idealism | Fuda # 6

Then you can help me when you've cooled off. [He's speaking into the flowers more than he is to Tsuzuki. While it would be simple to recommend just getting another watch, he understands the uniqueness of this enough to be firm that Tsuzuki take care of himself first and foremost.]

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How about I go inside and get us both something to drink? [He hasn't changed watches since he began working in Meifu. It's very dear to him. Speaking of what's dear to him, he finally notices that the sun's getting to his partner.] You don't look too good, Hisoka.

I'm fine. Haven't been out here long enough to sunburn. [Though he's started looking rather flushed in comparison to his normal pallor.]

I didn't mean sunburns.

Hey, do you want me to take you jacket for you?

--No. [He stands to put some distance between them, clutching it tighter against him. He shifts position a little too quickly though, and takes a stumbling step backwards to keep his balance.] I'm -- it's short-sleeved. [The explanation comes in a bit of a rush, knowing how stupid it sounds even as it leaves his mouth. It's a similar kneejerk reaction to the one Tsuzuki has about doing things without a watch.]

[Automatically, Tsuzuki lifts an arm to steady him.] Relax, I didn't mean- I won't.

..No, it's fine. [He's a light shade of pink all over now, though the sweat appears to have dried from his face, as if his glands simply gave up attempting to keep him cool under the day's circumstances.]

[Tsuzuki smiles apologetically, recalling that Hisoka's not handling the weather well. Maybe it's time to go inside and cool down. He wipes the perspiration away from his eyes before going back to the flowers. The sooner they find it, the sooner they can escape the heat!]

Don't push yourself. All right?

Mm-hmm.. [Hisoka grunts in agreement, sinking back down when Tsuzuki does. He hesitates for a minute afterward before returning to picking through the flowerbeds. Stupid Tsuzuki, putting him through this.]

[Tsuzuki gives him a long look, before going back to parting his flowers and looking between them. Maybe a change of subject will make them forget about the heat?]

These are growing nicely, considering the drought.

[Or maybe not.]

[Hisoka squints at the sound of Tsuzuki's voice, nodding mostly to make it look as if he was following the conversation. It's quickly becoming unbearably hot for him, to the point that the heat and his own physiology is all he can think about. Weren't they supposed to be looking for something? Hisoka rests back on his knees, peering at the flower bed as if it would supply an answer on its own. Man it's hot out today.]

Edited 2010-07-16 21:04 (UTC)

[It really is too hot. It's uncomfortable to breathe. And while Tsuzuki knows they won't die from it, it doesn't mean he has to like it. ]
It's times like these I wish we could simply find a hose and -- [What was that? Something reflecting the sun in the grass? He gets up and walks over.]

...A hose..? [Hisoka's reply comes in a wispy tone. He knows Tsuzuki said words, knows the meaning of the words in and of themselves, but can't seem to bridge them together to know what they meant as a sentence. He's pinker now than he was earlier.]

[Tsuzuki has hurried over to the shiny thing in the grass by the time Hisoka responds.] I found it!

Hisoka?

[Perhaps crawling and jumping around in the heat isn't the brightest thing to do, but Tsuzuki doesn't waste time. He places a dry palm against Hisoka's brow.] I think we ought to find some shade. You're burning up.

[And burning up he is indeed, though he's still present enough to object to the hand on his forehead.] Nn~! Off. [Because it's hot, blindingly hot, and the last thing he wants is for someone else to come along and make him hotter via contact.]

[Tsuzuki looks concerned, but takes a step backwards. And finally, stands up, because hunching over isn't doing much for his "stay uncooked" plan. The heatwave makes him think of his shikigami, suddenly, which makes him more energized.]

Okay. Let me see you stand up. Then I won't bother you more about this.

[Just in case, he offers Hisoka a hand.]

[He's again struck by that sense that he should have understood Tsuzuki far better than he actually did. But he gets the gist at the word "stand" and, eager to end this nonsense so they can get out of this ridiculous unbearable heat, fully intends to stand.]

[It's just that when he propels his body up, somehow his legs misunderstand the direction and send him the opposite direction, leaving the ground to come closer instead of further away. And then it's just far easier to not see anything at all. He unceremoniously collapses into Tsuzuki's flowerbed.]

[This was what he worried about. Crying out, he reaches after his partner, but isn't fast enough to grab his hand before he falls.]

Hisoka!

[Tsuzuki lifts him away from the flowerbed, accidentally pulling some flowers along. Hisoka shouldn't have been out in this weather at all, he realizes. Sometimes his young partner is too stubborn. Then again, he only came out to help, which makes Tsuzuki realize his role in this.]

[Normally, he'd give his crushed flowers a mournful look, but he carries something more important now. There's no way he can focus on flowers when Hisoka's passed out. Tsuzuki rearranges his hold on the young man so he's more comfortable.]

Come on, let's go inside.

[If Hisoka wants to argue about the way in which Tsuzuki is carrying him, he's not exactly in a position to argue. He lies limp in his partner's arms, only peripherally aware of an uncomfortable baking sensation all over.]

[Opening the door is a problem, but Tsuzuki somehow manages to do so with his elbow. He takes Hisoka up to their bedrooms, choosing his own for the time being. His bed is bigger, he think.]

[Tsuzuki places his partner gently on the bed, mindful of the wings. Once his hands are free, he lifts a book (one that Hisoka had left in his room, after one of their talks) and begins to fan Hisoka's face to cool him down.]

[The fanning helps somewhat, and some of the color drains from his face. But it's still not nearly enough, and Hisoka fidgets fitfully.]

[Poor partner. Struggling with himself, Tsuzuki finally decides to help Hisoka out of his jacket. It looked too hot when he wore it outside, anyway. He tries not to look, as he lifts Hisoka up and out of it.]

You can be angry with me later, okay?

[Smiling wistfully, he retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom.]

[Removing his jacket exposes more of his too-hot torso, giving it a chance to air out at the very least. He seems to relax a little in comparison.]

[Try as he might, Tsuzuki can't help but catch a glimpse of Hisoka's collarbone and shoulders. Blushing, he's looking away as soon as he can, feeling slightly guilty for his actions.]

[The washcloth is cool in his hand, since he dipped it in water. Taking a deep breath, Tsuzuki leans over him and places it on Hisoka's forehead.]

[Even with Tsuzuki's attention and continued attempts to cool him, Hisoka remains out for the better part of an hour, slowly returning to his natural color and temperature and sinking from a faint into natural sleep. Stare away, partner. He has no idea.]

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