A/N: Bloop bloop.
azuleean (8/27/11 12:33:40 PM): Rosiano woke up slightly, his head pounding. He groaned and shoved his face in a pillow... A very warm, hard pillow. He rubbed his face against it for a little bit, eyes still closed, to try and figure out what it was.
zurui2 (8/27/11 12:41:16 PM): Jack stayed asleep. If left alone, he had the potential to sleep all the way through to the next morning, despite the fact that they went to sleep in the early afternoon.
azuleean (8/27/11 12:44:24 PM): He carefully opened one eye, the dim light filtering through the cracked door making his head hurt worse. That was about when he realized that what his face was in wasn't a pillow at all, but someone's chest. He looked up and saw Jack's sleeping face. He blushed before putting his head back where it had been, trying not to think too much about his hangover.
zurui2 (8/27/11 12:46:57 PM): Jack was on the other side of the bed from Rosiano than when they fell asleep. Had he gotten up and moved? Several of the trunks around the room were tipped over, their contents scattered on the floor. The objects included guns, picture frames, uniforms, and lots of things that looked like they belonged in a museum.
azuleean (8/27/11 12:49:06 PM): Rosiano felt Jack shift, and opened his eyes again blearily. "I-is something wrong?" He couldn't remember the events that had happened when he was drunk, or even if he really had gotten drunk, but considering his obvious hangover...
zurui2 (8/27/11 12:50:45 PM): Jack didn't open his eyes, but he was awake now. "What?" he grumbled, rubbing his face with his hands. His head hurt. That's weird. He normally didn't get hangovers. Unless it was because- "Are you okay?" He suddenly sat up, a panicked look on his face.
azuleean (8/27/11 12:52:27 PM): "What? Yeah, why? I mean, except for the fact that I have a major migraine... And my muscles are sore... And oh hey, that's new..." He had just noticed a large bruise on his wrist. "Wow, look at all the pretty colors," He grumbled.
zurui2 (8/27/11 12:54:36 PM): His heart skipped a beat when he saw the bruise, then he remembered that he was still himself when he did that. It actually didn't really make him feel better. He looked around the room. "Fuck... I knew it..." He got out of bed, first going to his dresser and grabbing a bottle of painkillers out of the drawer, tossing them to Rosiano. "Did you see me do this? Or were you asleep?"
azuleean (8/27/11 12:56:14 PM): "Um, I remember waking up a little bit... I heard a lot of noises, but I was too tired to do anything. Other than that, I don't remember anything that happened..." He wiped his eyes with a hand. "How much did I drink? Ugh..."
zurui2 (8/27/11 12:58:53 PM): His eyes widened, "You mean... You don't remember anything? Nothing at all?" His heart was beating fast. He finally told someone his secret, and they were too drunk to remember. He went to one of the trunks and started cleaning up, folding up what looked like a civil war uniform for a child.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:01:12 PM): "Well, um... I remember a little bit after I started drinking... Oh god, that was embarrassing." He looked over at Jack, noticing what he was doing. "What happened to all this stuff?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:03:13 PM): "Do you remember what I told you? At all?" He looked sad, and carefully put the uniform in the trunk. There were picture frames with black and white photos too, some of them looked like they could have been small paintings. One of them was cracked and he pulled the photo out, looking at it briefly before putting it in the trunk and throwing the broken frame away.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:04:51 PM): "Um, I remember something about someone being over 130 years old... And getting really emotional..." He rubbed his temples, trying to remember. "Something about a withdrawal, too..."
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:08:04 PM): He snorted, "You act like it's completely normal to be over 130 years old. Or, 161... Actually." He moved on to the next cluster of mess. It was all of his sheet music. He picked up all the loose pieces and put them back into neat stacks. "You told me about Russia, too. If you don't remember telling me..."azuleean (8/27/11 1:10:05 PM): "Well, age is really only a way to brand people... W-wait, I did? Shit... how much... did I tell you?" He panicked a little- he hadn't told anyone about anything other than the fact that he was Russian he was sure, but if the alcohol had loosened his tongue...
