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Log; complete
When; Let's be fair and say late in the evening of May 5th to early morning of May 6th.
Rating; PG
Characters; Yumichika (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
too_ugly) and Hanatarou (small_comfort)
Summary; Yumichika finally infiltrates Hanatarou's and Unohana's apartment, thinking no one is home. Hanatarou tends to his needs and gives him a run down about employment and housing.
Log;
Just as he had planned to do, Yumichika found himself at Hanatarou's door step. He was a rather hideous sight if he had to say so himself. Desperately in need of a bath and a decent place to settle in, he sighed in half aggravation and knelt to retrieve the hidden key that was left for him beneath the mat. For the life of him, he preferred for Unohana to not be home at all. Things would be so much easier that way.
"Hmph."
With that utterance, he inserted the key into the lock and quietly opened the door just far enough for him to peek his head inside.
"..."
~~~
The apartment was clean, well-furnished, and appeared to be deserted; the lights were off, and the kitchen and front room were empty. Doors leading to other rooms (including the all-important bathroom) stood slightly ajar, but it was impossible to see exactly where they led from the front entrance.
~~~
Ah, empty. Victory! Things couldn't be more perfect. As he closed the door behind him, Yumichika simply felt around, fingertips lightly grazing against wall for a light switch of sorts. He was an impatient one, eventually giving up after only a moment or two of searching. As of now, fresh water was of utmost importance. Doors, doors... There was only one way to find a bathroom. Carefully prowling through the front room, he went to the first door and lightly pushed it open. Cue his complaining.
"Gaaaaaah, I'll never get clean."
~~~
There was not a bathtub in the room, but there was a heap of something on the floor. ... Actually, it was blankets and a futon. ... And Hanatarou. Who was shifting slowly, blinking sleepily, and-- wait for it--
"Eeeek!!" he shrieked, yanking the blanket over his head. ... After a second, he lowered the blanket (revealing his bed-hair in all its glory). "... Is that Ayasegawa-san? ... Good morning."
~~~
Naturally a heap of sheets wouldn't move, much less speak. The moment he realized that the room was not empty at all, Yumichika nearly turned a fetching shade of blue as he screamed and retreated a step back into the hallway and pointed an accusing finger at the other.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! What are YOU doing here?!"
~~~
Hanatarou stared blankly. "... What?" he said, and blinked. Then he blinked again (with more purpose!) and continued. "Oh! Right. I'm sorry. I worked late last night, so I took a later shift for today..."
~~~
Yumichika blinked as well, his features becoming a little more relaxed.
"Is that so? Apologies for waking you. Where is Unohana-taichou?"
~~~
Hanatarou stared blankly again, but not for very long this time. "Uh..." he said, struggling with his sleepy brain. "She's not here. ... Can I get you anything? Tea?"
~~~
"Thank goodness. ...Clothing is more desirable than tea. But before that, you could point me into the direction of your bathroom." Taking a step forward, Yumichika loomed over Hanatarou and spoke in a most demonic voice. His irritation at not being clean was starting to overwhelm him. "Now."
~~~
"Eeh!" Hanatarou shrieked (quietly), pulling the blanket back over his head. "I-it's the second door on the right," he informed Yumichika, although his voice was somewhat muffled.
~~~
"Thank you~ <3" Practically prancing down the hall, Yumichika passed one door and twirled into the second. Closing the door behind him, he immediately began to peel out of his clothing. Calling through the door, his voice sounded almost...nice as he addressed Hanatarou. "Wimp? We will converse together when I am done."
~~~
"What?" Hanatarou called back. "... Oh! Yes. ... So did you want tea? ... Or breakfast, or anything?"
~~~
"If you simply must make yourself useful, tea and light finger-foods would be nice."
Yes...that would do for now. He didn't have much of an appetite anyway. He was far too busy learning about his new surroundings and mingling with the locals. ...And getting reprimanded by Byakuya. Shrugging a naked shoulder, Yumichika threw out his arms and sailed into the shower. A bit of fooling around with the knobs therein earned him a very hot and powerful water flow. He exhaled deeply and purred as the water rained down upon him, thankful for these conveniences.
