doku | VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

[Ah, sleeping beauty finally comes to us.]

Morning. [Beat. He looks at his phone's clock.] Afternoon.

[Sweet, sweet freedom, that he is using to his advantage by...still laying there. Yep.]

You feel up to lunch?

[Just chillin' in bed naked together.]

[Relictantly and with some confusion, yes. So much for not sleeping all day, but a way more important question here is why didn't he start driving while she was knocked out? Kind of seems like a waste of time but, hey, maybe he needed the off time.

Also why isn't he wearing clothes. Or at least underwear. She tries to recall last night but her memory cuts off around the moment she got in bed the first time, not the second.]

Did we ...

[She really can't seem to hep looking down but that's, uh, kinda rude ..... That and her own leg is in the way and it'd be even worse to move it for the sole purpose of looking at his cock.]

... Lunch sounds good. [It has been one day and she's already managed to make things awkward, that's got to be a new record.]

No. [You'll have to get used to it, Noriko, this is how he sleeps. He's not even remotely bothered by the question, either through aggravation or embarrassment.] We were too dogged tired to even eat dinner.

[Which is probably a contributing factor to why he's so ravenously hungry right now. Hope you're ready for a big lunch. He crawls out of her grip to get up and put his pants on before rifling through the fridge to grab what he needs to make stuff. Chicken...a few veggies...herbs./small>]

[What she needs is to get laid, she'll be fine after that. This is just some weird form of transference - it's far from the first time that she's done it when things get scary and start changing left and right.] Well at least I didn't forget anything important.

[She says it to herself, watches him go and hugs one of her pillows to her chest.]

Why didn't you go ahead and start driving?

[The sooner they get there the quicker she'll be able to cure her own stupidity.]

I wouldn't have left you with a forgettable experience. I hope.

[Hopefully Noriko will let Krieg know when things get that desperate. For all the confidence, he doesn't actually know if he's good at it at all, but he'd rather lay with her then some shmuck off the streets that probably doesn't deserve her intimate company.]

It's illegal to haul with someone in the tow.

[The more you know.]

[His answer is a flush that can be somewhat difficult to spot, given her skin ton, but it makes her cheeks and ears hot, and she half buries her face in the pillow. Doesn't he know she deserves the most random idiots to fuck around with? It's easier that way. You don't accidentally wreck valuable friendships, and she doesn't have to pretend to cope with any of her emotions!]

Really? That's stupid.

[... It actually makes a lot of sense, considering all the awful things that could happen, but she had no idea.]

Called your sister yet? [Or maybe she's cool with them rolling up out of nowhere! It's entirely possible.]

[Her reaction goes missed, as he's more preoccupied with making sure he doesn't cut off his fingers.]

A little. I get it, but it'd be convenient.

[It's true that there's less complication risks with strangers, but there's higher general risks too--given how high-profile she is. Being on the road is just going to make those risks more likely.]

I texted her yesterday, while you were driving. She says we're welcome to stay, but in her driveway--she doesn't have a guest bedroom.

Oh, wow. [Look at you Krieg, on the ball and everything! She sort of crawls out of bed in order to drag herself to her clothes and pull her jeans back on, and she pulls on a relaxed t-shirt.]

That's good, though! And here I was thinking it might be way more complicated.

[She undoes her hair from its braid.] Want me to help with anything?

[Yeah. What a concept, huh? He likes it. Being on top of things, knowing what's going on, organizing things competently. It's a better feeling than being on drugs.

...God, she's cute.]

Wanna mince this garlic?

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[There are probably a lot of things that are a lot better than being on drugs, to be fair. But if he likes being on top of things she'll keep trying to learn from him. She should ... Probably sort of have her life a little more together, too.]

I can do that.

[Small tasks aren't so bad! But she's very obviously scared of using a knife, she's uneven and very slow, too, but she's trying.]

So, what's the leading lady in your life like?

[With a little practice, he'll whip her into being a great sous chef.

But the question catches him off guard, enough to bring his attention away from his task and look at her over his shoulder.]

...what makes you bring that up?

[She pauses mid-cut to glance up at him.]

Well, we're going to see her, right? I mean, I'm not expecting to become her best friend or anything but she's important to you ...

[So she kind of has to make a decent impression, at least!]

You don't have to talk about her if you don't want to. [For once in her life she wasn't trying to pry outside of the usual! But maybe it's difficult to talk about his family considering all that occurred.]

[Oh. Oh, his sister, that's what she meant. That's a relief.]

I'd hardly call her a leading lady.

[He turns back to his work.]

I honestly don't know much about her...by the time she was capable of holding a conversation, I was already out on the streets. So there's a pretty big age gap that explains most of our distance. We connected when I searched for her name on Facelook when I was in rehab.

