Floor 1, Room 5

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SHINJIRO

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early week 3

[1145pm]

[ There are only a small handful of people Tatara hasn't met yet. It's no wonder that one of the last on his list is one who's been assigned to the East, huh?

That kind of works out for him, though. Because he has a liiittle favor to ask...

Anyway, here comes an enthusiastic knock on the door! Open up, mysterious stranger! ]

is for me...

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[ Really, talking to this one is probably something he's been putting off for a while. The short guy's words echo in his ear now and then, about their similar circumstances, but he hasn't quite found it in himself to talk about it yet...especially after the blood-drinking debacle. He's still thinking, in-between frustrated magic lessons and burying himself in the kitchen.

Today, he's roughly mid-nap after a session of sugar-testing and ingredient prepping, so Shinjiro's a bit less than pleased at the knock on his door. When it opens, it's to a grumpy-looking teenager with fairly ruffled hair, brows furrowed in displeasure-

At least until he sees who's there. Then it fades somewhat, awkward shifting on his feet, displeasure swapping to confusion. ]

It's you, huh. What d'ya want?

for U!!!

[1145pm]

[ Oops! Tatara totally glosses over the awkward shifting and confusion to take in the grump and ruffled hair. He was definitely interrupting something. A nap, he hopes.

It is him! He smiles. ]

Sorry! Did I wake you?

[ A rhetorical question! He breezes past it: ]

I'm just here to chat and say hi. [ He lifts up a small plate. There are cookies on them, freshly baked. ] Can I come in?

week 3 escort lets go~

[lighthaus]

[ escort quests usually aren't his thing, at least from this angle, but a task is a task. khun's got a cloak on for this mission in the thick of the woods, hair pulled up into a high ponytail. he looks relatively at ease, even if there's a sigh in his voice at the temperament of their nobles. ]

With the way they're behaving, it's like we're the wild beasts here.

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[ Really, they're not his thing, either. But it's a job, and it's a good opportunity to stretch his muscles. While not the same as shadows, magical beasts sound...roughly the same?

Pretty uncharacteristic for a wizard to have an axe slung over his shoulders, but he doesn't seem bothered. Just like he seems unbothered by the unpleasant glances in their direction. ]

Not my problem what they wanna think. [ A shrug. ] Sooner we finish, sooner they can go stare at somethin' else.

[lighthaus]

You're not offended even if you're a fellow Eastern Wizard?

[ khun doesn't sound actually bothered, just curious. ]

somewhat immediate post-courtyard incident

[foresightis2020]

[ With people making food, it seemed like a good idea to bring the spoils to someone who would be at rest (and so they're not crawling out of bed...so. There will be some bread)

Jing Yuan ends up returning to ensure he will be able to partake, but also because there was an incident that he believed needed proper going over. So when he returns, he knocks on the other's door. ]

Good morning, it's Jing Yuan.

here he comes, jingling...

[fullspbar]

[ Needless to say, the moment he'd been left unattended, he slept like the dead. He'd been exhausted before, but dragging himself down there when he'd barely rested at all had been a stupid decision on his part.

As such, he doesn't really want to get up at the knock on the door. But the voice earns a grimace, because dammit, he guesses he's not getting out of this. He doesn't have to be enthusiastic about it, though. ]

...Tch. Come in then, if you're gonna.

help

[foresightis2020]

[ He certainly doesn't. ]

You should keep the door locked, Shinjiro.

[ Jing Yuan says with light admonishment, but he does open the door since the other bid him entry, and enters into the room proper before closing the door behind him.

There are croissants and other assortments of bread in the basket he's brought. ]

The others put together baked goods. I thought you'd like to chance to try it. That is, if you like bread at all. Also, while I'm here, can you tell what the status of your wounds are?

