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tangiblewhimsy037. Rainbow
Oh god. This should be easy but it's not. Street Kids AU again, takes place after this.
Red, green, yellow, blue, purple—clouds of color bloomed along his forearm, seeping up from his bandages and cast in a sickening rainbow. The longer he looked certain shades actually appeared to get darker, probably just to spite him.
"Fuck, that looks like it hurts," Nino stared. It must have looked even worse than Jun realized, because when he looked up Nino still hadn't managed to wipe the shock from his face.
"It's just bruising," Jun waved his left hand (because his right was tingling and a little numb). For as much as he wanted to play it off as not a big deal, though, he wasn't able to stop himself from clenching his teeth as he moved slowly and carefully to try and pull his shirt on over his head.
Before he had a chance to really struggle with it, however, Nino was pulling the garment out of his hands before bunching it up to make the holes easier to slide into. He slid the shirt up Jun's right arm and then over his head so that he wouldn't have to move as much, but once it was evident that he would be able to finish on his own Nino stepped back again.
"I broke my wrist once," Nino offered and Jun couldn't help being surprised. He'd been living with Nino and Aiba for a little under a year now and while he was comfortable with them and felt like he knew them, details weren't really things they tended to share. Nino looked away and rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
"I didn't punch through a wall, though. I'm not that stylish," Nino grinned and Jun returned it with a chuckle.
"So what happened?" Jun asked, managing to get his hoodie on one arm at a time but grimacing at the prospect of getting into his shoes as he sat down on the bench. Before he could lean down and start to embarrass himself, though, Nino was there again to help him out.
"It happened when I was helping my mom move when I was a kid. My sister dropped a box of books on my hand on accident as she was coming out of the truck and I was trying to reach into it," Nino explained matter-of-factly, slipping first one shoe and then the other onto Jun's feet, his short fingers tugging at the laces deftly.
Jun stared down at the top of Nino's shaggy head. He couldn't help staring. Part of him wanted to ask about this mother and this sister, but another part of him knew that if he was in Nino's position he probably wouldn't want to give any more information than he'd already volunteered. None of them had ended up alone because they'd had happy family lives.
"I have an older sister, too," Jun offered instead.
Looking up from where he'd finished tying Jun's sneakers, the pair regarded each other a moment. Then Nino smiled softly, hauling himself up with a grunt.
"C'mon. I'll bet you anything Sho-chan went and bought real coffee for once," Nino said, holding out his right hand and taking Jun's left to pull him up and onto his feet.
038. Taste
Nino's not sure he's got any taste buds left. He's never been a fan of strong flavors anyway, preferring milder dishes and drinks on the whole. The fact that he'd spent several years smoking likely hadn't helped matters at all, though he'd been a bit picky before he'd ever picked up the habit anyway.
It's not exactly a secret that his diet primarily consists of convenience store onigiri and beer, so he's a little confused as to why his editor thought it'd be such a great idea to have him do a restaurant review. He was responsible for a lot of random busy work, it was true, but he was far more accustomed to compiling completely biased and wholly useless Top 20 lists than he was to doing actual work. Especially the kind that involved leaving his mancave.
The outdoor seating was quaint, but it was really sunny and Nino hadn't thought to bring something like sunglasses just to have lunch. With the way the light glared off of glasses, utensils and even other people, however, he was about to ask to be seated in another section. At least until his waiter showed up with a blinding smile and a strange capacity to seemingly absorb and then harness the sun itself.
"My name's Aiba, I'll be your server this afternoon!" The man introduced himself with a slight bow. "Is there anything I can get you to start with? A drink maybe?"
Nino managed to recover quickly, glancing over his untouched menu and giving a shrug as he slouched comfortably in his chair.
"Surprise me," he said, purposefully using his most charming smile. It earned him a giggle and a small sense of victory as he watched the tall, leggy, gorgeous man retreat towards the bar.
Though when he was brought back a chilled 'tea' that the young waiter had seen fit to name after himself, Nino's sense of victory waned as he only barely managed not to spit all over his own lap.
Oh god. This should be easy but it's not. Street Kids AU again, takes place after this.
Red, green, yellow, blue, purple—clouds of color bloomed along his forearm, seeping up from his bandages and cast in a sickening rainbow. The longer he looked certain shades actually appeared to get darker, probably just to spite him.
"Fuck, that looks like it hurts," Nino stared. It must have looked even worse than Jun realized, because when he looked up Nino still hadn't managed to wipe the shock from his face.
