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Log; Complete
When; August 28th [Late Night]
Rating; G
Characters; Jr. [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
red_dragon_666] & Riza Hawkeye [guardianed]
Summary; After being kicked off the Durandal, Jr. needs a place to crash for the night.
Log;
This was awkward, but honestly, his stomach was growling. If it came right down to it, he was capable of camping in the forest and hunting his food, but there was really no need to get so primal. He wasn't a caveman. So it was after wandering around the City for a good two hours that he stopped and thought of whose place he could crash at.
Normally Holly would have been his first choice, but he hadn't heard from her in so long. He was beginning to suspect she had left the City, which was a pretty depressing thought. Who else was he friends with... Lady? No, he didn't know her well enough. Nill? No way he was risking her crazy brother's wrath. Alexiel? Shacking up with an angel was...too weird.
Ranmaru was Elena's friend, so that was out, as were all the other Turks.
Then he recalled his most recently made friend. Riza Hawkeye. She really wasn't the type of person he wanted to be seeing him sulking...but even if she didn't know squat about his history or personal life, she always seemed to accept him without asking too many questions. She would be perfect...if he could still remember where she lived.
And thank goodness he did, or it would have been a cold night. Hoping she was home and not asleep, Rubedo nervously knocked on her apartment door.
---
Hawkeye had been having a tiring evening- the reappearance of Kimblee on the network after a surprisingly long absence hadn't done anything to aid the stress of the day, as thankful as she had been for the lack of jibes over the curse days. Stretching her arms above her head, Riza glanced at the clock- it was an acceptable hour to think about bed.
The knock on her door was unaccompanied by barks- a loss the First Lieutenant dismissed as inevitable as soon as the thought crossed her mind. Wishing for her dog was too much like making the City her home.
But knocks on her door were rare to the point of nonexistence; she had only told two people where she lived after she'd moved. And it was fairly late- but then again she'd had an impromptu visit late at night once before, back home.
Riza stood up from her chair and walked over to the door and stood nearby without opening it. "Who is it?"
---
He wasn't too surprised by the caution in her voice, and it was just another thing he respected about her. Still, he knew that he had to respond as cheerfully as he normally would in order to avoid any possible concern, so a grin was slapped onto his face as Rubedo quickly chirped out a reply through the door.
"Did someone order a pizza?" He let a moment pass before he joked out terribly. "I hope you did, because I'm starving!"
--
That was a bizarre way to answer the question, but it worked.
One of the two people she'd told her apartment number.
Riza unbolted the door and opened it, leaning against the door partially opened and looking at the redhead standing in front of her door. "Jr.? What's happening?" The request for food was odd, and Hawkeye made a mental rundown of what she actually had in the apartment. Not much, but enough to make a meal out of.
---
Why did she have to be perceptive? Couldn't he just be dropping by for a harmless visit? ...In the middle of the night? Okay, maybe not.
"What do you mean, 'what's happening'? I just thought maybe you were up for a slumber party! We could paint each other's nails, eat ice cream, and gab about boys all night! It will be simply fabulous." He was tempted to just duck in without an invite, but he stayed where he was until she allowed him in. Then, he raised an eyebrow and his tone became teasing.
"Unless I'm interrupting something?"
---
Hawkeye stared him straight down, answering his cocked eyebrow with one of her own, but said nothing. He'd obviously come for a reason, and refusing to address the topic was a bit odd. In fact- everything he'd said so far had been jokingly, and yet the fact that he stood there in front of her door meant that something was up.
The blonde stepped to one side, allowing a view of her empty apartment. "You're not interrupting anything. I presume you'd like to come in?"
---
Relieved that she was letting him in, Rubedo's features softened a bit from how weary he is as he quickly moved in to slip out of his boots. "Thanks. It's cool with you if I crash on your couch, right? I swear I'll be gone by morning."
He was so hungry he wanted to just march into her kitchen and help himself to the fridge, but he wasn't going to be one of those rude obnoxious guests if he could help himself. So once the boots were off and nudged to the side, he stood there awkwardly with the smile of an angel.
---
Hawkeye's eyebrow, having descended, found itself raised once more.
"Only if you give me a straight answer."
She didn't mind, really, but it was...unorthodox, to say the least, to have an unannounced visit that turned into a request for food and shelter for the night. Riza leaned against the counter, facing Jr., and leaned her elbows back on the counter to steady herself, waiting. She didn't need the full story, but merely something said in seriousness.
---
That made his smile falter. He needed stupider friends. "Straight answer?" Immediately playing dumb, Rubedo shrugged and folded his arms across his chest, head tilting just a bit. He would do his best, though details were definitely out. His personal life was retarded enough without getting innocents involved.
