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Tweak says, "you took my teddy! how could u"

Seth Hajji (lettuce_rejoice) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-12-14 21:59:00

Entry tags:

changing woman, min

Who: Mirza & Open
What: Mirza is home...
Where: His apartment
When: Early evening - December 14th
Warnings: Language but otherwise tame I expect.

Mirza had been released from the hospital on Sunday but he had purposely kept quiet for the past couple of days to settle in and gotten used to how he was going to get around in his apartment with a hole in his abdomen. It'd been difficult adjusting but he was managing. Now he was trying to make an extremely late lunch but it was so difficult to stand for long periods of time without painkillers. And if he took a painkiller, he'd be out like a light and then he wouldn't eat and possibly would set his apartment on fire since he was boiling noodles on the stove for macaroni and cheese right out of the box.

Loudly playing on his stereo was Ella Fitzgerald singing "Whatever Lola Wants" and he was singing along, oblivious to the world around him and trying to distract himself from the pain. He had to be able to take care of himself right now or else... he was going to feel so miserable. And through the painkiller haze, he did not realize his door was unlocked.

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sugar_cycle
2010-12-15 05:49 am UTC (link)

Thankfully, Mirza had already reached his quota for bad luck that month and nothing more terrifying than the small human whirlwind known as Kami came through his door. Admittedly, she had waited outside for a moment after knocking but then an ear pressed to the door had revealed music. Thus reassured that her friend was indeed home, the petite brunette pushed open the door and breezed right in. She glanced around only very briefly before targeting the sound of singing and heading towards the kitchen. Just before she could see within, though, she realized that it was probably not a good idea to scare him and called out, "Mirza? Sweetie? I've got cookies."

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-15 05:55 am UTC (link)

And yet she still scared the living daylights out of him. Mirza gasped at the sound of a voice and turned sharply towards the entrance hallway. This was a mistake and countered by a soft moan of pain and him pressing his hand to his left side, just below the rib cage. It was honestly a miracle that a lung hadn't been pierced or something. "You really shouldn't have come here, Kami. I don't want to be seen." Yes, he was just that vain.

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sugar_cycle
2010-12-16 12:10 am UTC (link)

"Then I'll try not to look at you." She still lingered for a moment on the other side of the wall but then walked the final steps. In her own way, Kami appeared to be making a gesture towards his own expected underwhelming appearance; days in a hospital never did wonders for one's look. Her hair pulled up in a messy pile and speared with two hair sticks, she wore well-holed jeans and what appeared to be an oversize men's flannel. Her bare toes peeped from beneath the tattered hems. She smiled, though, and her expression gave him nothing but warmth and affection.

Setting down the plate of cookies, Kami crossed the kitchen and ran a gentle hand over his back. Her other hand just barely touched over his own that guarded the wound. Then she gave his shoulder a little nuzzle before looking to the stove. "Why don't you sit down and I'll finish making this for you?" she offered softly.

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-19 02:55 pm UTC (link)

Right, that would really happen. He was pale, sickly and bruised of face. Of course she would look and stare and wonder what had happened to him which he really didn't want to talk about because it was his own stupid fault. It was always his own stupid fault. He kind of appreciated the effort she had made to look gross but it kind of made her more beautiful. Funny how it worked that way.

But still he looked away from her as she entered his kitchen, hiding behind a veil of messy, curly hair. His back tensed for a brief second but he relaxed into her touch, looking a little nervous. By now he should've been flirting with her, right? "No," he replied softly, "I need to be able to take care of myself. If I can't even make fucking... noodles..." His voice squeaked a little.

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sugar_cycle
2010-12-20 03:08 am UTC (link)

Kami hesitated at his words and, with his eyes turned away, Mirza missed the way she worried her full bottom lip with her teeth. It went against every instinct in her body to allow him to keep making his own dinner but she supposed she could see his logic. Heaving a soft sigh under her breath, she removed her hand and stepped away from her friend. "Alright," she agreed reluctantly, "but can I do anything else to help?" She made a vague motion with her hand. "Get you a drink, clean something... I don't know."

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-20 03:49 am UTC (link)

Mirza was so grateful she didn't fight him. He stepped a little closer to the stove, resting his hands on the handle to the oven door. It hurt him to move so much. "I don't know why you're so desperate to help me..." Except he did but he was feeling argumentative, "You want to help? Find me a new job. I can't go back. Now I'm going to be all scarred up and no one wants to see that." Nevermind that he'd gotten stabbed in the parking lot. Whatever.

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sugar_cycle
2010-12-20 07:48 pm UTC (link)

She felt her mouth set stubbornly, lips pursing at his bitterness and demands, but she bit back her immediate answer, instead wrapping her arms around her own torso to keep from grabbing the pot and spoon out of his hand. He was going to hurt himself worse. Why couldn't he just let her do it? Boys.

Still, Kami supposed he had a point. He had once told her about how skeevy his club was. She guessed he hadn't been joking. "Well, sure," she answered after a moment. "What do you want to do?"

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