"It's just bruising," Jun waved his left hand (because his right was tingling and a little numb). For as much as he wanted to play it off as not a big deal, though, he wasn't able to stop himself from clenching his teeth as he moved slowly and carefully to try and pull his shirt on over his head.
Before he had a chance to really struggle with it, however, Nino was pulling the garment out of his hands before bunching it up to make the holes easier to slide into. He slid the shirt up Jun's right arm and then over his head so that he wouldn't have to move as much, but once it was evident that he would be able to finish on his own Nino stepped back again.
"I broke my wrist once," Nino offered and Jun couldn't help being surprised. He'd been living with Nino and Aiba for a little under a year now and while he was comfortable with them and felt like he knew them, details weren't really things they tended to share. Nino looked away and rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
"I didn't punch through a wall, though. I'm not that stylish," Nino grinned and Jun returned it with a chuckle.
"So what happened?" Jun asked, managing to get his hoodie on one arm at a time but grimacing at the prospect of getting into his shoes as he sat down on the bench. Before he could lean down and start to embarrass himself, though, Nino was there again to help him out.
"It happened when I was helping my mom move when I was a kid. My sister dropped a box of books on my hand on accident as she was coming out of the truck and I was trying to reach into it," Nino explained matter-of-factly, slipping first one shoe and then the other onto Jun's feet, his short fingers tugging at the laces deftly.
Jun stared down at the top of Nino's shaggy head. He couldn't help staring. Part of him wanted to ask about this mother and this sister, but another part of him knew that if he was in Nino's position he probably wouldn't want to give any more information than he'd already volunteered. None of them had ended up alone because they'd had happy family lives.
"I have an older sister, too," Jun offered instead.
Looking up from where he'd finished tying Jun's sneakers, the pair regarded each other a moment. Then Nino smiled softly, hauling himself up with a grunt.
"C'mon. I'll bet you anything Sho-chan went and bought real coffee for once," Nino said, holding out his right hand and taking Jun's left to pull him up and onto his feet.
038. Taste
Nino's not sure he's got any taste buds left. He's never been a fan of strong flavors anyway, preferring milder dishes and drinks on the whole. The fact that he'd spent several years smoking likely hadn't helped matters at all, though he'd been a bit picky before he'd ever picked up the habit anyway.
It's not exactly a secret that his diet primarily consists of convenience store onigiri and beer, so he's a little confused as to why his editor thought it'd be such a great idea to have him do a restaurant review. He was responsible for a lot of random busy work, it was true, but he was far more accustomed to compiling completely biased and wholly useless Top 20 lists than he was to doing actual work. Especially the kind that involved leaving his mancave.
The outdoor seating was quaint, but it was really sunny and Nino hadn't thought to bring something like sunglasses just to have lunch. With the way the light glared off of glasses, utensils and even other people, however, he was about to ask to be seated in another section. At least until his waiter showed up with a blinding smile and a strange capacity to seemingly absorb and then harness the sun itself.
"My name's Aiba, I'll be your server this afternoon!" The man introduced himself with a slight bow. "Is there anything I can get you to start with? A drink maybe?"
Nino managed to recover quickly, glancing over his untouched menu and giving a shrug as he slouched comfortably in his chair.
"Surprise me," he said, purposefully using his most charming smile. It earned him a giggle and a small sense of victory as he watched the tall, leggy, gorgeous man retreat towards the bar.
Though when he was brought back a chilled 'tea' that the young waiter had seen fit to name after himself, Nino's sense of victory waned as he only barely managed not to spit all over his own lap.
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Date: 2013-07-27 02:30 am (UTC)Odds are if I had a waiter like Aiba I would consume anything he brought me as well (and I'm a whole lot pickier than Nino) and lol at Aiba trolling Nino with the Aiba yea. I wonder what kind of tea it actually is to cause that sort of reaction in everyone who drinks it.
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Date: 2013-07-27 06:38 am (UTC)I kind of love that Aiba's first response to Nino trying to be flirty is to try and poison him for laughs. BEGINNING OF TRUE LOVE, RIGHT THERE. And I've always wondered what Aibacha is too! It seems like sometimes it's a different color than other times, so maybe it's not the same thing every time? Though my first thought was one of those horrible, awful, bitter Chinese teas that could knock an elephant on its ass.
Horrifying but true: I probably would shoot Aibacha out my nose. I have a really, really bad record with doing that with a variety of things, including but not limited to soups and sodas. Most people choke! But no. Not me.