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Tweak says, "Stupid lizard."

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
2010-12-20 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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