呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heavenlydecree) wrote2015-02-01 12:56 pm
heavenlydecree) wrote2015-02-01 12:56 pm
the moon is rising on this dangerous night //
[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.
By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.
Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]
Mitsuzane?
By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.
Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]
Mitsuzane?
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It's... the glass must have been old. I held it too hard and it cracked. It's not that bad...
[There's only a little blood welling up out of it, but he doesn't want it to get infected.]
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You scared me...
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[He reaches over to grab some toilet paper and press it to the wound while he waits for his brother to find what he needs.]
I didn't mean to scare you...
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[Takatora finds the ointment and a bandage, setting them on the edge of the counter. He moves to kneel down in front of Mitsuzane, motioning for the other's hand.]
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[He holds his hand out, pulling the paper away. It's just a minor cut under his thumb, thankfully, nothing too serious.]
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We'll keep an eye on it.
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Thank you, nii-san.
[He squeezes his brother's hand gently before letting go.]
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... as I was saying, I'm taking the day off. I'll be around if you need me for anything.
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[He stands, and then gives Takatora a brief hug from behind before slipping out of the room.]
I might go out for a walk in a bit, but I'll have my phone with me.
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I'll need to call in. ... I'll keep my phone with me. I'm not sure what I'll do.
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[Maybe he shouldn't have said that exactly, but... He wanders out of the room and back to the side of the bed, carefully picking up the glass to carry it back into the bathroom. He dumps the water out, then sets the glass in the trash.]
Please be careful...
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[Which he knows is like telling a fish not to swim, but he can always hope. He runs his fingers through his hair before turning to leave.]
Have a good day, nii-san.