arcanarumlogs | [EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

Hibari scowled and lowered the bow slowly, eyes sweeping from left to right to make sure that the other hadn't simply used some kind of illusion to disappear - no, it seemed more like that ability that he had witnessed a while ago, when they had had that discussion up on the roof. How useful.

The makeshift shield landed at his feet, and Hibari spares the room another sweeping glare before bending and beginning to pluck the arrows out of the slapdash shield. Once those were back in their rightful place (the quiver), he stalked forward to pick up the single bloodied arrow; first blood goes to him, huh?

Oh well. Time to clean this up then see about getting rid of this stupid outfit. And if Hayato is still in the room, by any chance, well. Hibari really does hate you right now.

As a matter of fact, Gokudera was definitely still there. He had luckily managed to awaken the ability but now he was too upset to just walk away. While Hibari had been collecting his arrows, he had entered back into the room determined to get some sort of payback for what had happened. He didn’t mean to make a huge ruckus out of it, and he certainly didn’t expect an apology coming from the Cloud Guardian. Still, he shot him in the ribs. That was not something anyone in their right mind could let go.

Maybe he had pushed it a bit too far earlier, but, hey, he always gave back what he got. Who could honestly brush off a punch to the balls? And, now, he was injured. That was great. So great. Resting his hand over the injury, he anticipated the usual ache from applying pressure to a fresh wound, but, although it did cause a wince, he couldn’t feel the blood that came with it.

It must be another bizarre side effect of being intangible. “Hey,” he finally deemed to call out, “I’m just gonna skip the godddamn fact that you just shot an arrow right into my fuckin’ ribs, so why don’t you do me a favor and help me find a first aid kit?” Narrowing his eyes, he allowed a moment for Hibari to process he was very well alive and in the room before he continued, “It’s the least you can do for the guy who technically saved your life. I swear to god, you suck at showing appreciation for what others have gone out of their way to do for you.”

At the first sound out of Hayato's mouth, Hibari whipped his head around towards the source of the sound and glared darkly - he'd been trying to get the damned dress off, without much success. There wasn't a zip, see. And trying to rip it off hadn't been very successful, either. For all the delicacy of the material, it just wouldn't... rip.

"If you had not commented on this atrocious outfit, Gokudera Hayato, I would not have shot you."

But as luck would have it, Gokudera had commented, and thus Hibari had reacted appropriately. Yes, shooting someone in the ribs was an appropriate reaction, according to him. Anyway. The request for the first-aid kit made him pause, before he scowled and shuffled over to one of the cupboards, cursing the idiotic outfit inwardly for the restriction of his movement.

A moment later, a box of medical supplies was flung at the location where Hibari estimated Hayato to be, the Cloud Guardian straightening afterwards and crossing his arms grumpily. "Be thankful I'm feeling generous, herbivore," he muttered darkly, before flouncing back towards his bed.

His temper mellowed slightly at the sight of Hibari trying to shred himself of the dress. It almost brought a smirk to his face. Almost. It seemed the ever so prominent pain in his side remained the winner in this round. “If you hadn’t punched me in the dick, Hibari Kyoya, I wouldn’t have commented on your atrocious outfit,” he retorted, catching the first aid kit thrown in his direction.

He had to give him cookie points for his deductive skills. And, now that he had the medical supplies in hand, he wasn’t feeling all that upset anymore. Maybe a tad bit annoyed, but he was a reasonable man. He knew he could have handled everything better.

Realizing it must have looked ridiculous for a box to be hovering in midair, Gokudera set it down on the nightstand before clasping it open. “Thanks for your generosity,” he muttered, taking out the disinfectant and bandage rolls. Okay. Now what? He couldn’t exactly see himself so he was going to have to do this blind. The day was just getting better and better, wasn’t it? “Hey, Hibari,” he said slowly, turning his gaze towards him, “Are you going to beat me up if I become tangible again?”

Pulling out a pair of scissors, he waved it in his direction, “I can help you out of that dress if you don’t. Or at least give you some suggestions. Whaddya say?” No, not bribing him at all. Because that would be stupid.

He rolled his eyes and sat down on the mattress, hating the way the dress billowed around him - stupid lace stupid Rulers stupid everything. "It was a reflex," he snarked, watching the kit hover around in mid-air before it dropped down onto the nightstand.

But then the offer of getting rid of the dress was... Hm. What a dilemma. Either restrain himself from beating up the other man and get help with getting rid of this blasted dress, or beat Hayato up and not get any closer to getting rid of the dress...

Surprisingly, he chose to restrain himself from beating up the Storm Guardian.

"... No."

You see how hard this is for him to quell his murderous instincts? See?! So hurry up and become tangible. No one knows how long his patience will last.

