[RP Log] Kirihara, Sengoku

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Date: Wednesday, Dec. 19
Rating: G
Summary: Taking place after this entry, Kirihara finds Sengoku semi-awake and tries to get him to bed.



Today seemed like Sengoku's lucky day. It really hadn't been written down what sort of conditions needed to be met for Sengoku to wake from his hibernation, but perhaps the combination warm temperatures, the amount of sunlight striking him, how uncomfortable the bed was getting, the alignment of the stars, and just plain luck had something to do with it.

And so, he found himself waking and the first thing he did was find his way to a computer (well, after finding water). Why, exactly? He wasn't sure, but soon he realized that this computer looked... different. Actually, everything around him looked different. And so he sat there, trying to figure out what was going on, but his eyes kept drooping and he kept nodding off, only to startle awake again to think some more. It was a vicious cycle.

Akaya was in the small kitchen when he heard shuffling, either Raven was back from wherever he's been of to, or Sengoku woke up. From the two, Akaya thought the former was actually more possible. He didn't bother checking just yet, instead finishing his business in the kitchen (dishes, he hated doing them, but someone had to).

It came as a surprise to see the redhead sitting by the computer, awake. Though he looked more like he was still sleeping, rather than up and about. Or at least dozing off again. Akaya shook his head, too long, black curls bouncing with the movement, "Why're you up?" He asked, walking up to the other and twapping him gently on the back of his head (while avoiding the vines), to get his attention.

Sengoku's whole body twitched at the light smack, waking him up again, green eyes blearily blinking at the unfamiliar computer once more. He knew he was staring at it for a reason, but he couldn't remember right now because what was fresh in his mind was that something had hit him. Slowly, very slowly as if he was stuck in molasses, his arm reached up and groped behind him for the offending... whatever it was. "Mmnn wha...?"

"Why're you up when you're not awake?" Akaya asked again, ducking a bit to not let Sengoku grab him. It was more than obvious that Sengoku had no idea what was happening or where he was in the first place. He probably also had no clue what hit him... and that he wasn't alone in the room. With a quiet sigh, the black haired mutant moved to rest against the desk, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, coming into Sengoku's view finally, "You probably should go back to bed."

Sengoku’s eyes had unfocused on him again, so he squinted at the blurry blob that came into his view. It took him several seconds for him to recognize it as human and not another computer (because computers can float), and he smiled obliviously, hand dropping onto his lap.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii."

It took a lot of willpower not to facepalm at that. If he didn't know better, he'd think Sengoku was drunk. It'd probably be a good idea to convince the redhead to go back to bed, Akaya pondered, "Yo," he greeted back, "You know who I am, I hope?"

It took several seconds for the question to enter and register in Sengoku's brain, and he took even more time to stare at Akaya intently, trying to figure out who he was. But the more he stared, the more tired he got, his brain not used to so much work in these conditions. Slowly, his eyelids began to droop again, his body going with them.

In an instant, Akaya caught the other before he crashed on the floor (and most probably hit his head on the desk, while going down), except Sengoku was heavy. Heavier than what Akaya could pick up, so he only managed to push him back onto the chair.

Once with that done, he pinched Sengoku's cheek, "Wake up idiot, I ain't carrying you to the bed... you're too heavy."

At the pinch, Sengoku started again, eyes snapping open and focusing on Kirihara's face again. ...But wait. That... actually kind of hurt. He could feel his cheek throbbing slightly! Slowly, ever so slowly, Sengoku's eyes began to well up with tears. Sniffle... sniffle... SNIIIIIIIIIFF.

Ugh, Akaya groaned audibly, "Just don't cry!" Great, awesome even, he was starting to doubt that Sengoku was really sleep and not drunk instead. But then again, he didn't go anywhere and Akaya had no alcohol in the apartment. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Just don't cry, ugh..." Gently, he patted the red mop of hair, hoping that the other'd calm down, one way or another.

Sengoku whimpered, head ducking away instinctively, that hand much too close to his vines. Sniffle, sniffle. He pouted visibly, hand slowly rubbing at his pinched cheek.

"I said I'm sorry, not repeating myself," Akaya grumped, a scowl obvious on his face, "Just stop sniffling and go back to bed, alright? You're not good to be up."

He continued to rub his cheek, soothing the pinched flesh, but once again, he was starting to nod off.

With a growl, Akaya glared at the sleeping redhead. There was one more thing he could do, but the possibility it'd freak out the other was high... hell, right now he was too miffed to think about it. Akaya took a deep breath and yelled, "YOU'RE ON FIRE!"

Sengoku was starting a nice little dream filled with soft, fluffy things when he heard that dreadful word. His eyes snapped open for the millionth time that day and his body jerked violently enough that it sent him and the chair flying backward against the floor.

As expected, this good a reaction as good as in his own world. Akaya was quick to act and grab Sengoku by the wrist so the redhead wouldn't actually attempt to run away, and he yelled almost as loud as before (to get through the panic), "Kidding! No fire, Sengoku, NO fire!"