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:12:37 PM): "Becoming an assassin. A mission you won't remember until later. I'll admit it scares me, but I'd be a hypocrite if I let it matter." He put all the stacks back inside the trunk and moved on to the third one. What could his other self have been looking for? He was looking for something missing.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:19:02 PM): He paled a little, then squinted to try and make out more than just the general shapes of things. "Hey where are my glasses?" He got out of bed, and the moment he put his foot on the floor he felt a sharp pain in his foot. Looking down, he saw broken glass... And a twisted pair of wire frames.
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:22:41 PM): He wondered if he did that when he was someone else. "Shit, sorry... Do you have a spare?" This pile had several of his guns. Some looked like old revolvers, others were newer. He needed a new gun every time he went and killed himself that way, and just sort of amassed a collection. Some of them that he knew were stored disassembled had been put back together. But, he was smart enough to never store them with ammo. Now he knew what his little asshole of a brain was trying to do.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:25:04 PM): He made a 'tsk' noise as he sat back and pulled the glass out of his foot. "No... These were an old pair, too. I just replaced the lenses every time I needed to. And besides, extra pairs are expensive." He sniffed the air, recognizing the faint scent of stale gunpowder. He tried to see what Jack was doing over there, but he couldn't make out the shapes.
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:28:02 PM): He didn't know if his other self knew how to put a gun together the right way. Now he had to take them all apart to make sure nothing was damaged. Fan fucking tastic. He picked up the six of them that he knew were supposed to be apart and brought them to the bed. He didn't even care what Rosiano saw anymore. "I'm assuming you know how to take apart a gun. There should only be blanks if anything, but be careful." He went to the corner of the room and moved a floorboard. His box of ammo looked untouched. Good.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:36:24 PM): "Of course I do. I was taking apart and reassembling flamethrowers by the time I was eight." He made quick work of them, disassembling them into neat piles.
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:39:01 PM): As he got up he winced, feeling a pain at his hip. He pulled his boxers away from where the pain was coming from and cursed. There was a bunch of paper towels duct taped to the bottom part of his burn scar. There was probably an interesting story to go with it and he would never know.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:40:59 PM): Rosiano heard Jack mumbling something. He went over, forgetting that his foot was still bleeding. "What's wrong?" He squinted, trying to see what was happening.
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:43:06 PM): He hobbled to the bathroom to find a bloody knife in the sink, blood in the bath tub, and bloody towels strewn everywhere. He hit his head against the wall a few times. "Seriously? SERIOUSLY?" He took his boxers off and slowly pealed back the paper towels. Yup. The asshole tried to cut his scar off. What the fuck.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:45:59 PM): Rosiano stared at the bloody bathroom, eyebrow raised. "Somehow, I don't remember anything about you saying you had a psychopath stashed in the closet?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:48:35 PM): He laughed, "No. Worse. Stashed inside my head." He took the mass of fluff and duct tape off his leg completely. Thick red blood was starting to drip down his thigh. "Now... Where... Oh." He found his gauze and medical tape in a drawer and started to make a better bandage.
azuleean (8/27/11 1:50:22 PM): "Here, let me." He took the old bandages and wrapped them around to make a pad, then took the fresh gauze and wrapped it around to hold it on, using the medical tape to keep it all tied up. Once again, it looked as if a professional had done it.
zurui2 (8/27/11 1:52:32 PM): "Your new nickname is swiss army knife." He pulled his boxers back up and looked at the knife in the sink with a sigh. "What the hell happened..."
azuleean (8/27/11 1:59:05 PM): "Please," He grinned lopsidedly, "Just call me Rosiano. And it looks to me like whoever or whatever did this to you was aiming for a kidney without actually knowing where it was located."
