nooodesires | (no subject)

[Ankh, from the sound of it has just slid across the floor and slammed into a door or the wall or both.]

Mother FUCK!

[ he puts down the coffee pot and hurries over to you, a concerned look on his face ]

Ankh, are you okay?

[Ow his everything]

I'm-- fine, has there always been a door there-- where are we.

Hold on.

[ he kneels down next to you and starts fussing over you, checking if you're injured or not ]

[Squirming and making a quiet frustrated bird noise, worming away from him on the floor.]

Quit your fussing, I said I'm fine. Answer the damn question.

Ankh, we're home.

[ no dragging you back, you will deal with him fussing if only because you want answers from him ]

[Why must you manhandle the bird. More disgruntled chirping.]

What the fuck does that even mean.

[ because that is how he shows he cares ]

What else is it supposed to mean? We've been living here for a while now.

[You stop that. Though he might be relaxing a little, reluctantly.]

Where's here though. It doesn't look like the harpy's place.

[ he fusses over you a bit more before he stops once he's sure you're not hurt too bad ]

There's going to be a bruise, but it'll be fine. And what are you talking about? This is Japan, Ankh.

Hasn't it always been Japan? You used to make fun of me because it took me a while to read kanji. Shit's hard.

[Rubbing at the future-bruise, and coiling one leg to himself to settle into a birdpile.]

Ankh, what are you talking about?

What are you talking about? And why does this hurt so damn much?

[Snippy.]

I don't know, I think you're confused. It hurts because you ran yourself into the door.

No but I'm not supposed to be able to feel things, remember? Dulled Greeed senses? You experienced them.

[He's using that "Eiji you're stupid" tone.]

Is this some kind of game you're playing? Why aren't I in on the joke?

[That makes his heart jolt a little, and the sensation confuses and alarms him. He pales, folding up more and smoothing a palm along his collarbone.]

No, it's-- why would that be a game, Eiji?

Why wouldn't it be? You're acting odd, Ankh.

[ he reaches out to feel against your head to see if maybe you knocked yourself there ]

I'm-- Not!

[Excuse him as he all but flutters backward and stands, bumping back into the wall and leaning there.]

I'm not "odd", you are!

[ he stands up with you ]

Did you have a bad dream?

[Maybe starting to freak out.]

No! You're-- What is going on. Do you not remember? OOO, the Greeed? The medals?

Calm down, Ankh.

[ he reaches forward and cups your cheek with his hand ]

[He would recoil if there weren't a wall there.]

Wh-- don't--

I've already made some coffee. Why don't you sit down in the kitchen and I'll pour you some and then we can talk about everything else.

[Huff.]

...fine, just. Stop touching my face.