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tampered2008-03-30 09:04 pm
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LOG; Ongoing
When; March 31, early in the morning
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]
Summary; Hiruma is back in the City after being gone for a little over a week.
Log;
The apartment is quiet this early in the morning, save for the sounds of Kurita's snoring. Far from having kept him awake when he'd arrived several hours ago, it had actually put him to sleep faster. It had helped that he'd been tired as fuck, of course, though really anything that helped him sleep these days was welcome.
His fingers twitched, the skin of his right arm itching. It made him scowl irritably, shifting his arm a bit and baring his teeth in a deeper grimace at the flare of pain this caused. He resented the weight of the cast on his arm, the sling he was forced to wear to keep it from pulling too much on his shoulder. He hated what the cast meant for the team, both the one in his world and the one in this one. Even more he was not happy, at all, knowing he'd been gone as long as he had. His expectations for practice this morning weren't high. The fucking fatass and the fucking shrimp would be there. He'd get the others back.
He held the pot under the tap, listened to the water fill it. Making coffee one-handed wasn't a difficult task, thankfully, and one he managed with a kind of grumpy ease. If he'd been anyone other than Hiruma Yoichi, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed this fucking early. He would have stayed right where he'd been, warm and as comfortable as he could be considering the cast. But he didn't sleep in and he sure as hell didn't lay in bed wide awake when it was time to get up and get work done.
He leaned his hip against the counter, staring at the coffeemaker without really seeing it.
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Anezaki Mamori [
fuckingmanager], Hiruma Yoichi [fuckingqb]Summary; Hiruma is back in the City after being gone for a little over a week.
Log;
The apartment is quiet this early in the morning, save for the sounds of Kurita's snoring. Far from having kept him awake when he'd arrived several hours ago, it had actually put him to sleep faster. It had helped that he'd been tired as fuck, of course, though really anything that helped him sleep these days was welcome.
His fingers twitched, the skin of his right arm itching. It made him scowl irritably, shifting his arm a bit and baring his teeth in a deeper grimace at the flare of pain this caused. He resented the weight of the cast on his arm, the sling he was forced to wear to keep it from pulling too much on his shoulder. He hated what the cast meant for the team, both the one in his world and the one in this one. Even more he was not happy, at all, knowing he'd been gone as long as he had. His expectations for practice this morning weren't high. The fucking fatass and the fucking shrimp would be there. He'd get the others back.
He held the pot under the tap, listened to the water fill it. Making coffee one-handed wasn't a difficult task, thankfully, and one he managed with a kind of grumpy ease. If he'd been anyone other than Hiruma Yoichi, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed this fucking early. He would have stayed right where he'd been, warm and as comfortable as he could be considering the cast. But he didn't sleep in and he sure as hell didn't lay in bed wide awake when it was time to get up and get work done.
He leaned his hip against the counter, staring at the coffeemaker without really seeing it.
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Part of Hiruma idly envisioned blowing up the cast once he could finally remove it. The thought took some of the scowl out of his expression.
"Not tired, fucking manager?" This was early, even for her. A bit early for him too, but the pain in his arm had woken him up. It still throbbed dully, a reminder in the back of his mind.