Characters: Rahim and Echo Summary: Siblings, doing sibling stuff Setting: Rahim's; mid morning, january first rating: lowish probably, language and reference to violence
Rahim hadn't gone to sleep like originally planned for the new year. He'd taken a shower, washed off the blood. The cuts weren't deep, so he didn't worry too much about stitches. They'd heal if left alone. New bruises developed during the course of the morning, on his hip and his back and his ribs and his shoulder. The baton had contacted harder than he'd felt in the midst of the fight, but nothing felt broken, so they'd heal too. He had a nice purple toned shiner that spanned his cheek bone, highlighting the cut there. The cut spanned from his chin to just beneath his eye. That could've been bad, if the knife had just gone up a couple millimeters higher.
For a while, he stood in his living room, staring at the complete wreckage of his house. There was no easy way to start. It hadn't ever been trashed this badly. Usually they fucked up his front door and called it a day. He could fix a door in a matter of hours. But this shit - he'd have to patch over some of the holes in the walls. He'd have to replace the windows. He'd have to throw away so much shit. And replace the damn kitchen chair. They only had one. He'd shattered that one. And the fucking couch. He didn't even know what he was going to do with that damn couch. Moving it outside seemed like too much of a hassle. He could possibly just open a portal and put it into the ground beneath the house but that displace dirt had to go somewhere.
So he just picked a place to start. He was half way through sweeping together the shit on his living floor when he heard a knock on the door. He lifted his head, and briefly contemplated ignoring it, when the door opened.