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:01:46 PM): "You really don't remember anything from last night. I told you I-" He hesitated, "I did this. Multiple personalities or whatever. Another... Me or whatever did this." He washed the knife off and started picking up the bloody towels.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:03:02 PM): "You should rest- I'll get it. Blood can stain pretty badly on tiles and such if you don't use the right supplies... Oh, you probably know that already, huh...?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:04:08 PM): He gaped at Rosiano, "Are you listening to me? I'm batshit crazy and you're worried about my tiles?"
azuleean (8/27/11 2:05:24 PM): He looked at Jack, the shadow wavering a little in his eyes. "I've dealt with... much, much worse than just a psychopath." He shuddered before looking under the sink. "Where do you keep the bleach?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:09:35 PM): He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "It should be under there. Probably in the back. I don't use it much." He motioned, and then left the bathroom. He collected up the parts of the guns and put them away neatly in the trunk. He tried to piece together the evidence. He had a feeling that there had been two of him, or one very indecisive one. The scar could have been taken as a symbol of the cause of his immortality. And of course, the gun thing. He was just trying to kill himself. No big deal.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:12:43 PM): He practically dove into the cabinet so that he could see the labels. He held his breath so as not to inhale any fumes. He found the bottle, pulling it out. "Here we are. I just hope it hasn't stained the grouting... That always causes the police to get suspicious." He laughed a little at the end, trying to make it apparent he was joking. But it did make them suspicious- he knew for a fact.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:16:07 PM): He shrugged, "Even if I get convicted of murder, they won't be able to give me the death penalty or a life sentence. I'll escape at some point."
azuleean (8/27/11 2:20:03 PM): Rosiano plugged the bathtub and started filling it with cold water. He poured in about a third of what was left in the bleach- should be about the right proportions, he figure. "Yeah, and if you escape they'll suspect me. It's always the butler-slash-maid-slash-girlfriend." He stopped for a second, pausing as he considered what he had just said. "Dammit. That's not... I mean... I need to start thinking before I talk."
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:22:09 PM): He laughed, "Speaking of talking, you should use your Russian accent more often. I like it." He fiddled his fingers and leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, then turned on the fan to get rid of the fumes. "So... Do you remember everything I told you? Because... I don't know if I could say it again."
azuleean (8/27/11 2:24:16 PM): "I do remember... the chemical, the years passed, the money... I just can't remember what I said and what happened after I walked around to you..." Now that he wasn't drunk and actually was trying to lie well, it sounded exactly like the truth. The thought of his actions made him shudder internally.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:30:07 PM): He was so glad he wasn't facing Jack right now- he was sure he would figure it out from his expression... He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts as he reached for one of the bloody towels and put it in.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:31:53 PM): He crossed his arms. "If it's difficult for you to maintain an American accent, I'd love it if you let yourself speak with a Russian one around me. It's extremely hot. Seriously."
azuleean (8/27/11 2:33:35 PM): "I-it's not that hard... I've gotten fairly used to it from living in America for ten years." He was lying again as he started to scrub the inside of the bath, attempting to scrub off the dried blood. He blushed at the other's words.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:36:50 PM): He frowned, "I shouldn't be making you do that..."
azuleean (8/27/11 2:41:26 PM): Rosiano was already halfway done with scrubbing out the tub when Jack said that. "Do what?" He was very OCD about hygiene, a trait beaten into him in the military.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:43:01 PM): "Cleaning up my blood. It's my blood." He was starting to feel light-headed. That's weird.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:44:03 PM): "And?" He had a very defiant look on his face that said I'm-cleaning-this-up-whether-you-like-it-or-not.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:45:52 PM): He laughed, "Fine whatever." He turned around to go to the couch and sit down, but managed to end up facing a different direction that he wanted, and before he knew it he was falling flat on his back. He stared blankly at the ceiling. What the fuck.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:47:27 PM): He saw what was happening and, faster than he could think, he had his arm under Jack's head to keep it from banging against the ground. "Jack, what's wrong?" His eyebrows turned up in worry.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:51:10 PM): He laughed a little, "You smell like bleach. Don't worry about me." He frowned, then looked at the place where his leg was torn up. "Oh. Fuck. I'm dying. This isn't even life threatening! What the hell!" He looked extremely annoyed. "I probably lost more blood than I thought I did. I'll be back in a couple hours." He tried to get up.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:52:33 PM): Rosiano pushed him back down. "Don't move. What do you mean, dying? I thought you said you couldn't!" He started to panic a little, but he pushed the fear to the back of his mind.
