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12th Bite is a FAIL of epic proportions
Morning, Slytherin Dormitory
[That Sunday Rin wakes up with a snotty nose and a skull-splitting headache and groans. He supposes after what happened last night he should have expected it, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. He'd been thrashing around all night, but only managed to fall into a light slumber in the wee morning hours dreaming weird dreams of frozen cucumbers, and being convicted at court with his pants down. If he was feverish, that explained those at least.
He dreads the Great Hall. He left Ravenclaw tower in a hurry and has no idea how things progressed from there. Maybe Gareki managed to convince everyone they saw a ghost, but somehow, Rin doubts it. He should just say he's sick and not go to breakfast, he's not hungry anyway. But that would be admitting he's sick, which would cause Sousuke go into full blown mother hen mode, which Rin can't stand. And he's worried about Gareki. He feels sorry for leaving his boyfriend to weather the storm, and he needs to know he's okay and just how much trouble Rin's idiocy has gotten them into. He should man up and brave the giant. Although he's pretty sure by now all of the castle knows.
Rin groans again.]
Breakfast, Great Hall
[Saying bravely he'll face the giant and bravely doing it are however two different things. Rin sits at the Slytherin table, convinced his head is about to explode. The food in front of him keeps turning his stomach, the glare of the morning light from the ceiling is too bright and the chatter is louder and livelier than ever before. Even worse is, that he can hear every single word from the neighbouring Ravenclaw table, every single ONE. They're loud and unrestrained and when Rin had stumbled into the Great Hall several minutes ago, ready to just sit down and not move, not a few of those nosy people looked at him for a brief moment, before continuing to talk louder.
He can feel the stares boring into him, as he sits with his back to them.
He had wanted to find and talk to Gareki, once he'd be safe on his legs again, and wasn't likely to collapse in the middle of the Hall, but now he's not so sure that being anywhere close to the Ravenclaw table is a good idea. It's bad enough it neighbours to Slytherin's already.
Rin groans for the upteenth time that hour, bangs his head against the table and keeps it there. The wood is at least cooler than his hand. Small favors, really.]
Bonus: Infirmary
[He ends up being dragged into the infirmary by the pains he calls his friends and teammates, when he almost collapses from fever that morning. This is also where he spends the complete week, because Madame Pomfrey is relentless. The first few days are spent between half-awake and restless sleep, the rest he's lying in the bed, snotty, grumbling, week and frustrated, waiting for his body temperature to get back to normal. He'll bark and complain a lot during this time, basically, if you brave a visit, expect behavior of a giant baby.]
((ooc: He's referring to this incident from last night, which is NSFW (but so, so hilarious), so read at your own caution, I am jst putting it here to make sense.))
((EDITED! Because Sousuke, Adela and Kise are major pains and Rin almost fainted from fever.))
[That Sunday Rin wakes up with a snotty nose and a skull-splitting headache and groans. He supposes after what happened last night he should have expected it, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. He'd been thrashing around all night, but only managed to fall into a light slumber in the wee morning hours dreaming weird dreams of frozen cucumbers, and being convicted at court with his pants down. If he was feverish, that explained those at least.
He dreads the Great Hall. He left Ravenclaw tower in a hurry and has no idea how things progressed from there. Maybe Gareki managed to convince everyone they saw a ghost, but somehow, Rin doubts it. He should just say he's sick and not go to breakfast, he's not hungry anyway. But that would be admitting he's sick, which would cause Sousuke go into full blown mother hen mode, which Rin can't stand. And he's worried about Gareki. He feels sorry for leaving his boyfriend to weather the storm, and he needs to know he's okay and just how much trouble Rin's idiocy has gotten them into. He should man up and brave the giant. Although he's pretty sure by now all of the castle knows.
Rin groans again.]
Breakfast, Great Hall
[Saying bravely he'll face the giant and bravely doing it are however two different things. Rin sits at the Slytherin table, convinced his head is about to explode. The food in front of him keeps turning his stomach, the glare of the morning light from the ceiling is too bright and the chatter is louder and livelier than ever before. Even worse is, that he can hear every single word from the neighbouring Ravenclaw table, every single ONE. They're loud and unrestrained and when Rin had stumbled into the Great Hall several minutes ago, ready to just sit down and not move, not a few of those nosy people looked at him for a brief moment, before continuing to talk louder.