"What's the question?" he asked, still smiling a bit.
---
A flicker of annoyance went across Hawkeye's face. She was fine with helping out a friend, but having that friend act like she couldn't pick up on obvious things, like that when one had an entire ship full of rooms, one wouldn't come to someone they'd met only recently for a place to crash unless something was up.
Hawkeye's expression tamed to sobriety. "Why are you here?"
---
Pursing his lips, Rubedo contemplated on the option of totally skirting the issue, or thinking up some ridiculous fib. But really, he owed her more than that. She was no air head. Not to mention, he pretty much owed her for saving his life.
So it was with a sigh and a grumble that he turned around to look out the window, not wanting her to see his expression should it become anything less than pleasant. "Got kicked off the ship. My second-in-command apparently decided to try on the captain's hat for a day. Or for...however long it will take."
---
An honest answer, finally. But...as much as that explained his presence, it was still surprising. And his vague last sentence wasn't exactly encouraging, but it was with a mental shrug and a slight push that she stood back up and headed over to the fridge. He'd mentioned he was hungry, after all.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything fancy- It's mostly leftovers."
---
Relieved that the interrogation had only been one question long, he darted into the kitchen to peek into the fridge next to her. "That's cool! I can cook." Not very well, but he certainly wasn't the worst cook he knew.
With a less faux smile now, Rubedo crouched down to poke at some lettuce before glancing back up to her, hoping his gratefulness showed in his eyes. "You can go on to bed or continue with whatever it is you were doing before I barged in. I can be quiet. I'll probably just eat something and crash."
Or he would attempt to, anyway. He honestly doubted his thoughts would slow down enough to allow him the blessing of sleep, but he could still try.
---
Hawkeye glanced down under her arm where Jr crouched, prodding her lettuce, and met his gaze evenly. "I meant it when I said you weren't interrupting anything."
She didn't really have anything in the main room- ah. She had her notes out, those should be filed, even if they were written in her own code, it wouldn't do to leave them about. It wasn't a terribly tricky code, since it was the one she wrote in, and it didn't take much effort to crack. Jr. was a friend, but her notes were her own. Should be put in her bedroom overnight.
She left Jr holding the door to the fridge and headed back over to her desk, picking up neat piles of papers and putting them in the manila envelopes she always kept papers in, glancing around the room for anything else that was terribly personal. Very little of what was in the room could really count.
Her pistols. Those would come last- she wouldn't pick those up until she'd decided that bed was definitely in order.
Files completely tucked away, Hawkeye walked back into the kitchen and gave Jr a warning glance. "Make a mess in my kitchen and I won't let you do this again." The blonde smiled, letting him know it was meant mostly in jest, and turned with one hand on the door to her bedroom. "You sure you'll be fine?"
---
By the time she had returned, Rubedo had managed to locate the makings for a simple sandwich, and he looked up to feign offense at the very suggestion that he might make a mess. Of course, he always made a mess...but at least he knew how to clean up after himself. Fortunately, sandwich making was pretty mess free, sans the crumbs.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." He noticed she looked pretty tired...in terms of mental health more than physical. Part of him wanted to ask, but it definitely wasn't his business, so he just went back to his oh-so-complicated sandwich scheme. "Sleep tight."
---
Hawkeye opened the door, depositing the files on a table near the door, shut it again and went back for her pistols- two of them were already in the bedroom, but the other three were still in the living room, and she gathered them up, checking the deadbolt on the door as she went past. She could trust Jr. to not let anyone in.
Holsters slung over her arms, she turned the door handle to her bedroom and entered. "Good night."
---
He was washing the butter knife as she headed back into her room, and he waited for her door to close before letting his smile drop. After turning the water off, Rubedo stared glumly at his warped reflection in the knife, the droplets of water still clinging to the silver skewing it even more.
What was he going to do tomorrow? What was he going to say? Could he honestly do what Shelley wanted him to, without losing control. If he got too emotional, then the Red Dragon threatened to be let loose. Could he trust that his love for her was enough to keep him cool? Or was that the very thing that made him so dangerous?
...Regardless, after Albedo's threat, he knew that he had to warn her about him. It was the least he owed her.
After forcing the sandwich down for necessity's sake, Rubedo curled up on the couch and tried to sleep. He was unsuccessful, but at least his eyes got some rest. He was out of the apartment by dawn, leaving a plate of breakfast on her kitchen counter. He knew she would find before it got cold. She just wasn't the type to sleep in.
Beside the plate was a thank you note scrawled on a piece of paper ripped out of the autograph book he always carried around with him.
Lt., Thanks for letting me stay. I owe you a lot more than you know. -Jr.