zurui2 (8/27/11 2:56:12 PM): "Well, no, it's more like I just keep coming back. Like a zombie! That's how the life insurance thing works so well. I die, I get declared dead, and then I wake up and leave the morgue." He shrugged. He didn't want Rosiano to freak out and try to call 911 or something. "I'll be okay just, don't call the paramedics or whatever." He was still trying to figure out how he could be dying right now. Probably internal bleeding.
azuleean (8/27/11 2:59:12 PM): "But it is only a small cut! Well, not that small, but it isn't all that deep. I don't see anything else anywhere on your body..." He thought for a second and then asked. "Do you perchance have any coconuts and aquarium tubing?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:01:02 PM): He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... Uh... The tubing is under the kitchen sink and the coconuts are on top of the fridge."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:04:29 PM): "Great." He ran out and grabbed the coconuts the moment he saw them. It took him a little longer for the tubing, but he did eventually find it. When he got back, he made a small incision in the coconut with his knife, just big enough to fit the tubing in. He opened up the drawer with the tubes of heroin, and, over the sink, ripped the needle off of one. He attached it to the other end of the tube, pinching it tight. He ripped a thread from the shirt to tie it together.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:06:12 PM): He stared at him, "What are you doing? You know it's no big deal if I die. I'll come back. You'll just have to deal with dead Jack for a few hours."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:08:35 PM): "Don't want to have to. I don't want to see you dead. Ever." He had the coconut on the sink now, and had punched another hole into it. Bringing down the needle, he inserted it into Jack's vein, using the medical tape to keep it on. The coconut water trickled down the tube.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:08:59 PM): (I got the coconut idea from Off the Map, a show about doctors in the jungle...)
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:10:16 PM): "The fuck are you doing?" He looked at the contraption, rather confused.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:11:17 PM): "I've just improvised an I.V. drip. The coconut water is the same PH as human blood." He looked rather proud of himself as he carefully pulled a long string from the shirt.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:12:32 PM): "Huh." He let his head fall back against the floor. "Know-it-all."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:15:13 PM): He smiled as he pulled out his knife again, running his finger along the hilt. "C'mon... I know it's here somewhere..." His finger found a tiny button, which he pressed to open up a tiny compartment. "Found it." He tipped a sewing needle into his hand. "This'll hurt a bit," He said as he used the string to thread it. "You okay with that?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:16:34 PM): He thought for a minute, then nodded toward the drawer with the heroin. "Gimme some drugs first. Then I'll be okay."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:18:31 PM): He sighed as he got one of the syringes out again. "Well, for all intents and purposes, it's a medical use this time." He used it as a local anesthesia around the scar. He wiped down the area afterwards, so that he could see the skin. He pressed the tip of the needle through the skin and brought it back around to tie it.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:20:07 PM): He winced, but after a while he stopped feeling it and closed his eyes. He didn't think he was in danger of dying anymore, but he was tired.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:21:17 PM): He finished sewing Jack up and tied off the end, laying back finally and relaxing. He wasn't as fast as he used to be at this stuff- he was losing his touch. "Okay... I'm done."
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:22:30 PM): "What don't you know how to do?" He rubbed his head and yawned.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:24:24 PM): He blushed a little embarrassedly. "Work with small children. Or cook. And large supermarkets make me nervous..."