Whether he was this world's Sengoku or the other, both had at least one thing in common: they were scared shitless of fire. Fire was bad, and none of them wanted their poor leaves on fire. Sengoku flaaailed, limbs flying all over the place as if that would help if there really was a fire. "FIREFIREFIREFIREFIRE!" Oh yeah, he was awake all right. And he might've tried fleeing for his-- their life, but he was being held back by a particularly strong grip. His wide gaze whipped to Akaya. "LET GO!!!"

Akaya had to hide the grin and keep himself from snickering -- while he understood the fear, it was pretty damn... amusing (and somewhat cute) to watch. "NO fire, Sengoku," he held tight onto the other's wrist, "Look around, nothing! I was kidding," he paused, "So no, not letting go. Just calm down."

Finally, Sengoku was actually processing what Akaya was yelling at him. Breathing hard, his eyes whipped around the room and indeed, there was no hot, red stuff around that could incinerate a plant in five seconds. The adrenaline rush coupled with how tired he was caused him to collapse backward in sudden relief, his arm still being held up by the other mutant. "Youuuuuuuuuu are a bad person. A very bad person!" he complained, pointing accusingly at Akaya.

This time Akaya couldn't hold it in, he laughed for once good-naturedly, instead of his usual unpleasant snicker, "Yeah, I know," he said, grinning. Good to know it all worked as well here as there, and also good to know Sengoku wasn't exactly angry about this, "But at least you're awake now. There's just no other way with you," either scare the shit out of him like this, or wait until sprint to have the redhead's proper attention.

Sengoku pouted up at Akaya, sleepiness still at bay but still lingering around the edges like fog. "This hasn't happened before!" he complained at the other mutant because really, it hadn't. He'd never slept straight through Winter before, of course, but he'd never been so awake either. He pouted some more. "What're you gonna do about it?" He wanted some compensation, dammit.

Akaya shrugged, "Haul you back to bed?" One black eyebrow quirked in amusement, "You look like you need a bit more sleep, still," well, now maybe not so bad as before, but the black haired mutant could bet Sengoku was still sleepy as all hell.

Sengoku paused to think about this. Hewas awake. Somewhat. But sleep and bed did sound pretty good. His arms shot up, reaching for Akaya. "Haul away~"

Ugh, "I'm not carrying you, though," Akaya winced inwardly, outwardly just made a face, twisting his features into the usual scowl, "You're too heavy."

Sengoku's eyes widened. "And we're friends how? Friends are supposed to be there for you when you're down! They're supposed to help pick you up and put you back on your feet! They're supposed to carry you to bed when you're sleepy!"

Another internal wince, as Akaya snorted, "Fine, I can help you," he said, pulling Sengoku up to his feet, "I'll help, but I'm not carrying you and that's that." Thankfully, the redhead was taller, so throwing his arm around Akaya's own shoulders wasn't awkward for him, Sengoku was probably another matter altogether, or not. Akaya didn't care to find out.

Once Sengoku was up on his feet, he glanced over at the other mutant; he was a good five inches taller than Akaya. "Shouldn't I be the one who should be carrying you?" he asked with a teasing grin, pointing out the height difference.

Akaya rolled his eyes, "Maybe, but it's not me who needs to get carried," he grumbled. No, he did not enjoy being teased about his height -- probably everyone at the damn school was taller than him. Hell, even Akazawa when female was taller than him (a few centimeters, but that was always something). Akaya groaned at the thought.

"But I probably could if you did need to be carried," he mused mostly to himself, not that he really wanted to at the moment. But anyway, the bed. He shuffled for the bed before he paused, realizing something. "...Wait. How did I get here?"

Another eyeroll, but before Akaya could answer his attention was immediately brought to the question, "I dunno. One day you just... showed up," he shrugged, and didn't add that he didn't bother taking Sengoku back to his room. Even if this apartment was a single and already occupied by three guys.

Just showed up? "Sleep walking?" Though, it wouldn't surprise him if he did sleep walk. He lowered himself onto the bed and sighed, body relaxing again when it felt the bed beneath it. But wait. He looked up at Akaya, blinking. "Is this your bed?"

"Yeah?" Akaya quirked an eyebrow, not knowing what the issue was, "'s that a problem?" He didn't sleep long, and besides he could easily sleep anywhere at all and wake up well rested.

"...It is if there isn't anywhere else for you to sleep."

Akaya blinked, "Huh? 'f course there is," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He could be nice, but he'd never be that nice, "I sleep on the couch."

A sheepish smile. "Maybe... we should switch," he suggested with a soft yawn.

"Meh, 's fine. Couch's enough for me," Akaya shrugged, putting on a scowl so that he didn't seem too nice, "You, on the other hand, need the bed." Pause, and he continued, "Besides, what would we sit on if you were sleeping on the couch 24h/day, huh?" There, that would save his face were Sengoku to think weird things.

Well, that was true, and it was enough to appease Sengoku. Especially when a soft, groggy whisper told him that things were being too loud and that he should get back to sleep. He couldn't help but agree as he grew less alert, rubbing at his eyes. "I-- We guess... that's okay, then. If... you don't mind... really."

Akaya waited a little longer, until the redhead was asleep again, before he turned to leave. He paused midstep though, and with one last glance patted the red mop of hair -- it didn't hurt to be a little more affectionate every now and again (even if the other party was not awake to see it), he supposed, especially since it was almost Christmas. He shrugged to himself, this was the compensation for scaring Sengoku earlier.