tenipuri_xp | RP Log: Sengoku & Kirihara

When? Today - 13th of Feb
Rating? PG :o? XD
Summary: Sengoku has a problem and goes to Kirihara for help XD

... Hard to get pants on >>

Sengoku slowly typed that out on his keyboard, watching the words appear on the screen. Just before he'd woken up, nearly fell on his face while trying to get out of bed without his crutches to support him, and somehow, he made it to the bathroom to wash up and then come back. It wasn't that hard, he admitted, to travel around on crutches, but the real difficult part hadn't occurred to him until he'd dropped his pajama pants, and found he couldn't exactly maneuver out of them, what with his cast and all. As pathetic as it seemed, it was almost amusing to him and there he was, recording it down so he could laugh at it later. Only well... now what? He couldn't very well just waltz around in half his uniform, right?

He sat there, humming thoughtfully as he tried to think of a way out of this predicament until he saw Kirihara pop up on his journal. Typing in an answer, he stared at the screen for a long moment before picking himself up and hobbling over to his bed where his slacks were. Slinging them over his shoulder, he made his way out of his room and down the hall, stopping at his senpai's door and knocking.

Akaya blinked at the knocking. Well, he most definitely wasn’t expecting anyone… after answering to Sengoku’s post, he felt like playing a bit. Which was why, he was sitting on the bed, with the guitar on his knees. But right… the knocking. Putting the guitar away, he thought that the person better makes it quick, and opened the door.

…

There stood the redhead, in pajama pants… slacks over his shoulders and… apparently with broken leg. The hell? He didn’t know Sengoku broke his leg… when? Was he in the mall? The questions wouldn’t be voiced though, and Akaya just raised an eyebrow, asking, “Yes?”

"Good morning~" Sengoku chirped cheerily at his senpai, nodding his head in a sort of bow. Grinning up at Kirihara, he might've looked a tiny bit sheepish. "Could you do me a favor?"

The eyebrow stayed up, “Good morning and… sure, what is it?” Well… Akaya was really curious as to what it was. It might be… quite interesting, hopefully nothing embarrassing.

With a finger, he beckoned Kirihara closer until his lips were up to his senpai's ear. "I can't get into my pants~" he whispered.

…

Akaya just blinked, eyebrow twitching. “And you need my help with that?” Even though he said that, he stepped to the side, allowing the other boy inside. He was… quite amused to be honest.

"Yeees, please~" he replied, seemingly not at all embarrassed by his strange request and upon seeing Kirihara move to the side, Sengoku promptly hobbled into his senpai's room.

Shaking his head a little, Kirihara closed the door and put the guitar back under the bed so the other boy could sit. “Do you need help with getting these off as well?” He asked, meaning the pajama pants Sengoku still had on.

Carefully plopping himself down on the bed, he let his crutches lean against the edge of it. Glancing up, he nodded. "Can't bend my knee so it's kinda hard," he explained to his friend, starting to inch and shift his way out of his pajama pants.

With a sigh, Akaya helped the boy out. Carefully as to not hurt him. This had nothing to do with intimacy, it was more like taking care of a child. Well, or so Akaya told himself and… agrr… that was it, even though for someone else it might have looked a bit different.

Folding the pajama pants on the bed, he reached his hand out for the slacks.

Yay~ finally, he was out of those pants that were holding him prisoner~ Himself amused, Sengoku handed the slacks over and stuck his legs out.

Kirihara laughed a little. He never had a younger brother, was it any similar to this? Or was just Sengoku such an idiot? Crouching, he put the redhead’s good feet into the leg of the pants, then the other… carefully again. Pulling them up to his knees, over plaster… though no, wait. He paused and stood, fiddling in one drawer, he got a sharpy. With a wide, edged grin, the older boy bend down again~

Kirihara Akaya’s personal slave~ ♥

Blinking, Sengoku leaned over to peer at what Kirihara was writing, but he wasn't very adept at reading upside down at all. It took him a moment to comprehend what was written, and he instantly grinned, trying hard to pout at his senpai. "Whaaat? I'm not your slave~! I wouldn't be a very good slave either, you know~" he tried to protest, pushing at Kirihara's shoulder, because really, he'd be really slow at serving him juice and stuff.

Smirking at Sengoku, Akaya just shrugged, “When you get this off then~,” he said. Then… he fully pulled the pants fully over plaster (that was now decorated with Akaya’s neat handwriting) and coaxed the younger boy to stand.

Looking for a way to stand without his crutches, Sengoku settled with placing a hand on Kirihara's shoulder and pushing himself off the bed, leaning against his senpai. Taking the waistband of his slacks, he pulled them up until they were actually fitted properly against his waist. Taking his hand off of his shoulder, he just put all his weight against Kirihara for a moment to zip and button himself.

Steadying the other mutant, Akaya let him lean, Sengoku wasn’t all that heavy, surely lighter than Yamato. He wrinkled his nose as the red strands of hair tickled his face… uh… and promptly sneezed. Fortunately he managed to turn his head away and not sneeze into the redhead’s hair. That would be… bad.

"Gesundheit~" Sengoku answered, and he finally finished fiddling around with the button. "Yay, all done~ and I didn't kill myself trying to do this either. Thanks!" he told the other mutant gratefully, giving him a biiiig hug before letting himself fall back onto the bed. There, he scooped up his crutches and was back on his feet again.

Ge-what? Kirihara blinked, but he didn’t question what it meant, figuring it was ‘Bless you’, just in a different language. Well, or so he hoped.

But uh… Akaya wasn’t really used to such innocent shows of affection. He rarely got hugged anymore, well… except when he was with the teacher, but that was a slightly different thing. “Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.”

"You don't mind if you help me for a while, do you?" Sengoku asked once he realized that he'd be needing to get in and out of his clothes, even with a stupid caste on.

Scratching his head, Akaya nodded, “Sure. It’s not such a big deal.” It was as much as he could do. “You just have to remind me every now and then.”

"Yup~ I'll just come over okay? Thanks a lot~ you're a life saver, you know that?" he grinned at Kirihara.

Both slim eyebrows rouse again, “Sure, that’s fine.” Life saver? Well, that’s new. He grinned back, “Just don’t get used to me taking care of you too much~”

Sengoku mock pouted. "But I like being taken care of~ I won't have to do anything then~"

Kirihara laughed, whacking the younger mutant over the head lightly, “Idiot. I’m not your mother.”

"Moooooommy~!" he wailed, latching himself to Kirihara's side.

Hey, hey, hey! Akaya stuck his tongue out, with a slight scowl, “Sengoku, I’m a guy.” Vermilion eyes staring down at the new attachment to his side.

"Guys can be mommies too."

“As far as I’m concerned they can’t.” In his mind, he added, ‘idiot’ again.

"Right right right. But if I ever see you baking cookies or other mommy-like things, I'm so calling you on that~" He grinned at Kirihara before removing him from his side to head for the door.

Right… Akaya couldn’t bake, or didn’t know what else Sengoku considered mommy-like, but he was sure he didn’t do it either. Shaking his head, “Whatever.”

"See you later~ oh and thanks for signing the cast." That was a pretty good idea actually, and maybe he could harrass some more people to sign it too! It was definitely the day's mission. Waving to Kirihara, he exited the room, heading for his own.

Without a word Akaya waved as Sengoku left. Oh yeah, he had a baby to take care of now, he thought with a chuckle, taking out the guitar again. Well, he wanted to play before and he would.