[ Jing Yuan has not forgotten that he looked relatively terrible. Is there a place/table where he can put down the bread for a moment? ]

piles up threads with you, post the Incident

[lighthaus]

[ things sure keep happening huh. the morning after the Incident, khun comes to knock on shinji's door. knock knock! ]

Food delivery!

trips and drops all my khuns

[fullspbar]

[ Shinji is clearly not thrilled at the knocks, but the voice and announcement at the door has him getting up with a grumble, anyway.

When he answers, it's with a clear set of bedhead, and skin still a ghastly pale color. Hey, at least he's changed his bloody clothes! ]

You lot are damn nosy. [ But he's moving to let him in all the same. ] I can feed myself, you know.

[shortleash]

( A few nights after the Akirarening, there comes... a knock at Shinjiro's door - just one, brief but not curt. Should he open it, he'll find a familiar face - one that's been generally avoiding him - on the other side, trying to seem impassive, but seeming to find the effort awkward. )

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[ There's a brief moment he thinks he might be hearing things, the knock so quiet it almost doesn't register. But he does get up, lurching to the door to open it, just to be sure;

Ah.

Awkward indeed is the word, as is the quiet that stretches as Shinjiro peers down at that expression with a stiff one of his own. ]

Hyakuya. [ Since somebody's gotta break the silence eventually. He's aware they have something to talk about, but just to make sure- ] You need something?

Post-Akiraing

[troublereduction]

[ Several hours after the exciting morning with shootings and a bonfire, once Day has decided to just be dead to the world for a while so he can go the fuck to sleep, he'll be going to Shinji's door to knock. Sorry for all the visitors, buddy. ]

[fullspbar]

[ Not sure if exciting is the word he's use, but it sure was a morning. Shinjiro'd fallen dead asleep after returning to his room, but it hasn't stopped the whirlwind of knocks and offerings. These people are damn nosy.

And here comes another one, which has an aggravated groan slipping from his lips as he gets up to answer the door...again.

...At least this one, he can get. ]

'S you again, huh. [ At least he's not wobbling as much anymore, but the way he grips the door, he's clearly still on the recovery road. ] What, come for a check-up or something?

post-stabgate, pre-akiragate

[fullspbar]

[ It's surprising how pain can be so hot, then so cold.

It's hard to see, vision swimming, and he can feel his clothes sticking uncomfortable to his skin. It's the minute things when you're laying in a pool of your own blood, and were it not for the kitchen ceiling right above his head, he'd almost think the sky was green and the moon was full. The kick to his ribs had been almost artfully reproduced, as well.

Except here's nobody yelling, no warm hands, no tears. Just him, and the cold kitchen tile. Closing his eyes almost seems easy now, as they had been before. It would get quiet, and dark, and everything would melt away.

But he can't do that. Not now.

Because if he does, then what will happen to Akira? Will he go off and hurt someone else, with those dark eyes and that icy smile? Has he already? It's these thoughts that make his teeth grit and his fingers twitch, leaden limbs slowly moving as fast as he can make them despite the pain that seems to seep through every inch of him.

It's past midnight when anyone on the first floor, or perhaps anyone passing by, can hear loud clattering. What sounds like metal clashing, or thrown against something, ringing loud as it crashes to the floor. Once, twice. Three times. All coming from the kitchen. And the closer one gets, the stronger a certain coppery smell becomes, like how the common room had been a few weeks ago.

The door is closed, but all it takes is one push to see the figure slumped against the cupboards, the one beside him open with red smeared around the handle. There's three pans laying about, thrown haphazardly, but not too far- he clearly couldn't manage that, not with the steadily growing pile of blood beneath him.

Shinjiro will not respond to whoever decides to enter, but the rise and fall of his chest is shallow; for however long that will last, however, is up to chance. ]

[troublereduction]

[ It's really by total coincidence that Day is still up at this time, since he's been thinking about some of the things he's heard from the Central wizards about their mission. After a while, he has to admit defeat that ruminating will do nothing, and maybe he should get something to eat before bed.

