Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oyaji) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
destinystrings2012-09-23 07:44 pm
oyaji) wrote in destinystrings2012-09-23 07:44 pm
Entry tags:
CLOSED
Who: Kotetsu T. Kaburagi and Barnaby Brooks Jr.
Where: Kotetsu's apartment in the Pisces district; backdated after the Nightclub Mission
Summary: Faced with the reality of their sudden and very bizarre predicament, the former Heroes decide what the best way to proceed is.
Warnings: Cavity-inducing bromantic sentimentality
Before making it "home", Kotetsu pulled his partner aside to stop at a convenience store for a six-pack of beer, because they were going to need it. In fact, he got two, just to be safe! It never hurt to expect the worst, especially when the worst seemed to chase after them like grim death with a personal grudge. But now they had the means to fight him off: Booze! It had a wonderful way of minimizing the unbearable, of which he knew all too well.
Thankfully, he found himself on the first floor of the apartment complex. Apparently, someone had taken it easy on this old man, and a good thing too because there would be a lot less complaining on his part about his poor old man knees, his cliche of a hip, and how they ached in the winter months. A light stroll down the hallway was a fair compromise. Unlocking his door, Kotetsu pushed the it open and groped for any kind of light switch he could find around the walls. Well, there was, but it was quite dinky. The florescent light flickered on meekly, disappeared like a frightened animal, and then gradually came back out of hiding with a faint buzzing sound. Kotetsu couldn't have frowned harder even if someone a 100,000 Sterns were on the line as he came in and consciously ignored the shoe cubbies. This was his damn apartment and if he wanted to walk all over it in dirty soles, he was going to!
"Uhh, I guess put them in the fridge there. Thanks," he said, motioning toward the small antique of a refrigerator. The one he carried was brought into the next room where he--Oh... it's the bedroom. The bedroom?! "Hey! I don't have a living room!" What kind of crappy, half-assed apartment was this?! He didn't have a television either. Talk about backwater! This was worse than his mom's house!
"I guess we'll just sit on my futon..." Tomorrow, Kotetsu was getting some damn furniture so the two of them could have adult conversations, not pillow talk! Well, he supposed it wasn't all that bad. He tried to think of it as a slumber party! Except he had never been invited to one as a kid, so he would just have to imagine what a slumber party was like. Taking his shoes off, he slumped down on his bedding with his chilled six-pack and waited for Barnaby to get settled. His fingers picked at the plastic surrounding the lips of the cans as he tried to ground himself in the surreality of it all. It was weird, but sitting here in this apartment was more dreamlike than their mishaps in a demonic nightclub just hours ago.
Where: Kotetsu's apartment in the Pisces district; backdated after the Nightclub Mission
Summary: Faced with the reality of their sudden and very bizarre predicament, the former Heroes decide what the best way to proceed is.
Warnings: Cavity-inducing bromantic sentimentality
Before making it "home", Kotetsu pulled his partner aside to stop at a convenience store for a six-pack of beer, because they were going to need it. In fact, he got two, just to be safe! It never hurt to expect the worst, especially when the worst seemed to chase after them like grim death with a personal grudge. But now they had the means to fight him off: Booze! It had a wonderful way of minimizing the unbearable, of which he knew all too well.
Thankfully, he found himself on the first floor of the apartment complex. Apparently, someone had taken it easy on this old man, and a good thing too because there would be a lot less complaining on his part about his poor old man knees, his cliche of a hip, and how they ached in the winter months. A light stroll down the hallway was a fair compromise. Unlocking his door, Kotetsu pushed the it open and groped for any kind of light switch he could find around the walls. Well, there was, but it was quite dinky. The florescent light flickered on meekly, disappeared like a frightened animal, and then gradually came back out of hiding with a faint buzzing sound. Kotetsu couldn't have frowned harder even if someone a 100,000 Sterns were on the line as he came in and consciously ignored the shoe cubbies. This was his damn apartment and if he wanted to walk all over it in dirty soles, he was going to!
"Uhh, I guess put them in the fridge there. Thanks," he said, motioning toward the small antique of a refrigerator. The one he carried was brought into the next room where he--Oh... it's the bedroom. The bedroom?! "Hey! I don't have a living room!" What kind of crappy, half-assed apartment was this?! He didn't have a television either. Talk about backwater! This was worse than his mom's house!
"I guess we'll just sit on my futon..." Tomorrow, Kotetsu was getting some damn furniture so the two of them could have adult conversations, not pillow talk! Well, he supposed it wasn't all that bad. He tried to think of it as a slumber party! Except he had never been invited to one as a kid, so he would just have to imagine what a slumber party was like. Taking his shoes off, he slumped down on his bedding with his chilled six-pack and waited for Barnaby to get settled. His fingers picked at the plastic surrounding the lips of the cans as he tried to ground himself in the surreality of it all. It was weird, but sitting here in this apartment was more dreamlike than their mishaps in a demonic nightclub just hours ago.