At least let the guy bandage himself first. He didn’t want to bleed all over the place while he took care of the other man’s dress. Not that he particularly cared about the cleanliness of the room. Setting the scissors down, he brought out the rest of the materials as he slowly willed himself to ease his tension away.

It didn’t take too long before he reverted back to a tangible state, and it seemed the blood beginning to seep forth from his wound agreed. Attempting to take off his shirt, an annoyed look came over his face as he realized it wouldn’t allow him the pleasure. He cursed under his breath surrendering to his only option of lifting it up enough to reveal the injury. “Got any water bottles in here?” He asked, applying some surgical gauze to stop the bleeding, “I’ll help you with your dress after I flush this shit out.”

He shifts around on the bed, rearranging the pettiskirts and the frills around him, before he turns his attention back to the other.

"No."

A quick answer, but then again, he had no reason to lie. Oh well, it looked like they had to do this the old fashioned way. Hibari makes his way out of his room towards the kitchen as quickly as possible (with the dress plotting against him every step of the way), returning with a basin of somewhat warm water and a few towels. Yes, he is doing this because you've promised to help him get rid of this dress. But he's not gonna touch you.

Nope, he's just going to leave this basin in front of you and march back to sit on his bed. Watching. Waiting. ~~Like a total creeper.~~

~~Jeepers Creepers~~

Giving out his thanks, Gokudera filled a syringe up with the water proceeding to flush out the wound a bit. “This is going to take about five, eight minutes before I can start disinfecting it,” he noted, pressing down on the injury again, “For now, stop sitting so comfortably on the bed and get your ass over here.”

He picked up the pair of scissors with his available hand, motioning for his companion. “I don’t need you staring at me like I’m about to spring a wing from my back.” It was pretty annoying if not entirely unnerving. “I’m gonna try to cut your dress from the back. It shouldn’t be able to hold out for too long.” After all, if it was anything like his stupid outfit, he suspected simply pulling it off won’t work.

~~You know you love it baby~~

He scowled and crossed his arms, replying scathingly, "I don't follow orders."

Then again, he was already moving towards the other man, hitching up the skirt around him for less restriction of movement. Soon enough, Hibari was standing in front of the bomber, still looking very irritated with the other's closeness, but not beating Hayato up. Yet. Then he proceeds to turn his back on the Storm Guardian. Yes, hurry up and cut the damn dress apart already. He'll even offer to cut your ridiculous outfit off if you can get his off.

~~yabby i do~~

"Right. My mistake," he responded with no small amount of sarcasm seeped into his tone. "What was I thinking? Of course you wouldn't follow my orders." Yet he noticed Hibari had done exactly that. But, considering the option of either remaining obstinant in a frilly dress or being abiding in a ridiculous manner, he was obviously going to choose the latter.

Dismissing his thoughts, Gokudera proceeded to start his little experimentation with the attire. It was pretty damn stubborn. Just like its owner. What. A. Surprise. Attempting to withhold a chuckle from escaping his lips, he carefully snipped his way from top to bottom (even if it required quite a bit of strength on his part). He suspected he was making quite the nifty progress on his venture, but, when he tried to use his hand to start pulling it down, it... wouldn't budge?

"What the fuck."

Silence from him - he was obviously trying very hard to just not flip his shit from the close proximity to the other. But that exclamation had him rolling his eyes (almost audibly - yup, that's how hard he rolled them) and half-turning to stare at the bomber. Only to see the cut dress refusing (oh the insolence of these Rulers-- he would slaughter them, bleed them dry tear them apart with his teeth) to, well, move. Even with the tugging from Gokudera.

"... I'll slaughter them." The deadliest hiss from him. Oh, he's flipping his shit, all right. Listen, he didn't even use his signature catchphrase! That's how angry he is.

Someone needed to be papped. Too bad papping was unbeknownst to him, so he couldn't do it. But all was well because Gokudera had everything under control anyway. Or at least he hoped so. "Slaughter 'em after we get this shitty dress off of you," he remarked impatiently, nudging his shoulder in an effort to turn him back around. "Maybe if I shred it a bit more, it'll come off more easily." Unless it decided to do something creepy and bizarre. "So, quick moving and stay still. I can't work in these conditions." And, when he said "conditions," he meant ones where he had to work with only one hand since the other was preoccupied with a fresh wound.

An actual growl rumbled through his throat, but he obeyed reluctantly, pressing his lips together in a thin line. Getting this dress off was his first priority. Second was to see that Gokudera did not bleed all over his nice clean floor.

Third was to kill off these blasted Rulers. How he hated his life right now.

Good boy.

