eyes closed, so that the redhead had a chance to reign-in the embarrassment that was flitting across his features. Uuugh, why would Monty care? No one needed to know that shit. Remember your objective, Kenji! Make sure Monty’s okay!
Though Monty’s cheek was resting on Kenji’s forearm, the redhead still sat-up a little to feel the other boy’s forehead with his free hand, brushing his damp bangs aside to press his palm flat against it, then checking with the back of his hand.
“You definitely feel better, to the touch,” Kenji declared. His free, calloused hand, brushed Monty’s hair back, “How ‘bout the inside? Scale of one to ten, where are you at? “1” being normal, “10” being get you to a hospital? Show me on your hands… be honest.”
He’d wait to receive some sort of numerical indication of where Monty was at, letting his hand fall from the crown of Monty’s head.
“I can run downstairs to get you more Fae, if you’d like?” the redhead offered, “Would that help? O-or literally anything else from downstairs, I don’t mind.”
He’d wait for a “yes” or “no” before continuing. Sure, Kenji was already barefooted and in his undershirt, but he wanted to make sure Monty had everything he needed. Even if braving the darkened halls unaccompanied filled Kenji with a different kind of nervousness… it felt like his duty to mind Beaumont to the best of his ability. And his brain was rushing to fill itself with things other than “past abuses” and “how close, and how shirtless, Monty was”.
“Bed’s all yours, by the way,” Kenji remarked, “The chair suits me just fine.”
A smirk. He’d already fallen asleep in it once. What would stop him from dozing-off in it again? He couldn’t imagine a guy of Monty’s stature comfortably curling-up in a chair the way Kenji did.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 28, 2020 2:05:29 GMT -4
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Even though he felt better, he was still, without a doubt exhausted all the same.
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Saying something, anything...if he could, would he have found the right words to comfort his friend? Being used like an ashtray by the man he was supposed to call father...that wasn't right. Brushing his cheek a couple more times against his arm, tightening his grip a bit upon his wrist before reaching toward Kenji's hand for a moment to hold it gently. Hopefully...his friend would never have to go through something like that ever again. No one deserved such treatment, especially not Kenji...maybe...that's why he was constantly hellbent on being a daredevil.
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It's hard to focus on something when you're constantly distracted, right?
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Slowly reopening his eyes when he felt that calloused palm grazed against his forehead before reopening the other eye as well and stared at him with a little tint of carnation upon his cheeks. Offering a small, content smile with a couple of nods since yes, he was feeling better! Not by a whole lot, but enough all the same to the point where he felt a difference. As selfish as he felt over this thought, still, he couldn't help but appreciate all the attention he was getting since it gave him something to find a sense of comfort in. A distraction from the taste of blood lingering in his mouth and the pain from swallowing his own saliva.
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....maybe he should brave it and go downstairs...? Throw a towel over his shoulders or something and get another drink plus grab their belongings. Kenji had his stuff down there too, so it would be a good opportunity to pick stuff up in one go. Granted, if something happened, he wouldn't be able to call for help. More so since the most noise he could make was maybe a raspy wheeze that wouldn't exceed classroom voice volumes.
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Leaning into his ginger haired buddy's hand, he slowly let go since he was being asked to give him a pain scale rating...one through ten. Definitely not lower than five...or five. He...could....sugar coat the truth a little? Er...wait...he asked for him to be honest...oh boy...! Getting a little nervous air about his smile, he didn't personally see it as hospital bad. Holding up five fingers, he then brought the other hand up...three fingers to make eight with a sigh.
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Oh his hand slid down, no he liked where it was! With a little gasp and pout, he caught his friend's hand and plopped it right back upon the crown of his head before a slight smile played back across his lips. There we go, all better! With a content little nod, he slowly rose to his feet while trying to maintain his balance. Gently, he moved the fiery haired dare devil's hand off and opted to hold it instead, even willing to help him to his feet if need be. He was suffering and existence was pain, but he'd go with him as long as Kenji allowed it!
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Though uh...he arched a brow when the bed was all his. Shaking his head with a wheezy little huff, he gestured toward himself, pointed at the ground, then to Kenji and pointed at the bed sternly. Trying to tell him no, I'm sleeping on the ground, you're sleeping on the bed! And the frown across his lips plus narrowing his eyes just emphasized that he was going to be stubborn as hell about that choice he just made! This boy was ready to do all he could to make sure Kenji got to rest on the bed, even if he had to share, that was better than having him curl up on the arm chair...
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