[ he grumbles and rolls over with no small amount of effort, thoroughly fucked up from his failed excursion the night before. now he really doesn't even wanna look to see. ]
Maybe one of the dock workers needs a loading crew overnight. I could do that and no one would see -- [ as loathe as he is to admit he'd willingly deprive the public of his typically beautiful face. ] Don't just say "we'll be hungry" like it's fucking not a big deal. It's my job to make sure you've got food.
[ don't think shinji doesn't notice these things! he does. and it only makes him feel like he needs to work even harder to make money. they're supposed to be identical, but byakuya has always been smaller. it makes him feel inwardly guilty. ] Hmph.
[ but he's exhausted. so maybe if he sleeps all day, he can find a graveyard shift to take until "his face stops looking like a bruised melon". rude. ] I care. It fucking bothers me, alright?
Then I'll go out today. It won't ruin your husband image or whatever if it's just once in awhile, right? Besides, I'm getting sick of sitting in the same spot all the time.
[Shinji can grumble and frown all he likes. Byakuya's going to grab for the coat anyway, fully intending to go. It's tough, but he figures he can manage for one day. If Shinji can do it over and over, Byakuya can't be so pathetic and useless as to be unable to scrounge up dinner money just once.]
I mean bored of waiting while you're gone, stupid.
[He rolls his eyes as he closes the door behind him.
The city is scary, of course. Part of him likes sitting at "home" and never going farther than the convenience store down the block. That safe, and doesn't involve talking to people he doesn't like. The idea of being pampered and letting someone else take care of him is definitely more than a little appealing. Still, there's nothing to do in the hostel and it's starting to get monotonous. He can feel his mind going dull in order to cope, and he doesn't like it. So he goes out, determined to do something worthwhile and get some mental stimulation while he's at it.
He comes back around dinner time looking pretty proud of himself, with pockets full of change and two plastic bags full of groceries.]
[ the best way to ignore things is to sleep!! shinji this figures out quickly. better to ignore his concern for byakuya being out by himself; better to ignore the fact that it's been well over twenty four hours since he's had anything to eat. he's back in byakuya's bed by the time he gets back in, a couple of scattered books on the bed spread jostling when he sits up to greet him. ]
Ah -- [ he's slow to open his eyes. especially the fucked up looking one. hey there, squinty. ] You were gone a while, I --
[ oh. it looks like he did well. shinji's impressed and maybe a little at a loss for words. ]
[ he can only be stunned in a good way, seeing byakuya smile like that. and while he was currently in the mind set that he would be content looking after him for the foreseeable future, it was good to see him with some confidence about him. it'd been much too long. he swings his legs over the side of the bed, leaning in to get a better look.
yes, byakuya. you did. ]
Only once, huh? [ ok that's worrisome actually ahgdjasgd ] I mean, y-yeah.
[It's food, anyway. He sets the bags on the table and shrugs his coat off -- there's a bruise around one wrist, but it doesn't seem to bother him. After all, he hit back and "won" and he feels like it was a victory of a day overall.]
Mm. You got aspirin? [ whoa, big spender. he's definitely curious as to what sort of scuffle byakuya got himself into, knowing full well that things can get more than a little rough out there. especially among freeters and the genuinely unemployed. byakuya definitely wasn't suited for any physical labor that they offer down at the docks, either.
shinji gets up, curiously rifling through the grocery bags. ]
Where did you go today? [ who hit you he'll kill them. ]
[The aspirin is the most expensive thing int he bags, let's be honest. Everything else is the cheapest of the cheap, but it's food. He empties his pockets, too -- not much, but there's a little bit left.]
A few places... [He rattles off a couple of neighborhoods -- nicer ones than Shinji might generally get away with working in.] I'm no good at the stuff you're good at, so I figured I'd just look pathetic at rich old ladies all day.
[ no complaints here. while shinji used to bitch and moan about the abrupt change in his lifestyle, it's to the point where melon bread is a delicacy meant to be enjoyed on a good day. meaning, if there is melon bread, then it's a good day. and especially because he knows the aspirin likely took most of his day's pay, he can't help but look appreciative while he pops off the cap to the bottle. ]
That's... smart thinking. [ he's pleasantly surprised, but also in a "why didn't i think of that" sort of way. maybe because he's been smacked by rich old lady purses one too many times. ] Heh. I see it worked in your favor, you can probably get away with that until you're twenty.
