I didn't mean to stay away from the house so long, but once I got moving I found I couldn't really stop. I ran off the alcohol, ran off my arousal, ran off my nerves. I ran until I felt the clean purpose of running in my lungs, and only then I turned my path back toward home.
When I crack the apartment door open again, I'm not sure what I'll find. Of all the things I might have expected, Gotou-chan neatening up my mess is certainly not high on the list.
I've got a shopping bag from the conbini, with energy drinks, anpan, normal bottled water, painkillers, and melon pops because they looked tasty and I got extra points on my card if I added 500¥ more to my purchase. I nearly drop it in rushing over to Gotou-chan's side, grasping his shoulders lightly and sitting him down carefully on the couch. The bag smacks against my shin, and I start digging through it, thoroughly flustered.
"Gotou-chan, what are you thinking? Sit, here, you need food." I glance to the counter near my cabinets and microwave - it's cleaner than it was when I left, which means Gotou-chan hasn't even made himself an instant ramen.
"You haven't eaten enough today, and you'll make yourself sick exerting yourself on so much alcohol." I press an anpan into his hands, digging out a drink that advertised itself as "Very Full" of electrolytes and twisting the cap off for him. "Here, here."
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[Probably forty-five minutes to an hour after leaving]
Date: 2012-10-09 11:01 pm (UTC)When I crack the apartment door open again, I'm not sure what I'll find. Of all the things I might have expected, Gotou-chan neatening up my mess is certainly not high on the list.
I've got a shopping bag from the conbini, with energy drinks, anpan, normal bottled water, painkillers, and melon pops because they looked tasty and I got extra points on my card if I added 500¥ more to my purchase. I nearly drop it in rushing over to Gotou-chan's side, grasping his shoulders lightly and sitting him down carefully on the couch. The bag smacks against my shin, and I start digging through it, thoroughly flustered.
"Gotou-chan, what are you thinking? Sit, here, you need food." I glance to the counter near my cabinets and microwave - it's cleaner than it was when I left, which means Gotou-chan hasn't even made himself an instant ramen.
"You haven't eaten enough today, and you'll make yourself sick exerting yourself on so much alcohol." I press an anpan into his hands, digging out a drink that advertised itself as "Very Full" of electrolytes and twisting the cap off for him. "Here, here."