He can feel the stares boring into him, as he sits with his back to them.
He had wanted to find and talk to Gareki, once he'd be safe on his legs again, and wasn't likely to collapse in the middle of the Hall, but now he's not so sure that being anywhere close to the Ravenclaw table is a good idea. It's bad enough it neighbours to Slytherin's already.
Rin groans for the upteenth time that hour, bangs his head against the table and keeps it there. The wood is at least cooler than his hand. Small favors, really.]
Bonus: Infirmary
[He ends up being dragged into the infirmary by the pains he calls his friends and teammates, when he almost collapses from fever that morning. This is also where he spends the complete week, because Madame Pomfrey is relentless. The first few days are spent between half-awake and restless sleep, the rest he's lying in the bed, snotty, grumbling, week and frustrated, waiting for his body temperature to get back to normal. He'll bark and complain a lot during this time, basically, if you brave a visit, expect behavior of a giant baby.]
((ooc: He's referring to this incident from last night, which is NSFW (but so, so hilarious), so read at your own caution, I am jst putting it here to make sense.))
((EDITED! Because Sousuke, Adela and Kise are major pains and Rin almost fainted from fever.))
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[ Kise's grin is broad and positively wicked as he slides into the seat next to Rin, hand reaching for a pastry. ]
There's a rumor that someone flew out of Ravenclaw tower last night.
[ He sounds deep in thought, turning to Rin as he leaned casually against the table. His chocolate eyes are practically sparkling with unshed laughter. ]
Naaah... I wonder who that could be. They'd have to have some pretty big balls to pull a stunt like that.
[ Kise hums softly then licks his fingers free of the powdered sugar. ]
Say. Your boyfriend's in Ravenclaw, isn't he?
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Whoops
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Great Hall
You know, for someone who scored last night, you look like you've made the biggest mistake in your life. Was it that bad?
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Great Hall
Guess your recovering from last, night hm? Though if you had wanted to get your rocks off in the bedroom department why didn't you just go to the Room of Requirement?
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ONE LAST THING BEFORE BED I SWEAR | Infirmary
Gareki fully expected it to be filled with apologies or something else dumb to diffuse his anger. An anger that was directed just as much at Rin as the world at large. It was easily obvious that it wasn't Rin, especially when he read only a line into the message where the guy announced himself as Kise Ryota. He babbled a little, apologized for misleading him, and told him at the end that Rin was in the infirmary with a fever.
At first Gareki let his wizphone sick closed and snorted. It served Rin right to get sick for the shitty stunt he pulled last night. Sneaking in, getting them caught. Now they were the talk of the school and he was hiding in a bar reputable for dark dealings. Not that it wasn't as if it were a second home to him, his life in London not exactly the most legal sometimes. But he was angry and he felt he had every right to be.
It started to sink in, though, that he shouldn't be so hard on his boyfriend. Both of them suffered, even though it was Rin's fault in the first place.
With a sigh, he finally let his book snap closed, all thoughts of returning to it gone. He polished the last of his butterbeer and slung his coat back around his shoulders. Within the next half hour he was sneaking into the infirmary. As he approached the bed, he noticed that Rin was fast asleep, his cheeks flush from his fever. The bed sank slightly as he sat on the edge, his fingers lightly brushing strands of hair from his face. ]
Shitty redhead. You're more of a pain in the ass than Yogi.
[ If it had been just a cold - only moron's catch colds - he would have left Rin alone completely. At least until he was better. This he swallowed some of his anger for because a fever was more serious. ]
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Infirmary!
Exasperated but smiling, Adela sits at the edge of Rin's bed and looks him over before finally saying something. ]
And you told me off for getting sick? You look terrible.
[ Of course she only means to tease him a little, but she will do him the mercy and leave a certain topic out of the conversation if she can help it. ]
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