[ he dry swallows three aspirin, trying not to grimace too much. the best way to get the taste off his tongue though, would be to take a bite of melon bread. he unwraps one, trying not to seem to hasty -- and failing. whatever. ]
[He's tired, so he plops down on the bed with his own snack, tearing into it with no regard for the crumbs he's getting on the sheets. He doesn't care right at the moment. He just wants to lie there and rest his weary feet.]
[ to be honest, shinji isn't being all that mindful about making a mess either. THIS IS HOW YOU GET ANTS just kidding they probably already have rats so fuck it, right?
with true matou grace, he talks with his mouth full. it's obvious neither of them have any fucks left to give. not today. ]
Whatever's profitable -- [ another bite. ] just don't get abducted and turned into some weird old bitch's new purse dog or something.
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Maybe one of the dock workers needs a loading crew overnight.
I could do that and no one would see -- [ as loathe as he is to admit he'd willingly deprive the public of his typically beautiful face. ] Don't just say "we'll be hungry" like it's fucking not a big deal. It's my job to make sure you've got food.
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[It's not like he eats much anyway. Byakuya has never taken care of himself, and he hasn't gotten any better since they've been away from home.]
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[ but he's exhausted. so maybe if he sleeps all day, he can find a graveyard shift to take until "his face stops looking like a bruised melon". rude. ] I care. It fucking bothers me, alright?
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[ he's scowling. it's a nice thought, but he's not sure exactly how hard byakuya will have to push himself. ]
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[Shinji can grumble and frown all he likes. Byakuya's going to grab for the coat anyway, fully intending to go. It's tough, but he figures he can manage for one day. If Shinji can do it over and over, Byakuya can't be so pathetic and useless as to be unable to scrounge up dinner money just once.]
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[ he's gonna be irritable about you leaving either way. but maybe around dinner time he'll feel slightly more appreciative. ]
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[He rolls his eyes as he closes the door behind him.
The city is scary, of course. Part of him likes sitting at "home" and never going farther than the convenience store down the block. That safe, and doesn't involve talking to people he doesn't like. The idea of being pampered and letting someone else take care of him is definitely more than a little appealing. Still, there's nothing to do in the hostel and it's starting to get monotonous. He can feel his mind going dull in order to cope, and he doesn't like it. So he goes out, determined to do something worthwhile and get some mental stimulation while he's at it.
He comes back around dinner time looking pretty proud of himself, with pockets full of change and two plastic bags full of groceries.]
Hey.
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Ah -- [ he's slow to open his eyes. especially the fucked up looking one. hey there, squinty. ] You were gone a while, I --
[ oh. it looks like he did well. shinji's impressed and maybe a little at a loss for words. ]
I...
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yes, byakuya. you did. ]
Only once, huh? [ ok that's worrisome actually ahgdjasgd ]
I mean, y-yeah.
Of course you did good.
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[It's food, anyway. He sets the bags on the table and shrugs his coat off -- there's a bruise around one wrist, but it doesn't seem to bother him. After all, he hit back and "won" and he feels like it was a victory of a day overall.]
And you can take something for your face.
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shinji gets up, curiously rifling through the grocery bags. ]
Where did you go today? [ who hit you he'll kill them. ]
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A few places... [He rattles off a couple of neighborhoods -- nicer ones than Shinji might generally get away with working in.] I'm no good at the stuff you're good at, so I figured I'd just look pathetic at rich old ladies all day.
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That's... smart thinking. [ he's pleasantly surprised, but also in a "why didn't i think of that" sort of way. maybe because he's been smacked by rich old lady purses one too many times. ] Heh. I see it worked in your favor, you can probably get away with that until you're twenty.
[ he dry swallows three aspirin, trying not to grimace too much. the best way to get the taste off his tongue though, would be to take a bite of melon bread. he unwraps one, trying not to seem to hasty -- and failing. whatever. ]
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[He's tired, so he plops down on the bed with his own snack, tearing into it with no regard for the crumbs he's getting on the sheets. He doesn't care right at the moment. He just wants to lie there and rest his weary feet.]
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with true matou grace, he talks with his mouth full.
it's obvious neither of them have any fucks left to give. not today. ]
Whatever's profitable -- [ another bite. ] just don't get abducted and turned into some weird old bitch's new purse dog or something.
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Though -- [ munch munch munch ] if you did, I'd stage a heist and make some money out of it.
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