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sirenspull_logs2013-01-23 08:15 pm
mouthbreathing) wrote in sirenspull_logs2013-01-23 08:15 pm
Entry tags:
low light, mercury morning
Who: Warsman (mouthbreathing ) and Sasuke(bondsoflove )
When: January 23rd
Where: Warsman's apartment
Summary: Sasuke returns at 6am in less than stellar condition, and needless to say, Warsman is worried. Awkwardness follows.
Warnings: None as of yet?
At three-thirty AM, Warsman returned to an empty apartment. That's no surprise in itself: a few weeks on and he's attuned, if not privy, to Sasuke's nightly escapades. He's not sure what he does, and he's not quite certain he could get away with asking, but now it's gone six and he's deeply regretting his hesitance.
It's not as though he's been awake for three hours- even he's not so nervy as to stay up half the night worrying over someone he knows is more than capable of handling himself in battle- but his sleep has been fitful at best. Not that it's wholly unusual for Sasuke to arrive back later than him, but at the same time he's never been gone for this long. Not to his knowledge, at least. And now, after waking up for the third or fourth time, lying in the dark void of the winter's morning, not even the thought that he has to be ready and rested for a moving job in a few hours is settling him down again.
The trouble is, there are so many possibilities to consider. So many monsters out there. It wouldn't matter how ready Sasuke was if he were mobbed. And what sort of friend is he, lying in bed when he could possibly be...
A creak- and Warsman freezes. Someone in the living room. He's out of bed in an instant, releasing his claws and creeping to the door on bare, silent feet. Without his helmet and armor he feels exposed, but... well. If it's Sasuke, it won't matter, and if it's an intruder, he can't afford to waste time.
mouthbreathing ) and Sasuke(bondsoflove )When: January 23rd
Where: Warsman's apartment
Summary: Sasuke returns at 6am in less than stellar condition, and needless to say, Warsman is worried. Awkwardness follows.
Warnings: None as of yet?
At three-thirty AM, Warsman returned to an empty apartment. That's no surprise in itself: a few weeks on and he's attuned, if not privy, to Sasuke's nightly escapades. He's not sure what he does, and he's not quite certain he could get away with asking, but now it's gone six and he's deeply regretting his hesitance.
It's not as though he's been awake for three hours- even he's not so nervy as to stay up half the night worrying over someone he knows is more than capable of handling himself in battle- but his sleep has been fitful at best. Not that it's wholly unusual for Sasuke to arrive back later than him, but at the same time he's never been gone for this long. Not to his knowledge, at least. And now, after waking up for the third or fourth time, lying in the dark void of the winter's morning, not even the thought that he has to be ready and rested for a moving job in a few hours is settling him down again.
The trouble is, there are so many possibilities to consider. So many monsters out there. It wouldn't matter how ready Sasuke was if he were mobbed. And what sort of friend is he, lying in bed when he could possibly be...
A creak- and Warsman freezes. Someone in the living room. He's out of bed in an instant, releasing his claws and creeping to the door on bare, silent feet. Without his helmet and armor he feels exposed, but... well. If it's Sasuke, it won't matter, and if it's an intruder, he can't afford to waste time.