~~~
In the meantime, Hanatarou got up, made his bed, got dressed, and started tea brewing. ... He wasn't entirely sure what Yumichika expected when he said 'finger foods', but he found some crackers in the pantry.
~~~
Clueless as to how Hanatarou was spending his time, Yumichika made the most of his within the next half hour or so. He'd washed every inch of is skin, every strand of his hair, and even the soles of his feet. It wasn't easy to look so beautiful, you know. He would have loved to perform his usual and very confidential ritual of skin care, but he lacked such tools at the moment. He'd just have to make due with what he had. Freshly washed and only partly dry, he dabbed at his hair and once more called to Hanatarou.
"Wimp? Would you like to behold my naked self or would you like for me to temporarily wear something of yours?"
~~~
"It's 'Yamada Hanatarou'!" Hanatarou called back, helpfully. "Umm... I don't think my clothes would fit you very well... is that all right?"
~~~
"Hanawimp, then."
Yumichika corrected himself, stepping out of the bathroom and wandering into the kitchen. He was carelessly absorbing water from his ear despite his very naked self. What did he have to hide, anyway? He was a glorious piece of work and all should behold his magnificence. A little wimp like Hanatarou probably wouldn't understand what he was looking at anyway, he decided.
"I know for a fact that nothing will fit properly, but something to cover just my lower half is perfectly fine."
~~~
Hanatarou wasn't really looking, but in fact, he was perfectly aware: it was a naked dude. ... And since he was a medic, nudity by itself had long since ceased to have any particular allure or shock value.
"I'll see what I can find," he said, and went back into his room. A few moments later, he was back!! ... with sweatpants. And a pair of boxer briefs.
~~~
"Ah, you're so obedient. Thank you."
Draping the towel around his neck, Yumichika held up the offered clothing to look them over. Sweatpants? Ghastly! But he'd settle for them. Boxer briefs? ...Another man's underwear?
"..Absolutely not!"
Folding them in half, he placed them atop Hanatarou's head with a smile and slipped into the sweatpants instead. The length was not nearly enough to cover him, but he compromised by rolling them up into makeshift capris. Now that he was clean, his demeanor was much more pleasant.
"There now! This is much better. I am grateful for your efforts, Hanawimp. Let us eat food and drink tea together, post-haste!"
~~~
(Honestly, Hanatarou kind of felt the same way about someone else wearing his underwear, but
it had seemed rude not to offer any at all. ... And they were clean, of course.)
"Ah... of course!" he smiled, removing the underwear from his head. After he returned it to his room, he poured tea and placed two bowls of rice and the plate of crackers on the table.
~~~
Trailing after the other, Yumichika took a seat across from him and sat on the floor. Legs folded neatly beneath him, the bowl of rice was picked up first and foremost. It smelled wonderful, looked great, but probably tasted even better. His improved spirits were evident in the way he scooped up bits of rice into his mouth. "Well then, how long have you been in the city?"
~~~
Hanatarou wasn't entirely sure he got it, but if Yumichika was in a better mood, it had to be a good thing...! "Um," he said, blowing on his tea, "about a month."
~~~
"A month? That is longer than I expected. Do you like it here in this strange place?" His bowl rose to about chest height as he scooped another mouthful of rice.
~~~
"... Really? Why do you say that?" Hanatarou blinked. (Did he somehow give the impression of someone who had been here a very short time?)
"I don't mind it. Some of the curses are terrible, and of course Aizen and his group are antagonistic, but it's wonderful to be able to see and talk with a lot of people I wouldn't normally get to. ... And I've met some very nice people here, as well."
~~~
Yumichika spoke between generous bites of food. "No reason. I've lost all sense of time since landing in that damn fountain. As for the curses. ...Annoying! Aizen? Beautiful, yet very selfish. I believe I can adapt to this place, but there are some things I don't know. Perhaps you can fill me in?"
