[ it's all in innocence—!! he was hurt pretty bad! and even things as simple as muscle pains . . . either tsuna's got a low tolerance or he knows what it's like!! ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
if you aren't busy or if you want to be alone? i just wanted to see how you were doing
[ except he's coming nic you had better been ready to receive him
well— he does stop replying though, only because if he keeps typing things up, he has to stop every five minutes to try— and he's got food in hand, he isn't a lv. 100 waiter or anything like that ( very sorry to say ). he's eaten just a bit before, but running out of there meant he had to stuff as many things as he could onto one plate . . . bowl . . . container thing! that is to say— he's got a few dozen small patties stacked ( it looked like salisbury steak. he loved salisbury steak )— it's enough to split, and on top of that he's got juice. lots of grape / apple / what-have-you juices that are available to them, albeit stuffed into his front pockets while the back ones are occupied by his mittens. he's bringing what he can . . .
he's walking past a few rovers, subtly looking into the ones that go by ( he knew it was somewhere around here, he just didn't know which exactly— ) until he goes past the correct one where nic should be, a few moments later backpedaling, and—
awkwardly waiting by the door! a silent question of permission, really ( and while he'll go unheard, he still knocks at the entrance! ) ]
it's a good thing nic happens to be leaning against the wall right where the door is, otherwise he would have never known there's someone on the other side, knocking. he can feel the gentle vibrations coming from the metal, and it startles him enough that he actually stands and slowly opens it to peer curiously at the other side.
only to stop dead once he sees who it is, bringing what he's bringing.
it's oddly ironic that tsuna actually doesn't know about nic being deaf. not yet— the older man was rather good at making it look sauve and normal that he hadn't noticed. perhaps it had been the smaller details— tsuna was never great with details ( once, a girl tried to impress him with lip gloss and he thought she had eaten something greasy ), so it wasn't outrageous that it went over his head ( and by coincidence, continues to do so ).
he stares for a moment in return, offering an awkward half-smile, yet with visible question. ]
I'm not selling-? Ah—
[ he looks down at his bringings— he totally forgot to ask ( or actually, nic didn't say anything. nic. ) ]
I ran out so fast, I— forgot to ask. [ wow, talk about instant failure. ] I-It's Salisbury Steak-?
[ even if tsuna had asked, nic wouldn't have said anything. nevermind the man is actually quite hungry, he's still going to be pretty difficult about all this. because why are you even here, tsuna. why do you care?? ]
[ stop being such a tsun nic, oh my god are you the prince of tsunderlot or something ]
I . . . Didn't want to stay there anymore. [ he says so with some embarrassment. It was too freaky.... ] I just got some extra if you wanted any— you weren't there so I figured maybe . . .
[ the bluntness of his questions just keep increasing by the second, it seems, but apparently nic doesn't seem all that concerned with tsuna's reasons anymore. maybe he's decided he doesn't want to know.
better yet to focus on the more practical things. like how thin tsuna is. ]
[ nic's bluntness doesn't pass smoothly, in fact— it's taken the teen a bit off his guard. sure, he was a bit lanky, a tad thinner around the cheeks since he's started this wild ride ( ever since selena ), either not eating well, enough or even at all because of a whirling stomach and stress, but . . . ]
[ —ah. so bold, nic . . . but he doesn't say no to it! mostly because . . . whenever nic squints his eyes up like that tsuna didn't want to be the one to oppose him . . . or oppose anything in any situation with that look ( he's got those beady shark eyes, you know? ). ]
You don't want any-?
[ he'd hate to eat in front of a hungry person— ]
I took some juice too, so—
[ if nic wanted at least that, he could offer! he holds the plate with one hand, dipping into his deeper front pockets to get at least one of the juice baggies out— it's terribly stuffed, though, done so hoping that he could lessen the chance of a second go to ( which would end with volleyballs, cries ). one sticks to the other, so out come both, although— something else comes out with it, falling to the floor with a clatter, like two dozen tic-tacs shaking together—
in form, they're not far from tic-tacs— they're pills.
and then there's that awkward, silent moment, where tsuna stares down, face a bit pale, waiting for time to rewind a bit— and slowly looking up with enough nervousness to charge a wireless maraca.
[ if you think those squinty eyes were something to fear, get a load of these.
though, actually, there isn't anything too threatening or intimidating about this particular look. he's more curious than anything, his sharp eyes catching the movement of that little bottle with more focus than tsuna might have liked. while he might not have heard the rattle of the pills within, it doesn't exactly prevent him from putting two and two together.
that look on tsuna's face, after all, pretty much says it all.
so after a few long moments of nothing, nic stoops down to scoop that bottle up. a quick shake, and even his mangled hands can feel the distinct vibrations of the little pills inside.
now it's time to turn those squinty eyes towards the boy. ]
[ it's like nic's squinty eyes are flexing their all powerful retinas at tsuna and he just wants to keep still and wait until nic can't see him anymore. or play possum . . . even if it isn't all that scary looking— he's just nervous.
as nic's yaoi hands lift his bottle, rattling another sound that felt like a hailstorm, tsuna swallows another time; dry, hard, and ineffective to keep his voice from cracking when it sounds to respond. ]
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FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
if you aren't busy or if you want to be alone?
i just wanted to see how you were doing
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Fine
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ok
there's food here too, if you want? i didn't see you here so
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Here w here
/?
