07 August 2011 @ 02:53 pm
 
[There is a bed in some corner of the Plane, and currently laying on it is Shion. He's managed to get himself into a sitting position despite being rather heavily bandaged, and is currently scowling at the tiger who has decided that being sprawled across his lower legs is the most comfortable position ever.]

You and Mu are conspiring against me, aren't you?

[The tiger starts grooming it's paw instead of answering, and Shion sighs.]
 
 
07 August 2011 @ 09:15 pm
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[Heero is once again at the bar, but this time he's not trying to drink himself into oblivion. That hadn't worked out as well has he had hoped, leaving with a rather nasty hangover. While there is a bottle of opened vodka on the counter, he's not drinking it.

Instead he's using it to disinfect a shrapnel wound to his upper arm. The left one again, right under a nearly healed gun shot wound. It seemed as though every time he stepped foot onto Duo's reality he somehow managed to take a hit to the arm. One of these days he was going to come back to the plane missing an arm. The thought had him slightly amused. How would he explain that one back home?

Dabbing the wound with a cotton ball gently, he set it down once he was finished and reached for the suture kit. Yes, he was going to actually do this to himself, in the open for all to see. Not that it bothered him or anything. The bar happened to be the most convenient place to do this. Vodka made a wonderful disinfectant and was readily available so there was no need to head home and grab the proper cleaner.

Grabbing the already opened kit he set to work. The most impressive part was the fact he was hardly making a face while doing it.]