[Who else would she have meant, Krieg ... ? ................ Dude better not have a girlfriend while he's sleeping naked in a bed with her because wow she will punch him right in his frustrating cute face.]

Man. [She can't imagine not being there for Nathan, she couldn't imagine not seeing his first steps or knowing that her name was the first word he spoke. But then her family situation was it's own beast, and that probably wasn't the most normal thing for siblings to experience together.]

I hope you guys get a chance to talk. I'd be dead if I didn't have my brother. [She just would be, it's a very flat, immediately delivered sort of statement. She pauses her cutting and points to her little hill of garlic:] Is that okay?

[It's probably still a bit thick, but.]

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[He doesn't. He's never had one. He just doesn't want to admit he still has his v-card.]

Yeah. [It'll cook down anyway. He points his knife at the hot frying pan.] Drop it all in there.

[He sighs.] I dunno. Family was never a big part of my life once I decided to ditch it. The only family that matters is the one I choose for myself. I thought....I thought that's what the band was gonna end up being, but--so much for that, huh.

Mm. [She can't exactly disagree since she'd felt the same about her band, but they didn't have much trouble moving on once she was out of the picture.] That makes sense, but also consider the fact that now you've got me.

[The garlic goes in!]

I know I'm a handful and I make stupid ass decisions sometimes but I care about you, Krieg, so the only way you'll get rid of me is if you throw me off of s very high cliff.

[Probably not even then, but she won't be creepy.]

[Since she's standing beside him now in front of the pan, he puts an arm around her shoulders and places a kiss into her hairline. Her sentiment is shared.]

You'll never make as stupid decisions as I did...not while I'm around. And I'm not going to throw you off of any cliffs.

[He hands her a wooden spoon.]

Just push it around. Make sure it doesn't get burnt.

[There's already some onions in there, soon to become golden brown in the oil. It's on a low heat, so there's not too much risk for her.]

[That ... Is an incredibly affectionate gesture, big enough that she only catches about half of what he says.]

Well! You haven't had to deal with me kicking you in my sleep yet, so maybe hold your judgement until then!

[There's always a risk when allowing her to work with any kind of a stove, but the true safety measure here is that Krieg isn't too far off, and she's too distracted to do anything more than what she's told anyway.]

I probably wouldn't notice.

[When the onions are nice and gold, he tosses in the chopped chicken over her arm so she can keep moving it all around. Afterword, he starts cutting up a selection of colorful vegetables.]

[He gets a vaguely uncertain look - no one has ever trusted her so immediately with actual food, okay. - but alright, man, if she blows this thing up you don't get to complain later!

Granted a lot of her internal concern is baseless because she can move stuff around and occasionally poke at a little bit of chicken just to see how it firms up as it cooks.] Where'd you learn to do this kind of thing?

[Or maybe he was just always a good cook?]

[She's gotta start somewhere, just like he did. Accidents happen while learning, and he's more than prepared for her to make them.]

Food stamps don't cover hiring people to do it for you.

[look, man. you asked.]

[While that is a slightly nerve wracking (self) guilt imposing response he's just being honest with her, and that's what she wants above all else.]

That's true. [What does she even say after that.] But in that case, that makes you an even better teacher than I had assumed! Real life experience is best.

[And she's - she's proud of him, of course. But it feels so cliche, tinned to say to a man that's both older and incredibly more experienced than herself.]

Besides, there's going to be nights you need a break, you've got to know you can trust me to cook for you! [So it's definitely not the same level of need or desperation, but she can't really do anything about that.]

The internet helped. A lot.

[Hey, now, he's not that much older.]

Only when you feel like you're up to the task.

[Honestly, he was planning on...you know, plenty of restaurants and stuff along the way. Because even when she's confident enough to volunteer, there's inevitably going to be days where neither of them have the motivation and/or the time to cook.]

Doesn't it always?

[He's at least a bit older than her! Though she's never been entirely sure of how much, specifically, but he's definitely more mature than she could hope to be for now.]

Don't say that, I'll never do it then! I'd live off of the dollar menu and just fix it with a treadmill and sit ups.

[It's easy to eat healthy when you live in a fancy suite and everyone sort of has to take care of you. But when there's no money - or when someone in particular won't give you the money needed to eat - you eat crap to help yourself survive. That's just how it has to be at times.]

Oye. Just because you can get it off your thighs doesn't mean you can get it out of here easily. [He gives her belly a little prod. He means her insides in general, not just her stomach, but who can resist giving that little tum a poke.]

But I promise, you'll come around. You'll see how fun this can be.

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Oh no krieg that's so cute........

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