His rice was nearly gone now. Thinking it more polite to leave a bit in his bowl so that he wouldn't look greedy, Yumichika placed it back onto the table in exchange for his tea. He handled the cup with grace, gently mimicking Hanatarou's blowing to cool it.
~~~
"'Beautiful'?" Hanatarou repeated, making a bit of a face. "I wouldn't say that. I don't like his hair. ... And 'selfish' is a bit of an understatement, isn't it?"
He had another sip of tea. "... Anyway, certainly. What would you like to know?"
~~~
Yumi laughed at that, blowing another stream of air over his tea. "I'm just kidding, Wimp."
Sip.
"How do I go about securing a place to live? It is imperative that I do, apparently."
~~~
"Hanatarou," Hanatarou corrected helpfully.
"Well... it seems that you just pick an apartment you like and start living there. In my case, Unohana-taichou was already here, so she let me stay with her... Matsumoto-fukutaichou, Hisagi-fukutaichou, Kira-fukutaichou, and I think Abarai-fukutaichou also share an apartment. That might be good if there's enough room for another person. Ukitake-taichou, Kyouraku-taichou, and their subordinates live at the temple, I think... Kusajishi-fukutaichou is in an apartment, but I'm not sure who her roommates are. And Kuchiki-taichou and Rukia-san live together, but they probably wouldn't let you move in with them. ... Anyway, wherever you live, you'll need to pay rent, so... I suppose you'd need to get a job of some kind."
~~~
"Ah yes, Byakuya would never allow me to reside in the same living quarters as he. The attractiveness between the two of us would crumble the very foundation of the building!" Yumichika balled his fist dramatically.
" ...it can't be contained!" ...And he gave a dramatic sigh, sipping from his cup. "...Ah well. Everyone is all shacked up and cozy. I'll simply find somewhere to live, too. But. I don't. Want. To get. A job. The very thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth."
~~~
"No, that's not why," Hanatarou contradicted easily.
"... Well... that may be, but you really will have to make the rent somehow. And have a way of getting spending money and things."
~~~
"Of course that's why! It's the only possible explanation." That was his story as he was sticking beside it. His cup was placed back onto the table in favor of an elbow coming to rest beside it. Yumichika propped his chin up in his hand and stared blankly through Hanatarou, voice discouraged.
"Hm. Mister Greed said that I should try out for the police force."
~~~
"Well, he wouldn't want to live with someone he doesn't like," Hanatarou shrugged, sipping tea obliviously.
"Oh! That would probably be good for you! I'm sure they'd be glad to have you, too. And if not, there are probably any number of people who'd be willing to hire you to do... well, any number of things. Probably. ... By the way, did you want to wash your clothes?"
~~~
"Guh! That remark cut me deeply."
Wibble.
"I'll find a profession even if I have to petition this whole damn city." Sitting up, Yumichika folded his arms and knitted his brows in an aggravated pout.
"Yes, I want to wash them but you don't have to do it. You've washed me and fed me and that was more than enough. im somewhat indebted to you." Those words made him want to throw up. Of all people, he never thought he'd be in debt to anyone in the 4th Division, much less Hanatarou. "Eh.. I'll wash them and these dishes after you have gone to bed."
~~~
"... I'm sorry! ... But he doesn't really like anyone that much, does he? You shouldn't take it personally," Hanatarou said, trying to be reassuring.
He blinked. "Um... you're very welcome! Please don't worry about it, though. It was no trouble. ... Shall I show you how the washing machine works, then?"
~~~
"It's hardly personal." Turning his nose up into the air, Yumichika looked away. "Don't worry about it. im certain I can figure it out on my own. If I manage to break it, I'll just blame it on you."
~~~
"Ummm," Hanatarou said, then laughed uneasily. "... O-okay!"
~~~
"One more favor."
