thusia | (no subject)

I'm just acknowledging that you're a hormonal teenager. Only freaky and stupid.

[hmph.]

Well it wasn't that. You can leave now.

You're nailing guts to my door.

You can take them down tomorrow.

[Pulls what might be a bit of liver out and very deliberately begins nailing it next to Byakuya's door]

[you know what

no

snatching your hammer]

Cut it out.

[shoves that bit of liver at his chest]

What?!

[WHATEVER I CAN HANDLE LIVER]

Something freaked you out or pissed you off. If you want me to quit asking about it you can get it over with and tell me about it.

I don't want to talk about it.

[SULKING. SO MUCH SULKING.]

Too bad. I'm going to keep asking. You can kill me, but I'll either come back or you'll lose the only person that knows "Kotomine Shirou". So how about we go have a late dinner and you can nail up more guts later.

[UGH. Fuck you, seriously. He gives Byakuya an irate glare]

I'm still not talking about it.

[He will accept your food, though]

Then I'll just ask until we both die again.

[grabs Shirou's arm and gently tugs him inside

LOOK he has a low table and cushions and a set of drawers now!]

[DRAGGED...

And he's now making a note to take a cushion or two]

Sit down.

[goes to rummage in his drawers and comes back with a couple pieces of fruit, jerky, and a little container full of his leftovers from dinner that he intended to have for breakfast but which he is shoving at Shirou instead.]

Here, I can't cook like you but someone else made the cooked stuff...

[He sits down on the floor and stares at the food, visibly confused]

Ah...

Just eat it, idiot. I'm feeling charitable right now.

...fine.

[He pushes a bit of jerky into his mouth and gives Byakuya a Look]

I'm still not telling you anything.

Yeah sure. I bet I can guess anyway.

Then guess.

[shredding the rest of the jerky into little bits and arranging the pieces on the table - a row of jerky beneath a row of fruit, neatly spaced]

After you eat.

[Dude are you serious?

Then fine. He starts from one end of the line of jerky bits and shoves them into his mouth, one by one, grumpily.]

[I'm not wasting that food on your tantrum!

munching a bit of fruit in the meantime.]

[Apart from occasional, wary glares, he's focused on stuffing his face. And when he empties the container finally, he slams it down on the table and eyes byakuya again. B( Hurry up, bitch]

[consider the wait vengeance for the chair, Shirou.

but when you're done, Byakuya sets the remains of the fruit aside and sighs.]

The only thing I can think of that would tick you off that much has to do with Emiya Kiritsugu. Right?

[He says nothing at first, but his whole body tenses, and he balls his hands into tight fists. Yep, that's it, and it's not difficult to tell at all.]

If you want, I could tell you he's lying. Kirei was already close to us, so of course I'd see it when he brought you home.