[closed; in progress]

[triessence.livejournal.com]

When; November sixth, around noon.
Rating; PG/PG-13 for potential potty mouths and Wanijima shenanigans.
Characters; trasalire and theshinjukucroc.
Summary; Big brother, papa-- bropapa? Whatever it is, Akito’s more curious about other things- and leaving Kaito alone sounds like a horrible idea.
Log;

[ Knocking on the door of the apartment he had lived in for several months sounded- strange, to say in the least, especially since he was pretty sure he still lived in this one, despite Agito dragging clothes and tool out into the apartment Kazu had moved in. No, it was still definitely his home here, so the hand that had been poised in front of the door to rap his knuckles against it was instead moving down, opening the door just enough to peek his head on through. ]

[ If he wasn’t in, he’d turn around and leave, come back another time; there was no need to wait around or anything like that, after all; Kaito would be fine waiting another day. ]

.. Papa?

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[triessence.livejournal.com]

I don't think you could have done that with one hand. Maybe I should go get a hair tie to use until your arm can move again. Hopefully it'll be able to.

[ Slouching over, he leaned the side of his head against Kaito's good arm. ]

Agito left because he was upset. Kazu was getting.. overcrowded in here, and since he had moved out anyway, it was much more simple that way. They're both still training hard, all the time- so it would have happened eventually, anyway.

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

Maybe there's some miracle worker here that will heal it so it moves again.

[Wouldn't that be nice.]

Oi, Agito. I know you can hear me. I didn't tell you about being your father because you couldn't handle it.

[And with that, he's done with this emotional business.]

I need a cigarette.

[triessence.livejournal.com]

There's a lot of different sort of people here, so maybe someone would be able to heal it all up.

[ If he hadn't been used to the yelling in his head, there definitely would have been a wince when Kaito spoke to Agito- instead, he just shook his head, gave himself a moment, then moved to stand up. ]

Do you have any left?

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

[He's making a note to find someone to fix his shoulder for him so he can stop dealing with this. If nothing else, it hurts like a bitch and he's tired of that.

Getting up, he scratches his stomach before putting his arm on the kid's head.]

How long are you staying anyway?

[triessence.livejournal.com]

[ The arm on top of his head had Akito slouching over a little, hands moving up to try and push it off of his hair. It wasn't that troublesome, though; so aside from the gentle push, he didn't put much effort into it. ]

I'll stay until Agito needs to go and train with Kazu, or until you start destroying things up again. Whichever comes first. I don't have anything to do around here, anyway.

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

I was only destroying shit to piss off Beandick.

[It's the honest answer. Since Kazu left he hasn't been nearly so destructive. Funny how that works out.

Still, he gets off of Akito and heads out to go find where he left his cigarettes. Probably on that table somewhere.]

[triessence.livejournal.com]

You scared Kazu out of his own apartment. That wasn't very nice, papa.

[ When Kaito got off, he followed after, keeping a few steps behind him. ]

He's the one who let me come and stay here, long before you got here-- and let you stay in here, too.

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

[He grabs the box and smacks it a few times until one pops out. That he puts in his mouth before he goes fishing for a lighter.]

He should grow a pair.

[triessence.livejournal.com]

[ Reaching down into Kaito's pocket, he pulled out the lighter himself, finger dragging across the top to light it, and held it up to the cigarette.]

He's part of team Kogarasumaru. My team.

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

[That's handy. He leans down to get the cigarette lit before talking again.]

He still lacks balls.

[triessence.livejournal.com]

[ Once the cigarette was light, he shoved the lighter back down into his pocket. ]

He's my friend.

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

Doesn't change the fact.

[triessence.livejournal.com]

You could still be more nice.

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

No point.

[He doesn't like him or respect him. Why be nice?]

[triessence.livejournal.com]

But, he's my friend.

[ This is why he never brings people home with him. ]

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

Not hearing a point there.

[triessence.livejournal.com]

I know, I know.

[ He tried, though. ]

[theshinjukucroc.livejournal.com]

Make a point next time.

[triessence.livejournal.com]

I thought since he was my friend, papa would try and be nice to him, since-- aren't most people like that, or something? I don't know.

But, papa's papa.