Rating; G
Characters; Jr. [
red_dragon_666] & Riza Hawkeye [guardianed]Summary; After being kicked off the Durandal, Jr. needs a place to crash for the night.
Log;
This was awkward, but honestly, his stomach was growling. If it came right down to it, he was capable of camping in the forest and hunting his food, but there was really no need to get so primal. He wasn't a caveman. So it was after wandering around the City for a good two hours that he stopped and thought of whose place he could crash at.
Normally Holly would have been his first choice, but he hadn't heard from her in so long. He was beginning to suspect she had left the City, which was a pretty depressing thought. Who else was he friends with... Lady? No, he didn't know her well enough. Nill? No way he was risking her crazy brother's wrath. Alexiel? Shacking up with an angel was...too weird.
Ranmaru was Elena's friend, so that was out, as were all the other Turks.
Then he recalled his most recently made friend. Riza Hawkeye. She really wasn't the type of person he wanted to be seeing him sulking...but even if she didn't know squat about his history or personal life, she always seemed to accept him without asking too many questions. She would be perfect...if he could still remember where she lived.
And thank goodness he did, or it would have been a cold night. Hoping she was home and not asleep, Rubedo nervously knocked on her apartment door.
---
Hawkeye had been having a tiring evening- the reappearance of Kimblee on the network after a surprisingly long absence hadn't done anything to aid the stress of the day, as thankful as she had been for the lack of jibes over the curse days. Stretching her arms above her head, Riza glanced at the clock- it was an acceptable hour to think about bed.
The knock on her door was unaccompanied by barks- a loss the First Lieutenant dismissed as inevitable as soon as the thought crossed her mind. Wishing for her dog was too much like making the City her home.
But knocks on her door were rare to the point of nonexistence; she had only told two people where she lived after she'd moved. And it was fairly late- but then again she'd had an impromptu visit late at night once before, back home.
Riza stood up from her chair and walked over to the door and stood nearby without opening it. "Who is it?"
---
He wasn't too surprised by the caution in her voice, and it was just another thing he respected about her. Still, he knew that he had to respond as cheerfully as he normally would in order to avoid any possible concern, so a grin was slapped onto his face as Rubedo quickly chirped out a reply through the door.
"Did someone order a pizza?" He let a moment pass before he joked out terribly. "I hope you did, because I'm starving!"
--
That was a bizarre way to answer the question, but it worked.
One of the two people she'd told her apartment number.
Riza unbolted the door and opened it, leaning against the door partially opened and looking at the redhead standing in front of her door. "Jr.? What's happening?" The request for food was odd, and Hawkeye made a mental rundown of what she actually had in the apartment. Not much, but enough to make a meal out of.
---
Why did she have to be perceptive? Couldn't he just be dropping by for a harmless visit? ...In the middle of the night? Okay, maybe not.
"What do you mean, 'what's happening'? I just thought maybe you were up for a slumber party! We could paint each other's nails, eat ice cream, and gab about boys all night! It will be simply fabulous." He was tempted to just duck in without an invite, but he stayed where he was until she allowed him in. Then, he raised an eyebrow and his tone became teasing.
"Unless I'm interrupting something?"
---
Hawkeye stared him straight down, answering his cocked eyebrow with one of her own, but said nothing. He'd obviously come for a reason, and refusing to address the topic was a bit odd. In fact- everything he'd said so far had been jokingly, and yet the fact that he stood there in front of her door meant that something was up.
The blonde stepped to one side, allowing a view of her empty apartment. "You're not interrupting anything. I presume you'd like to come in?"
---
Relieved that she was letting him in, Rubedo's features softened a bit from how weary he is as he quickly moved in to slip out of his boots. "Thanks. It's cool with you if I crash on your couch, right? I swear I'll be gone by morning."
He was so hungry he wanted to just march into her kitchen and help himself to the fridge, but he wasn't going to be one of those rude obnoxious guests if he could help himself. So once the boots were off and nudged to the side, he stood there awkwardly with the smile of an angel.
---
Hawkeye's eyebrow, having descended, found itself raised once more.
"Only if you give me a straight answer."
She didn't mind, really, but it was...unorthodox, to say the least, to have an unannounced visit that turned into a request for food and shelter for the night. Riza leaned against the counter, facing Jr., and leaned her elbows back on the counter to steady herself, waiting. She didn't need the full story, but merely something said in seriousness.
---
That made his smile falter. He needed stupider friends. "Straight answer?" Immediately playing dumb, Rubedo shrugged and folded his arms across his chest, head tilting just a bit. He would do his best, though details were definitely out. His personal life was retarded enough without getting innocents involved.
