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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ he manages, somehow, to not fall off during the trip there by tightening his arms when he feels himself slip off, letting his reflexes do... what reflexes tend to do: keep him safe. relatively. he yawns more than a handful of times during the ride, not bothering to move his head so the breath falls against michael's hair. when they near his street, he scrunches his nose. ]

Watch out for the hoot.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, tilting his head back slightly at his words. ]

Pardon?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

The hoot. Watch out for them.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ is about to speak up when he notices exactly what anthony is speaking of, which are a bunch of owls seated in the trees, pointedly eying them with some level of interest. ]

...

[ just turns onto anthony's street when the light flicks to green. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ waves at the owls lazily, a shaky smile lighting his face when the owls start hooting. ]

Hi guys!

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ does not pay any mind to anthony nor the owls, too busy pulling into a spot to park the scooter at long last. locks it into its upright position, turns it off, then sits there for a moment to allow anthony to remove himself first. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stays smooshed against michael's back, feeling too comfortable (& lazy & drunk) to move without cue. ]

Hoot. They're friends. Not like seagulls.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Your closest friends, I am sure. [ lightly pats anthony's knee twice. ] However, we have more pressing matters at hand. You must remove yourself before I am to move.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ wraps his arms around michael's neck, as tightly as he dares. ]

Cap-i-tan is strong.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ twists his head slightly to the side at that, hopefully preventing the crushing of his windpipe in the process. speaks evenly despite this: ]

Can you not move by yourself?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ just sags against him. ]

I don't think my legs want to.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I guess there is no choice, then.

[ carefully--as to not have anthony fall off in the process--lifts his leg to put it over the scooter before sliding off of it. reaches his arms backwards, a silent invitation for the other to get on his back. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ immediately scoots toward michael, settling awkwardly into place. some corner of his mind is yakking how unmanly this is, but the even fuzzier part is shushing it. so he's resting is head against the back of his captain's, legs falling either side of the other boy as he hops on up. ]

You are ama-a-azing.

IN THE MORNING.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ there are a few things to note when he wakes up: he has a hangover. he remembers everything.

even when he realizes that hiro's probably wandering around the apartment (judging by how the bed's empty when he distinctly remembers going to sleep together), he pushes his face into the pillow, curls underneath the covers into a miserable ball of fuzz, gundam & pokemon. from under the blankets, a quiet stream of words emerge: ]

My life is over, my life is over, my life is over, the world still sucks--

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ currently he's doing some house work, mainly the act of attempting this "making breakfast" thing. having tried it a few times with both anthony and his dad in the past, he doesn't think much of it as he waddles around to do his business. and after a semi-successful rendezvous in the kitchen he's sliding the (slightly burnt) eggs and (somewhat undercooked) toast onto a plate. nabbing the glass of orange juice, he makes his way back to anthony's room. ]

... ?

[ tilts his head a little when he notices the lump-o-chicken anthony, carefully placing the items in hand onto the nearby desk. squats down next to the bed after, attempting to lift some of the covers so he can peek underneath them. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ his eyes only open when he feels that movement, his pikachu-senses tingling. still not moving, he whispers morosely: ]

You're not going to disown me, are you. . . ?

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head at that, briefly confused. ends up just lifting a hand to gently pat where he assumes anthony's head is at. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ takes that as a good sign. a hand snakes out to grope around for one of hiro's. ]

Thanks. . . Family really is the only thing you can count on. . .

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ reaches out to nab his cellphone, typing before sliding it underneath the covers & taking anthony's hand with his free one in the meantime. ]

「 What's wrong? You were really happy last night. 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives the hand a squeeze & reads the words slowly. very slowly. ]

Ughgh. [ a short pause. decides to translate: ] I have a bad headache.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles a little in place, worried. types after a moment of (slightly flustered) consideration: ]

「 Aspirin? Food? Water? 」

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ emits a faint sound of appreciation. ]

Water would be good.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ glances at the orange juice on the desk, removing himself from anthony as he nabs the glass and chugs it down. after exchanging the contents of the cup for water he shuffles back, gently tapping the anthony-lump to signal his return. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ finally pulls himself out from underneath the covers, reaching for the cup gingerly. sitting up a little, he takes little sips. ]

Thanks. [ stares down at the cup miserably. ] I'm glad you're here.

[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ climbs up onto the bed, sitting next to him. reaches out to pat his head a little in sympathy. ]

「 It's okay, onii-chan. 」