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:26:00 PM): He grinned, "I was a school teacher in the 1900's... Can you believe that? Of course, you didn't need much back then. If you could read and write, you got the job. I like kids."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:27:33 PM): "I actually can't deal with them all that well... they expect everything to be sugar-coated. I just tell them where the book they're looking for is or how much they need to pay for fines at the library..." He leaned forwards a little, putting his elbows on his knees.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:30:38 PM): He stared at the ceiling, solemn again. "Eight years. I taught those kids for eight years. Watched a few of them go from kids to men. And I couldn't grow up with them." He closed his eyes again.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:32:47 PM): Rosiano leaned forwards, twisting his legs around so they were behind him. The bright lights of the bathroom made his head hurt still. He put his head on Jack's chest, feeling embarrassed about doing so.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:37:06 PM): He rolled on his side and wrapped his arms around Rosiano. "Immortality is over-rated."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:38:13 PM): "So, you can't die and you have lots of money that most people would view as immorally earned... What are you, an IRS agent?" He raised an eyebrow, grinning a little.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:39:41 PM): He snorted and hugged him tighter. "Sure. That's exactly what I am."
azuleean (8/27/11 3:40:58 PM): "I swear, I've paid all my bills..." He relaxed finally, just barely letting his guard down for a few seconds. His head still hurt like hell, he should have eaten something when he was drinking last... afternoon.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:43:50 PM): He combed Rosiano's hair with his fingers again. "Tying this up like you do is a crime. It's beautiful." He kissed his forehead.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:45:00 PM): He was confused. "What exactly do you mean by that? I don't understand..." Rosiano sighed as Jack touched his head.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:46:51 PM): "Nothing, I just have a thing for hair being worn down." He curled some of it around his fingers.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:47:42 PM): "Oh, you mean putting it back... I do that because it gets in my eyes. He smiled wearily.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:49:36 PM): "Get some girly clips or something then." He looked around and frowned, "Are we just going to stay here on the floor of my bathroom?"
azuleean (8/27/11 3:52:07 PM): He felt his lip twitch at the suggestion of the 'girly clips'. "I'm not that effeminate, am I? And I might as well get back to cleaning... You just stay here for a while." He gently moved Jack's arms off of him, and went over to start cleaning again. He hadn't really wanted to move, but...
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:53:40 PM): He laughed, "No, certainly not after last night. We're doing that again, by the way. Later." He yawned.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:55:10 PM): He blushed and scrubbed harder, trying to distract himself. His vigorous scrubbing was creating waves in the water.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:57:08 PM): He looked at him, "Jeez be gentle you're going to wear a hole in my tub." He laughed and wondered if he could get up yet and get to his couch.
azuleean (8/27/11 3:58:39 PM): "Oh shut up. Драчево" He was already nearly done with cleaning the tub- he just had to get the blood that dripped down over the edge.
zurui2 (8/27/11 3:59:45 PM): He smiled, "Mmm... I think the Russian language is my new fetish..."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:00:59 PM): "Oh, закройтевверх" He smiled to himself as he said it ironically.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:01:06 PM): (Oh, shut up.)
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:03:54 PM): "I would try to learn Russian but I think part of the appeal is not knowing what you're saying." He rubbed the palms of his hands.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:05:16 PM): "Great. You know, they say the leading cause of breakups is poor communication." He laughed at that one as he used one of the only dry, clean towels left to wipe the water off the side. The solution in the tub was already pink.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:09:14 PM): He sighed, "So... From last night... Do you remember that one thing you said in Russian..." He fidgeted. "Could you say it again?"