~~~
"Hm?"
~~~
The swallowing of his pride was hardly noticeable as he still sat with his back straight, arms folded, and nose upturned. He even seemed to be annoyed that he relied so heavily on Hanatarou and Unohana at the moment. There was an extremely long and uncomfortable pause as he planned out his words.
" ............................I would be. Most honored. If I was allowed to slumber here. Just for the night. Please."
~~~
Hanatarou blinked! And then smiled.
"Um... of course! ... Well, we should probably ask Unohana-taichou, but I don't see why she'd say no. You can have my futon, and I'll... actually, there might be some extra futons... Well, anyway, either you can have mine or an extra one. ... If Unohana-taichou says it's all right. ... Which I can't imagine she wouldn't."
~~~
"I'm not taking your bed. I'll sleep where the clothing is washed. Humans do it for stray animals."
~~~
"But I couldn't possibly treat a guest like that, Ayasegawa-san," Hanatarou protested. "Please, I insist."
~~~
Yumichika peeked from the corner of his eye. "...You aren't taking a liking to me, are you?"
~~~
Yumichika was treated to another of Hanatarou's blank stares-- followed, this time, by a suspicious, sidelong glance. "... How do you mean?"
~~~
"Not in that way, you silly dolt!"
~~~
"... What do you mean, then?" (More blank staring.)
~~~
"GO TO BED!"
~~~
"Eek!" Hanatarou yelped (briefly). "Y-yes. ... Good night, then!" He finished his tea, then
obediently returned to his room.
~~~
Scowling after the other until he was out of sight, Yumichika rose to his feet and sighed. Hands on his hips, he glanced at the collection of things on the table and began collecting them. It was time to start cleaning just as he promised. The more quickly he did so, the better, too. The last thing he needed was an angry Unohana. ...If she was even capable of getting angry. Shrugging off the thought, he turned off the lights in the main room and quietly padded to the kitchen to wash. Knowing Hanatarou was well out of earshot, he muttered a soft 'goodnight, wimp' to him anyway.
Rating; PG
Characters; Yumichika (
too_ugly) and Hanatarou (small_comfort)Summary; Yumichika finally infiltrates Hanatarou's and Unohana's apartment, thinking no one is home. Hanatarou tends to his needs and gives him a run down about employment and housing.
Log;
Just as he had planned to do, Yumichika found himself at Hanatarou's door step. He was a rather hideous sight if he had to say so himself. Desperately in need of a bath and a decent place to settle in, he sighed in half aggravation and knelt to retrieve the hidden key that was left for him beneath the mat. For the life of him, he preferred for Unohana to not be home at all. Things would be so much easier that way.
"Hmph."
With that utterance, he inserted the key into the lock and quietly opened the door just far enough for him to peek his head inside.
"..."
~~~
The apartment was clean, well-furnished, and appeared to be deserted; the lights were off, and the kitchen and front room were empty. Doors leading to other rooms (including the all-important bathroom) stood slightly ajar, but it was impossible to see exactly where they led from the front entrance.
~~~
Ah, empty. Victory! Things couldn't be more perfect. As he closed the door behind him, Yumichika simply felt around, fingertips lightly grazing against wall for a light switch of sorts. He was an impatient one, eventually giving up after only a moment or two of searching. As of now, fresh water was of utmost importance. Doors, doors... There was only one way to find a bathroom. Carefully prowling through the front room, he went to the first door and lightly pushed it open. Cue his complaining.
"Gaaaaaah, I'll never get clean."
~~~
There was not a bathtub in the room, but there was a heap of something on the floor. ... Actually, it was blankets and a futon. ... And Hanatarou. Who was shifting slowly, blinking sleepily, and-- wait for it--
"Eeeek!!" he shrieked, yanking the blanket over his head. ... After a second, he lowered the blanket (revealing his bed-hair in all its glory). "... Is that Ayasegawa-san? ... Good morning."