"What's the question?" he asked, still smiling a bit.
---
A flicker of annoyance went across Hawkeye's face. She was fine with helping out a friend, but having that friend act like she couldn't pick up on obvious things, like that when one had an entire ship full of rooms, one wouldn't come to someone they'd met only recently for a place to crash unless something was up.
Hawkeye's expression tamed to sobriety. "Why are you here?"
---
Pursing his lips, Rubedo contemplated on the option of totally skirting the issue, or thinking up some ridiculous fib. But really, he owed her more than that. She was no air head. Not to mention, he pretty much owed her for saving his life.
So it was with a sigh and a grumble that he turned around to look out the window, not wanting her to see his expression should it become anything less than pleasant. "Got kicked off the ship. My second-in-command apparently decided to try on the captain's hat for a day. Or for...however long it will take."
---
An honest answer, finally. But...as much as that explained his presence, it was still surprising. And his vague last sentence wasn't exactly encouraging, but it was with a mental shrug and a slight push that she stood back up and headed over to the fridge. He'd mentioned he was hungry, after all.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything fancy- It's mostly leftovers."
---
Relieved that the interrogation had only been one question long, he darted into the kitchen to peek into the fridge next to her. "That's cool! I can cook." Not very well, but he certainly wasn't the worst cook he knew.
With a less faux smile now, Rubedo crouched down to poke at some lettuce before glancing back up to her, hoping his gratefulness showed in his eyes. "You can go on to bed or continue with whatever it is you were doing before I barged in. I can be quiet. I'll probably just eat something and crash."
Or he would attempt to, anyway. He honestly doubted his thoughts would slow down enough to allow him the blessing of sleep, but he could still try.
---
Hawkeye glanced down under her arm where Jr crouched, prodding her lettuce, and met his gaze evenly. "I meant it when I said you weren't interrupting anything."
She didn't really have anything in the main room- ah. She had her notes out, those should be filed, even if they were written in her own code, it wouldn't do to leave them about. It wasn't a terribly tricky code, since it was the one she wrote in, and it didn't take much effort to crack. Jr. was a friend, but her notes were her own. Should be put in her bedroom overnight.
She left Jr holding the door to the fridge and headed back over to her desk, picking up neat piles of papers and putting them in the manila envelopes she always kept papers in, glancing around the room for anything else that was terribly personal. Very little of what was in the room could really count.
Her pistols. Those would come last- she wouldn't pick those up until she'd decided that bed was definitely in order.
Files completely tucked away, Hawkeye walked back into the kitchen and gave Jr a warning glance. "Make a mess in my kitchen and I won't let you do this again." The blonde smiled, letting him know it was meant mostly in jest, and turned with one hand on the door to her bedroom. "You sure you'll be fine?"
---
By the time she had returned, Rubedo had managed to locate the makings for a simple sandwich, and he looked up to feign offense at the very suggestion that he might make a mess. Of course, he always made a mess...but at least he knew how to clean up after himself. Fortunately, sandwich making was pretty mess free, sans the crumbs.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." He noticed she looked pretty tired...in terms of mental health more than physical. Part of him wanted to ask, but it definitely wasn't his business, so he just went back to his oh-so-complicated sandwich scheme. "Sleep tight."
---
Hawkeye opened the door, depositing the files on a table near the door, shut it again and went back for her pistols- two of them were already in the bedroom, but the other three were still in the living room, and she gathered them up, checking the deadbolt on the door as she went past. She could trust Jr. to not let anyone in.
Holsters slung over her arms, she turned the door handle to her bedroom and entered. "Good night."
---
He was washing the butter knife as she headed back into her room, and he waited for her door to close before letting his smile drop. After turning the water off, Rubedo stared glumly at his warped reflection in the knife, the droplets of water still clinging to the silver skewing it even more.
What was he going to do tomorrow? What was he going to say? Could he honestly do what Shelley wanted him to, without losing control. If he got too emotional, then the Red Dragon threatened to be let loose. Could he trust that his love for her was enough to keep him cool? Or was that the very thing that made him so dangerous?
...Regardless, after Albedo's threat, he knew that he had to warn her about him. It was the least he owed her.
After forcing the sandwich down for necessity's sake, Rubedo curled up on the couch and tried to sleep. He was unsuccessful, but at least his eyes got some rest. He was out of the apartment by dawn, leaving a plate of breakfast on her kitchen counter. He knew she would find before it got cold. She just wasn't the type to sleep in.
Beside the plate was a thank you note scrawled on a piece of paper ripped out of the autograph book he always carried around with him.
Lt., Thanks for letting me stay. I owe you a lot more than you know. -Jr.