azuleean (8/27/11 4:09:57 PM): "Which thing? I probably said a lot..." He smiled as he started to work on the wall.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:11:20 PM): "You know it's a thing that couples normally say to each other... It's fine if you don't remember, I mean, you were pretty drunk." He shrugged.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:12:21 PM): "Well, if you tell me what I said I can say it back to you. What did it sound like?" He blushed, suddenly a little nervous.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:14:32 PM): He muttered a really bad pronunciation of 'I love you' in Russian. He was just trying to copy what Rosiano had said, but of course it sounded completely wrong coming from him.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:16:05 PM): He whispered it at first, the sound bouncing of the wall tiles. "Ятебялюблю.." He blushed, scrubbing off the still-sticky blood.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:18:08 PM): He smiled and closed his eyes. "Yeah. That. I love you too." He managed to sit up. "I figured I'd just say it in English the way I'm good at saying it."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:19:23 PM): "That is fine... Russian can be a hard language to learn. Almost as hard as English." He made fast work of the walls before starting on the floor.zurui2 (8/27/11 4:21:50 PM): He shook his head, "No, it must be harder than English. It sounds impossible."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:23:26 PM): He snorted. "Have you even looked at your own language? Like read and read?" He pronounced the first like 'reed' and the second as in 'red'. "They're spelled exactly the same and everything."
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:24:31 PM): He snorted, "Italian and Spanish have those too. It's just the Latin languages in general I think."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:25:30 PM): "Fine then. Have it your way." He washed the towels in the water, the bleach keeping them from turning red.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:28:00 PM): He looked up at him. "So... how long do you plan on putting up with me? It will only get painful, you know."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:29:59 PM): Rosiano turned to Jack questioningly. "What are you talking about? One moment you're telling me you love me, the next you're talking about how you expect me to leave. Either make up your mind or stop talking about it." He felt a little angry about the whole thing.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:31:19 PM): "Sorry... It's just, I have forever. You only get one life. I don't want you to waste it." He pulled his knees close to his chest. "I'll stop talking about it now... I guess."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:34:09 PM): He shook the water off his hands and unplugged the tub. He washed his hands thoroughly before sitting cross-legged a little ways away from the top of Jack's head. Leaning down and kissing him on the forehead, he said," Does this answer your question yet?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:36:23 PM): He didn't answer, just scooted closer to him and laid his head in Rosiano's lap, wrapping his arms around his thigh.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:38:27 PM): "Ятебялюблю.. Ятебялюблю.. Ятебялюблю.." He whispered, looking down into Jack's eyes, his own picking up the light reflected off the floor.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:41:38 PM): He hugged Rosiano's thigh tighter and closed his eyes, moving so his face was hidden. He wasn't the crying sort, but he could almost feel it in his eyes. For the moment, he held onto his masculinity and didn't cry.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:43:09 PM): "Careful, you don't want to pull out the coconut." He gently rubbed the other man's cheek with his thumb, smiling at him.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:44:32 PM): He laughed, "I think I'm good now. Do I still need it?" He was thankful for the distraction.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:45:56 PM): "No, I don't think so. Here, let me see your arm so I can take it out." Then he thought for a second. "You know, I've never tried coconut flesh..."
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:47:56 PM): He looked up at him. "It's pretty good if it's a sweet coconut. Sometimes it's bitter. These should be okay though."
azuleean (8/27/11 4:49:54 PM): "How do you prepare it, then? It seems rather awkward." He removed the IV drip from his arm carefully, once again leaving only a small mark
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:50:53 PM): "You just gotta crack it open and then go in with a spoon and dig it out. You can chop it up and put it on things too." He shrugged.
zurui2 (8/27/11 4:53:17 PM): "We could put it on ice cream, but I'm not sure how it would be. It might be good." He remembered that he still had his strawberries and ice cream in the freezer waiting for him.
azuleean (8/27/11 4:54:20 PM): "Then why don't we go do that? I've finished cleaning." He wondered what it would taste like, would he like it?
zurui2 (8/27/11 5:03:19 PM): He nodded, reluctant to leave his lap. After a pause, he scooted away and got up with the help of the support of his sink.