This is why the sound he hears on the way to the kitchen alerts him, then the now-too-familiar smell of blood alarms him, and he doesn't think twice about running into the kitchen. When he sees Shinjiro slumped down on the floor, he immediately moves to check his injuries and start healing. ]

Shit—

vaguely sometime post-east arrival

[foresightis2020]

[ Well, Jing Yuan actually doesn't take very long in regards in seeing the other male again. Though regardless of what topics ensue on the little reunion, assume Jing Yuan ensures to tell Shinji that he will be dropping by his room with a little something to help combat the apparent cold.

After all, he didn't seem to be quite in the condition to cook and was suffering from, well, some bout of illness? That didn't seem wise to leave alone.

Shinjiro also spent time cooking for other people, so it makes sense the tables get turned for real this time. So, he will come back with some soup, and also, warm tea; but unfortunately his hands are occupied as he re-approaches that door. ]

I've returned, Shinjiro. Are you still awake?

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[ There's something frustrating in, once again, being out of commission in some way. He hadn't figured out the warming enchantment in time, and this is what it got him; soaking wet, aggravated, and with a set of chills that's gradually climbing into fever territory.

He had been more susceptible to illness with the poor state of his body, but he'd been pretty fortunate so far it hadn't bothered him. So much for that.

While tempted to turn Jing Yuan down, he knows better than to do that at this point. The guy is too nosy, too knowing, and more trouble than it's worth. So while he goes off, he takes the opportunity to get himself out of his soaking wet clothes into dry, warm ones. There's still a towel around his neck when he opens the door, to catch the few droplets of water from his still-wet hair. ]

I ain't that sick. [ Yet! ] Hurry up, then.

[ Because there's something embarrassing in someone bringing him soup for a cold, like a mother or something. Ignoring the fact he'd probably do it himself. ]

post-east mission return

[impacter]

[Wow Shinji have you ever had someone knock on your window before

It's quite a bit of time after everything has settled when Shinji will hear a quiet rapping on the bottom of his window frame.

If he bothers to open, he will find one (1) North grandpa settled in the grass under his window with a book and pen, glancing up silently with a raise of a brow.]

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[ There's a first for everything!

Doing normal Shinji things, such as slinking off to his room to brood in private, he's been in his room ever since leaving the arrival clusterfuck. Now considerably more dry, but not anymore well than he was when he arrived. Fortunately, he hadn't been quite asleep, but the window gets a harsh squint before he bothers to push himself up to open it.

The flash of white hair peeking over the windowsill is...ominous, but Shinjiro hauls himself closer to peer down enough just to get an eyeful of geezer. Huh. ]

...Oi. You can't find somewhere else to lounge around?

[ That isn't outside his window??? ]

Post-East Mission

[dyingtohealyou]

[Sometime in the morning after Shinji's hopefully gotten some sleep, there's a knock on the door. Howdy neighbor!]

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[ For a guy who probably never really visits anyone, he sure does get a fuckton of people at his door-

It's opened, begrudgingly, and while a night's sleep would normally do someone some good...Shinjiro is still not doing so hot. So, Ahito gets a squint when he opens the door. ]

...You need somethin'?

Prior to the West Mission!

[dyingtohealyou]

[Knock kn- just kidding, they're just hanging out in Central today because surely it's possible for them to have a thread that is not about cooking.

It is entirely possible (and very likely) that Shinjiro was just minding his own business when Ahito showed up to pester him. This is fine, probably?]

Hey, look at you, out and about. What do you even do on your days off, anyway?

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[ god preserve him.

He sure is minding his own business, and that sure is Ahito, suddenly in his business. Shinjiro pauses from whatever vague window shopping he's doing to give him the squinty side-eye. ]

...You saying I'm gloomy or something?

[ He goes out!! He breathes fresh air!! ]

And what's it to you, anyway? You always go up to whoever and ask that kind of stuff out of nowhere?