~~~
Naturally a heap of sheets wouldn't move, much less speak. The moment he realized that the room was not empty at all, Yumichika nearly turned a fetching shade of blue as he screamed and retreated a step back into the hallway and pointed an accusing finger at the other.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! What are YOU doing here?!"
~~~
Hanatarou stared blankly. "... What?" he said, and blinked. Then he blinked again (with more purpose!) and continued. "Oh! Right. I'm sorry. I worked late last night, so I took a later shift for today..."
~~~
Yumichika blinked as well, his features becoming a little more relaxed.
"Is that so? Apologies for waking you. Where is Unohana-taichou?"
~~~
Hanatarou stared blankly again, but not for very long this time. "Uh..." he said, struggling with his sleepy brain. "She's not here. ... Can I get you anything? Tea?"
~~~
"Thank goodness. ...Clothing is more desirable than tea. But before that, you could point me into the direction of your bathroom." Taking a step forward, Yumichika loomed over Hanatarou and spoke in a most demonic voice. His irritation at not being clean was starting to overwhelm him. "Now."
~~~
"Eeh!" Hanatarou shrieked (quietly), pulling the blanket back over his head. "I-it's the second door on the right," he informed Yumichika, although his voice was somewhat muffled.
~~~
"Thank you~ <3" Practically prancing down the hall, Yumichika passed one door and twirled into the second. Closing the door behind him, he immediately began to peel out of his clothing. Calling through the door, his voice sounded almost...nice as he addressed Hanatarou. "Wimp? We will converse together when I am done."
~~~
"What?" Hanatarou called back. "... Oh! Yes. ... So did you want tea? ... Or breakfast, or anything?"
~~~
"If you simply must make yourself useful, tea and light finger-foods would be nice."
Yes...that would do for now. He didn't have much of an appetite anyway. He was far too busy learning about his new surroundings and mingling with the locals. ...And getting reprimanded by Byakuya. Shrugging a naked shoulder, Yumichika threw out his arms and sailed into the shower. A bit of fooling around with the knobs therein earned him a very hot and powerful water flow. He exhaled deeply and purred as the water rained down upon him, thankful for these conveniences.
~~~
In the meantime, Hanatarou got up, made his bed, got dressed, and started tea brewing. ... He wasn't entirely sure what Yumichika expected when he said 'finger foods', but he found some crackers in the pantry.
~~~
Clueless as to how Hanatarou was spending his time, Yumichika made the most of his within the next half hour or so. He'd washed every inch of is skin, every strand of his hair, and even the soles of his feet. It wasn't easy to look so beautiful, you know. He would have loved to perform his usual and very confidential ritual of skin care, but he lacked such tools at the moment. He'd just have to make due with what he had. Freshly washed and only partly dry, he dabbed at his hair and once more called to Hanatarou.
"Wimp? Would you like to behold my naked self or would you like for me to temporarily wear something of yours?"
~~~
"It's 'Yamada Hanatarou'!" Hanatarou called back, helpfully. "Umm... I don't think my clothes would fit you very well... is that all right?"
~~~
"Hanawimp, then."
Yumichika corrected himself, stepping out of the bathroom and wandering into the kitchen. He was carelessly absorbing water from his ear despite his very naked self. What did he have to hide, anyway? He was a glorious piece of work and all should behold his magnificence. A little wimp like Hanatarou probably wouldn't understand what he was looking at anyway, he decided.
"I know for a fact that nothing will fit properly, but something to cover just my lower half is perfectly fine."
~~~
Hanatarou wasn't really looking, but in fact, he was perfectly aware: it was a naked dude. ... And since he was a medic, nudity by itself had long since ceased to have any particular allure or shock value.
"I'll see what I can find," he said, and went back into his room. A few moments later, he was back!! ... with sweatpants. And a pair of boxer briefs.
~~~
"Ah, you're so obedient. Thank you."
Draping the towel around his neck, Yumichika held up the offered clothing to look them over. Sweatpants? Ghastly! But he'd settle for them. Boxer briefs? ...Another man's underwear?
