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asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pm
asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pmIC INBOX [kaisou]
username: N.D. WOLFWOOD | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pm
username: N.D. WOLFWOOD | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
backdated to beginning of feburary no i didn't forget | text
[ sent 10:28am, school has only just started for the day. so why would kni be texting him so early in the day? ]
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aint you in class
[ homeboy he's just waking up for the second time after seeing ya'll off to school and the animals fed what's the haps ]
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well
i'm in the bathroom right now.
[that (...) blinks on and off as he types out something, then deletes it--]
could you pick me up?
please.
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he watches the dots blink on and off, starting to sit up from where he'd been lounging in bed as kni cuts to the point. ]
is this the part where i try to be a responsible keeper and tell you to try toughing it out, or is this where you wave the whiteflag for immediate extraction
[ it's like telling your kid to text you about pizza if they want you to come pick them up, but Wolfwood doesn't know what safe words are yet ]
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but right now he's hiding inside a bathroom stall feeling ready to hurl. does this count as running away?]
i don't know
my stomach hurts and i tried to ignore it but
it hurts too much
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but since when has wolfwood been a man of honor and integrity
that man beats feet if he can't kill the problem ]
ah
category six tummy event, as your idiot brother would say
[ he's getting up and throwing on his clothes, fingercombing his hair to look somewhat decent ]
im comin
go back to class ill be there in ten
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[it's so stupid, but sometimes that's what you need when you're feeling as miserable as he is right now.]
okay
please don't tell vash
i know he'll find out, but
not right now
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[ vash the stampede was prone to tummy problems, on account of the pacifism
sometimes god's silliest soldiers are on the frontline and get to name stuff and the rest of us have to deal with god being a prick in realtime ]
what he don't know won't hurt him, i got it
[ and then it's time to not break a couple of speeding laws to go get vash's brother
he drives the correct mileage the whole way
and does not do anything interesting on a one way lane ]
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[but wolfwood seems... okay with kni's request, somehow. he isn't sure what he expected as a response and while he feels tentatively hopeful, it doesn't dispel the wave of nauseating anxiety cramping him from the inside out.
just as instructed, kni heads back to class, feeling just as awful as when he first left after receiving his teacher's hesitant approval.
ten minutes (give or take) may not be very long, usually, but right now it feels like an absolute eternity. he'll wait however long it takes and hope no one tries to talk to him in the time it takes for wolfwood to not break any traffic laws.]
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[ he's coming, he's coming, weaving his way through traffic until he finally makes it to the school, ambling to the office to pick up kni saverem for an appointment.
(and when the front desk lady remarks on all the missed time lately, Wolfwood, possessing no shame and even less chill remarks that most businesses have this weird habit of runnin' while the kids are required to be in school, so ain't it just a pickle how counter those two things run to each other.
he doesn't blink for effect under his sunglasses until she looks away and goes to call the teacher's room phone) ]
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[or a double dork because everyone knows dante is just as embarrassing as vash is.
but the joke is toothless and it's the last thing kni sees while he waits in class, stomach twisting and heart pounding like a prey animal being hunted for sport. he certainly didn't wake up that morning feeling like this, but somewhere between the drive into the city and the sight of the school building creeping into frame vash's conversational tone faded back against the intrusive static of his own worry-weighted thoughts.
the meager breakfast he ate that morning was quickly starting to feel like regret, but he'd sooner stop breathing if it kept him from repeating what happened last time.
the office call comes in almost completely on time, but kni hasn't been keeping track of the minutes. his teacher barely has a chance to call his name before kni is already making a beeline for the door, backpack clutched to his chest.
he never would have thought that the sight of wolfwood would offer him some relief, the gravity of his anxiety lifting just enough to allow him to breathe in. whatever look the desk lady may be giving them is beyond kni's attention, stepping over to wolfwood's side as silent as a ghost.]
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[ it's okay if the joke's toothless--kni being good at jokes is a whole thing that Wolfwood's not fully ready to deal with. he's also got a sense that the baby rutabaga is textually holding it together a lot better than he is physically, so Wolfwood fills out the... child... reclamation... papers, what the fuck are they really, as he waits for Kni to show up
and show up he does, like hell itself is on his heels. he reaches out to ruffle his fingers through his short, pale hair, eyes lidded as he lets his sunglasses down just enough. ] Hey, cauliflower. Hold it together for a bit, eh?
[ he might loop an arm around Kni's shoulders and let some of his weight go to it--like one of those heavy neck pillows for travel as he switches to writing with his non-dominant hand. ]
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but the nickname is given allowance for today, because kni is just relieved that he isn't alone, lost out at sea trying his very best to keep his head above the waves. a little hair ruffling and easy encouragement are a welcome relief in comparison.
he nods in understanding and leans against wolfwood as the older man throws a comforting arm around his shoulders. the world feels smaller like this, just a little less overwhelming. the office fluorescent lights made duller in wolfwood's presence, and kni is quietly thankful for it. he'll hold it together for as long as he needs to, taking in the faded notes of tobacco still clinging to wolfwood's jacket. over time, and against his will, the scent of cigarettes were familiar to him now. as familiar as the cloying sweetness of vash making jams on the stove top to the coffee pot (he now knows has a name) chugging along in its brewing every morning. it's not so bad now, but it'll be some time before kni admits that maybe wolfwood smoking isn't the worst thing he's ever experienced.]
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he glances sidelong behind his sunglasses when Kni doesn't protest, making note of it, continuing to just hold him and pat him lightly as he finishes writing stuff that mostly looks like his signature, lazily waving at the secretary dragon as he tugs kni to get his feet moving. operation get to the car is commence, and Wolfwood'll wait 'til they're outside before he speaks ]
If you wanna puke, aim for the bushes. After that, tell me what we're gettin' up to today.
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[even if it might make him feel better, he'd rather suffer the pains of an anxiety-induced stomachache. the stubbornness runs deep here.
being outside helps, though. yet even with the claustrophobic haze of school slowly starting to lift, the pressure against his chest keeps up. kni shakes his head.]
Can I run deliveries with you?