Summary: Tao brought out his pocket computer and flicked it open. He peered at it for a second and then looked up at Frankenstein. "There's movement in the recovery room."
Again, assuming the perfect ending of season 6.
Pick Up
By Dark Ice Dragon
Frankenstein closed his eyes, breathing in. Master was in his arms, his clothes torn and bloody after the battle; his blood was dripping steadily onto the floor, seeping past the makeshift bandages. But it was over for now, at least.
"Put Muzaka into the recovery room," Frankenstein said over his shoulder as he headed for Master's bedroom.
"Got it, Boss."
Everyone had gotten out alive – scathed, but alive. How long would it be until their luck ran out?
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"It's been quiet these last couple days, huh?" Tao murmured, gazing into the depths of his tea.
Frankenstein smiled wanly at him. "Everyone has been resting, and the children haven't visited during that time either." They thought the household had collectively caught the flu again.
"Yeah, I know but-" Tao blinked and then straightened. He started digging into his pocket, handing Takeo his mug, who took it without question.
Tao brought out his pocket computer and flicked it open. He peered at it for a second and then looked up at him. "There's movement in the recovery room."
Frankenstein nodded, standing up. "I will be back shortly."
"Should we heat something up?" Tao asked, already on the verge of getting to his feet.
It would have been several days since Muzaka had last eaten, possibly even more. "Yes, it would be most appreciated. He probably won't be eating much," he added, "but it would be best to heat something for yourselves as well."
"Will do! Come on, you two," Tao said, hopping to his feet, "let's do it!"
Frankenstein left, hearing them discuss what they should bring out.
Muzaka was sitting on the edge of the bed when Frankenstein entered the recovery room. Only the scars he originally had were there, his recent injuries having not left a mark on his skin.
Muzaka tilted his head at him, an eyebrow cocked. "Hn, thought I smelled you."
"You would," Frankenstein said wryly, "seeing as this is my house."
"And Raizel?"
"…Still recovering," Frankenstein said after a pause. While Muzaka had shown he still had a werewolf's regeneration (faster than Frankenstein had expected, in fact), Master's own wounds were healing sluggishly in comparison.
Muzaka gave him a curt nod, his hands clenching the edge of the bed for a second. With a harsh sigh, he stood up, rolling his shoulders. "You got something to eat?"
"We do, but first-" Frankenstein nodded to the sets of clothes laid out on the other bed. "-it would be best if you changed into some clothes."
"Eh, fine."
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Frankenstein didn't have to wait long outside and when Muzaka emerged, he had chosen a plain white shirt and light brown trousers. The shirt wasn't tucked in, nor was it buttoned up, swinging freely from his shoulders.
"Everyone wears these shoes?" Muzaka grumbled, eyeing Frankenstein's slippers. "They'll come off if I lift my foot wrong." He shook his foot, testing it.
"They're only meant to be worn indoors – it's to make sure dirt isn't brought into the house."
Muzaka snorted, his lips twisting up into a small smirk. "To keep the house clean. Should have known."
Muzaka had seemed amused by how much he'd tried to keep Master's house as clean as possible when they'd first met, but habits were hard to break after he'd worked in a laboratory for several years.
"The kitchen is this way," Frankenstein said as he began walking. Muzaka followed him without a word, though Frankenstein could hear him breathing in deeply every once in a while.
M-21, Takeo and Tao peered at them when they entered the living room and Frankenstein saw Tao elbow M-21 as soon as he clapped eyes on Muzaka. M-21 glowered at Tao in response.
"Gentlemen, you know Muzaka; Muzaka, this is M-21, Takeo, and Tao." They nodded as they were introduced, and Tao grinned, waving.
"Yo, it's good to see you're up!"
Muzaka didn't answer straight away, which was odd, and Frankenstein looked at him. He was frowning in puzzlement at Tao before he turned to Frankenstein, an eyebrow raised. "What did he say?"
A glance at the others showed a mixture of concentration, confusion, or surprise.
"Ah…" Of course. Muzaka didn't know a word of Korean.
I thought this would be 100 words at the very most again, pfft.
Shirtlessness is a werewolf trait, that's all I'm saying.
Frankenstein will have to tell Muzaka about walking around 'half-naked' outside though. XDD
There will be a part 2 to this! For once, haha.