"..Absolutely not!"
Folding them in half, he placed them atop Hanatarou's head with a smile and slipped into the sweatpants instead. The length was not nearly enough to cover him, but he compromised by rolling them up into makeshift capris. Now that he was clean, his demeanor was much more pleasant.
"There now! This is much better. I am grateful for your efforts, Hanawimp. Let us eat food and drink tea together, post-haste!"
~~~
(Honestly, Hanatarou kind of felt the same way about someone else wearing his underwear, but
it had seemed rude not to offer any at all. ... And they were clean, of course.)
"Ah... of course!" he smiled, removing the underwear from his head. After he returned it to his room, he poured tea and placed two bowls of rice and the plate of crackers on the table.
~~~
Trailing after the other, Yumichika took a seat across from him and sat on the floor. Legs folded neatly beneath him, the bowl of rice was picked up first and foremost. It smelled wonderful, looked great, but probably tasted even better. His improved spirits were evident in the way he scooped up bits of rice into his mouth. "Well then, how long have you been in the city?"
~~~
Hanatarou wasn't entirely sure he got it, but if Yumichika was in a better mood, it had to be a good thing...! "Um," he said, blowing on his tea, "about a month."
~~~
"A month? That is longer than I expected. Do you like it here in this strange place?" His bowl rose to about chest height as he scooped another mouthful of rice.
~~~
"... Really? Why do you say that?" Hanatarou blinked. (Did he somehow give the impression of someone who had been here a very short time?)
"I don't mind it. Some of the curses are terrible, and of course Aizen and his group are antagonistic, but it's wonderful to be able to see and talk with a lot of people I wouldn't normally get to. ... And I've met some very nice people here, as well."
~~~
Yumichika spoke between generous bites of food. "No reason. I've lost all sense of time since landing in that damn fountain. As for the curses. ...Annoying! Aizen? Beautiful, yet very selfish. I believe I can adapt to this place, but there are some things I don't know. Perhaps you can fill me in?"
His rice was nearly gone now. Thinking it more polite to leave a bit in his bowl so that he wouldn't look greedy, Yumichika placed it back onto the table in exchange for his tea. He handled the cup with grace, gently mimicking Hanatarou's blowing to cool it.
~~~
"'Beautiful'?" Hanatarou repeated, making a bit of a face. "I wouldn't say that. I don't like his hair. ... And 'selfish' is a bit of an understatement, isn't it?"
He had another sip of tea. "... Anyway, certainly. What would you like to know?"
~~~
Yumi laughed at that, blowing another stream of air over his tea. "I'm just kidding, Wimp."
Sip.
"How do I go about securing a place to live? It is imperative that I do, apparently."
~~~
"Hanatarou," Hanatarou corrected helpfully.
"Well... it seems that you just pick an apartment you like and start living there. In my case, Unohana-taichou was already here, so she let me stay with her... Matsumoto-fukutaichou, Hisagi-fukutaichou, Kira-fukutaichou, and I think Abarai-fukutaichou also share an apartment. That might be good if there's enough room for another person. Ukitake-taichou, Kyouraku-taichou, and their subordinates live at the temple, I think... Kusajishi-fukutaichou is in an apartment, but I'm not sure who her roommates are. And Kuchiki-taichou and Rukia-san live together, but they probably wouldn't let you move in with them. ... Anyway, wherever you live, you'll need to pay rent, so... I suppose you'd need to get a job of some kind."
~~~
"Ah yes, Byakuya would never allow me to reside in the same living quarters as he. The attractiveness between the two of us would crumble the very foundation of the building!" Yumichika balled his fist dramatically.
" ...it can't be contained!" ...And he gave a dramatic sigh, sipping from his cup. "...Ah well. Everyone is all shacked up and cozy. I'll simply find somewhere to live, too. But. I don't. Want. To get. A job. The very thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth."