azuleean (8/27/11 5:04:09 PM): He quickly got up as well, putting Jack's arm over his shoulder to stabilize him. "Careful..."
zurui2 (8/27/11 5:07:18 PM): He hobbled using Rosiano as support, hoping that his other self didn't go and sabotage his ice cream too.
azuleean (8/27/11 5:15:23 PM): "I can see why you're feeling weak- considering how much blood you lost." He helped Jack onto one of the chairs, making sure he was okay.
zurui2 (8/27/11 6:49:53 PM): He sat gratefully, leaning back. "My ice cream from last night should still be in the freezer, if you could get it for me... Please?"
azuleean (8/27/11 6:51:25 PM): "Yeah, no problem. Although it's really just from earlier this afternoon, huh?" He went over and opened the freezer, pausing just as he was about to lift the bowl out. "Hey, do you know if you got up another time when I was asleep?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 6:57:01 PM): He nodded, "Yeah, earlier this afternoon." He squinted, "Other than me going on a fricken suicidal rampage, no, I don't think so. Why?"
azuleean (8/27/11 6:59:02 PM): "Um, well, You did put sliced strawberries on your ice cream, right?" He was still frozen in place, hoping that Jack wouldn't react too harshly to what had happened.
zurui2 (8/27/11 6:59:54 PM): "Yeah?" He eyed him suspiciously.
azuleean (8/27/11 7:01:05 PM): "Well, ah, something's missing..." He pulled out a bowl, shutting the freezer door behind him. It contained vanilla ice cream, with faint red marks where strawberries had been.
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:04:57 PM): He hit his head against the table. "I can only hope the bastard ate them."
azuleean (8/27/11 7:06:23 PM): "Well, that seems to be the only possible explanation. Insult to injury, maybe." He set the bowl in front of Jack. "Lemme see if there are any more."
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:07:44 PM): "Okay..." He groaned and sat back up, a little red mark forming on his forehead.
azuleean (8/27/11 7:09:25 PM): He looked in the bag of fruit and sighed. "Looks like your 'friend' likes strawberries a little much. Do you know if the farmer's market is still open?"
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:10:22 PM): "Maybe. I don't want to go out right now, though." He took the bowl of ice cream and started eating it, still managing to smile.
azuleean (8/27/11 7:14:09 PM): Rosiano sat down on one of the chairs. He propped himself up on his arm on the table and tried not to squint too much.
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:18:22 PM): "Headache? Did you take the Tylenol I passed to you when you woke up?" He quickly at all the ice cream in the bowl.
azuleean (8/27/11 7:20:25 PM): "Huh? Tylenol?" He certainly didn't remember Jack handing him anything when he woke up... hm. "And it's less of a headache and more of a hangover."
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:28:59 PM): He pointed to the bed. "The bottle should still be on the bed if you want it."
azuleean (8/27/11 7:29:45 PM): "Oh, kay..." He got up and quickly found them. Coming back he opened up the bottle and dry-swallowed two of them.
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:35:27 PM): He scratched at a piece of chipped paint on his table. "There isn't much to do at my place but fuck and play video games."
azuleean (8/27/11 7:36:18 PM): Sitting back down in the same position, he watched Jack silently, his hair accidentally slipping over his face.
zurui2 (8/27/11 7:36:58 PM): "Do you like videogames?" He put his head in his palm.
azuleean (8/27/11 7:37:36 PM): "Um, well... I've never played any before..." He kept looking at Jack.
zurui2 (8/27/11 8:42:29 PM): Jack continued to pick at the piece of paint. "Well, we could try to play something if you like, or-" There was a knock at the door and Jack frowned. He got up, able to walk again because of his quick healing. His wound may have already closed up, too. "I wasn't expecting anyone..."
azuleean (8/27/11 8:43:15 PM): Rosiano watched Jack get up. "Then maybe it's a package?"
A/N: dun dun dun