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FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
uh
there's a dinner um
somewhere on the ship?
i'm still memorizing the places but i just followed the smell
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but ah. that's what that smell had been... ]
FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Whos cookin
?
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oh . . . ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
i think..... they're skeletons......................
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Ah
Not relly in ap arty mood
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takes milk and steak with him ( tsuna wtf tho ) ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
wHY ARE THERE SkELTINS HERE
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Cookin
[ duh ]
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and maybe some caprisun-like juice pouches one in each pocket ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
skeletons?????? it's like it's on purpose!
[ tsuna dont be racist what if they can't help who they are ..... ]
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
wasn't everything that happened enough??
someone even hung the cats head up for decoration!!
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FROM: brown.nicolas@cdc.org
Not the frst tim etheyve done somethng liek thiss
They got awierd sens of humor
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i dont think i'd call that a sense of humor........
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
but i was leaving anyway!!
FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
there's too much going on
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Good fr yuo
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well— he does stop replying though, only because if he keeps typing things up, he has to stop every five minutes to try— and he's got food in hand, he isn't a lv. 100 waiter or anything like that ( very sorry to say ). he's eaten just a bit before, but running out of there meant he had to stuff as many things as he could onto one plate . . . bowl . . . container thing! that is to say— he's got a few dozen small patties stacked ( it looked like salisbury steak. he loved salisbury steak )— it's enough to split, and on top of that he's got juice. lots of grape / apple / what-have-you juices that are available to them, albeit stuffed into his front pockets while the back ones are occupied by his mittens. he's bringing what he can . . .
he's walking past a few rovers, subtly looking into the ones that go by ( he knew it was somewhere around here, he just didn't know which exactly— ) until he goes past the correct one where nic should be, a few moments later backpedaling, and—
awkwardly waiting by the door! a silent question of permission, really ( and while he'll go unheard, he still knocks at the entrance! ) ]
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it's a good thing nic happens to be leaning against the wall right where the door is, otherwise he would have never known there's someone on the other side, knocking. he can feel the gentle vibrations coming from the metal, and it startles him enough that he actually stands and slowly opens it to peer curiously at the other side.
only to stop dead once he sees who it is, bringing what he's bringing.
kid why. ]
...i'M NOt bUYIng.
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it's oddly ironic that tsuna actually doesn't know about nic being deaf. not yet— the older man was rather good at making it look sauve and normal that he hadn't noticed. perhaps it had been the smaller details— tsuna was never great with details ( once, a girl tried to impress him with lip gloss and he thought she had eaten something greasy ), so it wasn't outrageous that it went over his head ( and by coincidence, continues to do so ).
he stares for a moment in return, offering an awkward half-smile, yet with visible question. ]
I'm not selling-? Ah—
[ he looks down at his bringings— he totally forgot to ask ( or actually, nic didn't say anything. nic. ) ]
I ran out so fast, I— forgot to ask. [ wow, talk about instant failure. ] I-It's Salisbury Steak-?
[ does he like salisbury . . . ]
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i CAn FiGUre OUT tHAt mUch.
[ just some hard staring. ]
whY Is iT HERe? [ with you??? ]
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I . . . Didn't want to stay there anymore. [ he says so with some embarrassment. It was too freaky.... ] I just got some extra if you wanted any— you weren't there so I figured maybe . . .
[ maybe you'd be..... hungry.... ]
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diD YoU EAt?
[ the bluntness of his questions just keep increasing by the second, it seems, but apparently nic doesn't seem all that concerned with tsuna's reasons anymore. maybe he's decided he doesn't want to know.
better yet to focus on the more practical things. like how thin tsuna is. ]
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Not— not that much. I had juice-?
[ are you his mom now too ]
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so EAt.
[ mdash;cu..lous... ]
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You don't want any-?
[ he'd hate to eat in front of a hungry person— ]
I took some juice too, so—
[ if nic wanted at least that, he could offer! he holds the plate with one hand, dipping into his deeper front pockets to get at least one of the juice baggies out— it's terribly stuffed, though, done so hoping that he could lessen the chance of a second go to ( which would end with volleyballs, cries ). one sticks to the other, so out come both, although— something else comes out with it, falling to the floor with a clatter, like two dozen tic-tacs shaking together—
in form, they're not far from tic-tacs— they're pills.
and then there's that awkward, silent moment, where tsuna stares down, face a bit pale, waiting for time to rewind a bit— and slowly looking up with enough nervousness to charge a wireless maraca.
it's not what it looks like . . . ]
wails about html flub
though, actually, there isn't anything too threatening or intimidating about this particular look. he's more curious than anything, his sharp eyes catching the movement of that little bottle with more focus than tsuna might have liked. while he might not have heard the rattle of the pills within, it doesn't exactly prevent him from putting two and two together.
that look on tsuna's face, after all, pretty much says it all.
so after a few long moments of nothing, nic stoops down to scoop that bottle up. a quick shake, and even his mangled hands can feel the distinct vibrations of the little pills inside.
now it's time to turn those squinty eyes towards the boy. ]
siCK?
shushes you............
as nic's yaoi hands lift his bottle, rattling another sound that felt like a hailstorm, tsuna swallows another time; dry, hard, and ineffective to keep his voice from cracking when it sounds to respond. ]
Sick? I'm not—! I mean— . . . ?!
[ no tsuna don't be a liar . . . again . . . ]
I kind of . . . Need them. For sometimes . . . ?
[ it was a good start— or not . . . ]
wails quietly
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