~~~
"No, that's not why," Hanatarou contradicted easily.
"... Well... that may be, but you really will have to make the rent somehow. And have a way of getting spending money and things."
~~~
"Of course that's why! It's the only possible explanation." That was his story as he was sticking beside it. His cup was placed back onto the table in favor of an elbow coming to rest beside it. Yumichika propped his chin up in his hand and stared blankly through Hanatarou, voice discouraged.
"Hm. Mister Greed said that I should try out for the police force."
~~~
"Well, he wouldn't want to live with someone he doesn't like," Hanatarou shrugged, sipping tea obliviously.
"Oh! That would probably be good for you! I'm sure they'd be glad to have you, too. And if not, there are probably any number of people who'd be willing to hire you to do... well, any number of things. Probably. ... By the way, did you want to wash your clothes?"
~~~
"Guh! That remark cut me deeply."
Wibble.
"I'll find a profession even if I have to petition this whole damn city." Sitting up, Yumichika folded his arms and knitted his brows in an aggravated pout.
"Yes, I want to wash them but you don't have to do it. You've washed me and fed me and that was more than enough. im somewhat indebted to you." Those words made him want to throw up. Of all people, he never thought he'd be in debt to anyone in the 4th Division, much less Hanatarou. "Eh.. I'll wash them and these dishes after you have gone to bed."
~~~
"... I'm sorry! ... But he doesn't really like anyone that much, does he? You shouldn't take it personally," Hanatarou said, trying to be reassuring.
He blinked. "Um... you're very welcome! Please don't worry about it, though. It was no trouble. ... Shall I show you how the washing machine works, then?"
~~~
"It's hardly personal." Turning his nose up into the air, Yumichika looked away. "Don't worry about it. im certain I can figure it out on my own. If I manage to break it, I'll just blame it on you."
~~~
"Ummm," Hanatarou said, then laughed uneasily. "... O-okay!"
~~~
"One more favor."
~~~
"Hm?"
~~~
The swallowing of his pride was hardly noticeable as he still sat with his back straight, arms folded, and nose upturned. He even seemed to be annoyed that he relied so heavily on Hanatarou and Unohana at the moment. There was an extremely long and uncomfortable pause as he planned out his words.
" ............................I would be. Most honored. If I was allowed to slumber here. Just for the night. Please."
~~~
Hanatarou blinked! And then smiled.
"Um... of course! ... Well, we should probably ask Unohana-taichou, but I don't see why she'd say no. You can have my futon, and I'll... actually, there might be some extra futons... Well, anyway, either you can have mine or an extra one. ... If Unohana-taichou says it's all right. ... Which I can't imagine she wouldn't."
~~~
"I'm not taking your bed. I'll sleep where the clothing is washed. Humans do it for stray animals."
~~~
"But I couldn't possibly treat a guest like that, Ayasegawa-san," Hanatarou protested. "Please, I insist."
~~~
Yumichika peeked from the corner of his eye. "...You aren't taking a liking to me, are you?"
~~~
Yumichika was treated to another of Hanatarou's blank stares-- followed, this time, by a suspicious, sidelong glance. "... How do you mean?"
~~~
"Not in that way, you silly dolt!"
~~~
"... What do you mean, then?" (More blank staring.)
~~~
"GO TO BED!"
~~~
"Eek!" Hanatarou yelped (briefly). "Y-yes. ... Good night, then!" He finished his tea, then
obediently returned to his room.
~~~
Scowling after the other until he was out of sight, Yumichika rose to his feet and sighed. Hands on his hips, he glanced at the collection of things on the table and began collecting them. It was time to start cleaning just as he promised. The more quickly he did so, the better, too. The last thing he needed was an angry Unohana. ...If she was even capable of getting angry. Shrugging off the thought, he turned off the lights in the main room and quietly padded to the kitchen to wash. Knowing Hanatarou was well out of earshot, he muttered a soft 'goodnight, wimp' to him anyway.