tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; October 28th, afternoon-ish
Rating; PG-13? With Yazoo having mood swings, who knows what could happen. xDD
Characters; Yazoo + ANYONE
Summary; Yazoo finally decides to haul his sick, sorry butt out of bed to get some fresh air.
Log;

Yazoo shut the door behind him with a snap and moved over to the side to lean against the wall of building three, taking a moment a take a few deep breaths to try and quell the feeling of nausea that had hit him when he stepped outside. He had made it to the first floor of the building without much incidence, only once feeling like he was going to get sick.

“And I thought that potty mouth curse was bad…,” he mumbled to himself, slowly pushing away from the wall to join the throng of the other City citizens going about their daily business.

He looked around for a place that looked good to eat at, all the while realizing that he was noticing smells he usually didn’t pay any attention to, such as the smells of certain types of food. While the food usually smelled pretty good, Yazoo couldn’t breathe in the scent without his head spinning.

The remnant tried not to breath in too much as he strolled past different restaurants, sighing in relief when he spotted what seemed to look like a pretty decent deli. After glancing briefly over the specials that were written on a board in the window, he walked inside and found a comfortable booth along the wall, breathing in the scents of various deli sandwiches and desserts.

Yazoo ordered a slice of carrot cake with pickles when the waitress had come to take his order, earning himself a few strange stares from her and those who were seated near enough to hear him. He had simply stared back until he grew bored with the game, then crossed his arms and leaned forward on the table, waiting for his cake while starring at the table intently.

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Kadaj hadn't been able to feel the same all day. He'd been mad, sad, and just plain upset for hours. Not to mention that horrible sick feeling that hit every time he moved more than a few feet.

And he kept wanting ice cream. Badly.
And maybe a pickle.
He wasn't really sure what a pickle was, but something kept telling him he really should eat one.
So maybe....

He remembered Yazoo mentioning a Deli. Would they have these pickles? He wasn't sure. There was only one way to find out.

It took three whole minutes of standing still to surpress the sick feeling. When it finally went away, he walked out into the City, in search of Yazoo. He concentrated on how Yazoo felt, in an effort to both locate him and ignore the sick feeling.

It worked.

He caught up with Yazoo inside the deli, and sat down across from him without asking.

When someone sat down across from him without asking in the booth he was occupying, Yazoo started and glanced up from where he had been engrossed in studying the table, relaxing when he saw that it just his little brother.

He gave him a small smile in greeting. “I see you were finally able to haul your butt out of bed,” he said, his smile turning into a playful grin. Yazoo couldn’t help but tease, especially since he was happy to see that his brother had made it to the deli a-okay. Or at least he hoped.

The middle sibling’s features softened and he couldn’t help but reach out and move a few stray strands of hair out of Kadaj’s face. “Are you feeling better, little brother?” Yazoo leaned back in the booth to get comfortable, loosely crossing his arms over his chest, only to have to uncross them when the waitress showed back up with his order.

She placed the food on the table in front of him, a piece of carrot cake and a bowl of pickles, eyeing Kadaj as she did so. Grabbing a pickle from the bowl, Yazoo took a bite of it and then slid the bowl over to the younger male. “Have one,” he offered, “they’re pretty good.” He continued to chew on the morsel and reached for a fork when he noticed that the waitress was still standing there, annoyingly enough. Yazoo looked at her through the corner of his eye. “Can we help you?”

Her eyes darted to him in a nervous manner before she looked back over at Kadaj. “Can I get you anything?”

Kadaj made a slightly annoyed face at his brother's actions, but said nothing. He slid one hand over and touched Yazoo's fingers lightly before pulling away.

Kadaj eyed the bowl, not sure what they were. But they smelled good, so...
He took one and began eating it. Part of him seemed to be satisfied. Maybe this was a pickle?
Another part of him was cringing at the thought of the sour taste, but he couldn't seem to stop eating it...

His head turned sharply at the sound of the waitress's voice.
He swallowed the bite of pickle and said, "I want some ice cream."

The waitress gave him an almost apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but the only desserts we have are cake and pie. Perhaps you'd like some of---"

"NO. I WOULDN'T," he snapped, narrowing his eyes at her.

She sort of bowed to them and hurried away, perhaps frightened by Kadaj's abrupt change in temperment.

He turned back to Yazoo. "Why don't they have ice cream, Niisan?" he asked. His voice shook just a little, and the pickle was forgotten for the time being.

Yazoo wasn’t expecting Kadaj’s small outburst, which had caused his bite of cake to fall off his fork and into his lap. He pouted and picked it up, popping it into his mouth. He chewed on it thoughtfully for a moment, trying to decide whether or not he liked the taste, before he simply shrugged, deciding that he didn’t care. He was just hungry.

Feeling eyes on their table, Yazoo looked up from his food to find that just about the entire deli was giving them strange glances over their shoulder. “What? Have you all never encountered a pregnant male before?” he asked, for once no hint of sarcasm in his voice, going for his cake again but pausing when he realized what he had just said. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

He turned back his food and Kadaj. “Calm down, little brother, we’ll get some ice cream on the way home.” Yazoo speared a bite of cake with his fork and raised it up in front of him, tilting his head from side to side as he studied it, glaring at it as if it were a bug on the bottom of his shoe.

Yazoo finally pouted and stuck the cake into his mouth. “I’m so fat,” he whined, chewing his food and reaching for another pickle to munch on.

Kadaj pouted a little, too, at the reprimand. He chewed on the pickle sullenly, ignoring Yazoo's outburst.
After he finished the pickle, he realized how annoyed he was about not having ice cream RIGHT NOW.
He was so annoyed, in fact, that he felt like crying.

He felt the tears start and buried his face in his gloved hands. "This is so unfair!"

“Damn right this is unfair,” Yazoo pouted, his darting from the pickle to Kadaj, arching an eyebrow at his little brother’s behavior. “Do you know how long it’s going to take me to burn off all of this fat? And stop whining. It makes you look ridiculous.”

He went back to trying to set his pickle ablaze by glaring at it before taking another bite. Setting the pickle down, he went to pick up his fork before he stopped and put the hand on his stomach, the color draining from his face as his skin took on a greenish tint.

He set his fork back down on the plate in front of him. “Okay, that’s enough cake and pickles,” he moaned, massaging his stomach. Yazoo glanced down at his half-eaten cake and the rest of the pickles in the bowl and turned away in disgust, pushing the food across the table toward Kadaj.

“Here, you eat the rest.” The remnant went quiet for a few moments, going back to studying the table, before he spoke up again, his voice wavering slightly from the lump that had formed in his throat from his thoughts, and blinked back that tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes. “I miss Loz.”

[[ooc; I couldn't help myself. I just had to have him say that. xDD]]

Kadaj looked up, then frowned at the food and made a face. One "pickle" was enough for him. He really just wanted that damn ice cream.

"I don't want it!" he said. The pouty tone stayed in his voice.

He sighed and rested his chin in one hand, still sniffing a little. "So do I!"

“Alright, fine,” Yazoo answered, digging around for what little gil he had on him and pulled out the coins, setting them on the table before standing.

He had to shake his head slightly to clear it from the sudden dizzy feeling that came over him, looking over to Kadaj when he could see straight again.

“Come on,” he motioned towards the door, “since we’re both pretty miserable, let’s just go back to the apartment and stay in bed for the rest of day until this curse passes.” Yazoo tilted his head slightly as he looked at his little brother.

Kadaj nodded to him, managing to finally get rid of the pouty look. He stood up as well, and managed to fight off the sick feeling a little quicker this time.

"I like that idea," he said, reaching for Yazoo's hand.

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