Deciding to change his tactic, he returned to the top portion of the dress to cut through one of the sleeves all the way to the cuff. He repeated the same step on the other side before he attempted to yank it off of his companion again. "Do I have to cut it into pieces or what?" The aggravation in his tone was apparent as he once again failed. It was like the fabric wouldn't budge just from a few snips.

"Alright," he said with renewed determination, "if that's how it's gonna be, then that's what I'm going to do." Brace yourself, Hibari. He's getting stubborn on this one.

Twitch.

Clearly the bomber wasn't doing something right. No material should be able to remain in place after being butchered like that. But, if this was another demonstration of this so-called magic, then it was a waste of time to try and get tird of it, wasn't it?

Nevertheless, he was still very keen on getting at least a part of this horrid outfit off. So it wasn't much of a surprise when he stayed still for Gokudera to do (or try to do) exactly that.

His patience was wearing thin, though. If the bomber failed to get it off, then he'd just have to tolerate the dress for the remainder of this... curse.

Welp.

Apparently, he couldn’t get the outfit off after all. He had tried every single tactic that had popped into his mind and it seemed the dress wouldn’t budge no matter what he did. If he didn’t call it quits now, Gokudera was pretty sure it’d just waste away his entire day. At least he’d managed to make it less frilly though, so it wasn’t a complete time killer.

“It’s stuck.” What more could he say? Placing the scissor down on the counter, he gave a light shrug of his shoulder, “Don’t think there’s much else I can do. Besides, I need to fix up the rest of this mess.” He gestures at his wound before he began the disinfectant process. Prolonging it would be a bad idea and he wasn’t about to spend any more minutes moving all of the materials to his own room. Guess the Cloud Guardian will just have to deal with his presence for a bit longer until he finishes dressing his injury.

Oh man.

Yes, less frills was a lot better, but still, he'd have preferred to have the dress totally off. Oh well, he'd guessed he'd have to stick with this outfit in any case until the end, so this was a slight improvement.

Now, back to the bomber... Hibari turn back around to watch for a few moments, before rolling his eyes and holding out a hand impatiently.

"Give it here." He has a debt to Gokudera to repay (for at least managing to get rid of some of the dress, if not all), so he might as well bandage the other man up. Even if it was originally him that had caused the wound.

What an unexpected turn of events. He was surprised by the offer if not a tad bit wary as well.

Of course, from what he had deduced of Hibari's personality over the years, he should have expected as much. He had witnessed his "paybacks" before after all. Handing the necessary items to him, Gokudera muttered his thanks relenting to his care for the rest of the dressing.

It was actually better this way since it'd have taken him a lengthier time if he had to do it by himself, and he suspected his companion didn't exactly want him in his room for much longer than it'd really require of him.

His hands are quick and efficient, used to treating wounds (his own, no doubt - letting another person touch him, even to treat wounds, was not something that he could stand); the touch is cool and impersonal, but not rough, even as he finishes disinfecting the wound and picks up the gauze to start bandaging.

When that's done, he packs everything away neatly into the kit, before straightening and fixing Gokudera with his customary glare.

"Now get out of my room." Should've expected that.

He had definitely expected that, and he was more than happy to oblige. It was one thing to stay in someone's room to finish up tending a wound, but it was an entirely different story to remain there after all was taken care of (especially if that "someone" happened to be responsible for said wound in the first place).

"Don't have to tell me again," he remarked lightly, already making his way out. But, as he'd stepped into the corridor, Gokudera turned around long enough to grant him a vaguely grateful smile before closing the door behind him.

~~The End~~

[EVENT] Log for Prince and Princess Teams

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kukuku. flouncing now, huh? how adorkable~

Yep. Flouncing. Terrible, isn't it.

It's not terrible, it's hilarious. >u>

It's terrifying. That's what.

It'd be terrifying for you if you tripped. lol. But I'd get a GOOD LAUGH from it.

... Water -> Your head. (They've already gotten to the undressing-in-front-of-each-other stage. Heh)

-Completely soaked.- [ I think they're on the right road to many great possibilities. Kukuku~ ]

/grins. (... In bed. ;])

-Shakes out his hair, sending water flying in his direction.- [ Preferably nakkid. ~ >u> ]

/Hibari uses UMBRELLA! (Been taken care of already. ;])

PFFFFFF. Cheater. [ obby that's hot <u< ]

All's fair in love and war!~ (Come to bed, dear.)

Really now. You're going to use that line on me. REALLY. <x< /sliiips into bed with

Yes. It worked, didn't it? ;]

Oh, shoosh you. =w=

You can't boss me around, dear. -u-

No, of course not. It'd just be plain silly of me to ever toy with that sort of thought.