Fuda # 27 | D:

[idealism]

[ooc: this is happening after a very gory fight that's going to require that they take some time healing up.]

[locked to the best of Tsuzuki's ability - hackable]

He's going to be okay. He has to.

Why isn't he responding?

I wish

Tatsumi would know what to do. I wish we were home.

[/locked]

[Later in the same day, Tsuzuki does some groceries. Just because he has to take care of Hisoka and Draco at home doesn't mean he can avoid those chores. He studies his note seriously, wondering where he can find olive oil and cheese. If anyone wants to run into him, now is the chance.]

Comments

you are to me

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Tsuzuki brushes the fine hair away from Hisoka's eyes, more than a little wistful. It would have been a very tender moment if Hisoka had known they were there.]

This is nice. Maybe we can come back here when you're better. You could read your books in the shade.

[He touches Hisoka's beck carefully, so check if he's cold.]

Maybe I should have brought a jacket. I don't want you to get a flu on top of everything.

That's just because you don't piss me off like everyone else.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[As usual, the weather has done terrible things to Hisoka's body, and his back is indeed terribly cold even in this light breeze. At least he's not troubling anyone with shivering?]

aww, I love you too.

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[The problem with Hisoka becoming cold is that Tsuzuki thinks he appears even more like a doll that way. Or a corpse. Tsuzuki shivers, shrugging out of his jacket.]

I should have brought a scarf. I really wish you could talk, so I'd know if you were too cold or too hot. Or felt like having a cup of tea, or something.

[He wraps the coat around Hisoka's shoulders, looking hopefully for any sign of recognition.]

We can have tea anyway. I can make it when we come home.