[ There's a huff of laughter, quiet but amused, and he does indeed hold the cigarette out for Shinji to take. ]
Yes, for babysitting my ass. I am glad that you and Mr. Waters intervened when you did.
[ and then he yoinks it back when shinji reaches for it ayyyy okay no He'll give a nod towards it, to encourage him to take it. If he'd meant to take it back, he'd not have offered it in the first place. ]
[ Well. If he's gonna offer, he's not in any state to be saying 'no'. With another look, Shinjiro shifts awkwardly on his feet before taking the cigarette in question. ]
It was a meeting. [ Deadpan. ] Plus, I'm not interested in watching a pair of old guys maim each other.
[ Especially after...well, everything.
With that, he shuffles in the kitchen door to mimic Childermass and light his cigarette on the stove, only returning once the embers are burning. It's a shame to step out into the cold after it's warmer in there, but he's not going to be personally stinking up the kitchen.
He lifts it up to his lips, but only after a pause. ]
[ He'll wait for Shinji to return, just idly smoking away on his own cigarette and staring off into empty space. If he's thinking of anything, in particular, it doesn't show, meaning there's an equal chance he's doing his best to think of nothing whatsoever. ]
Am I...?
[ Right, the bite. He stirs from staring off at nothing at the question, taking his own cigarette down from his lips. ]
The bite he gave me on my shoulder is the worst of it. It should be fine so long as I don't rip it open again.
[ Shinjiro will take a place leaning against the wall, choosing to stare ahead as he finally takes a long drag. It's been a while, especially since he hadn't smoked as much since rejoining the club, and it probably hits better than it should. ]
Good. [ A slow nod. ] You're supposed to be taking it easy, so don't overdo it, got it?
[ ...Then again, he probably doesn't need to scold grown men like he does the brats in the dorm. Not that any of the brats in the dorm ever tried to eat somebody... ]
We got enough on our plates as is without everybody getting hurt.
[ Far too much for anyone to handle alone, and even with this many, without any idea of what to do, it's all still confusion and fear. He falls silent for a time, smoking away, wondering, and ignoring the inevitable twinge of pain in his shoulder, though eventually he does agree about taking it easy. ]
I'll see if I can manage taking it easy.
[ Or at least... try. He'll agree to try, there we go. ]
But I become restless when I have nothing useful to do, so the best I can offer is an attempt.
[ Bet you thought Childermass was going to ask what TV is, but... ]
What? You mean those television sets? [ He's been reading about electronics! Ha! ] Doesn't the library have something like that? Or at least, something that plays those... tapes?
And here I thought you mighta been too old to study.
[ He doesn't often rib his elders, but when he does,
Though whatever small smirk that crawls across his lips dies relatively quickly after that. ]
Well, it does...not that I hang out there. [ His gaze shifts. ] But sittin' there by myself watching stuff just looks off.
[ Embarrassing. He means embarrassing. Because the dorm lounge is one thing, but if he gets caught watching cooking shows by himself again he's throwing in the towel. ]
[ Ugh. The next few moments are spent struggling for an answer, although his faces twitches only a little. He will opt to take another drag of that cigarette before deigning to open his mouth again. ]
I guess to a guy like you it wouldn't. [ HEADSHAKE. ] Just forget about it.
[ Why are young people so... like this. Even with entire eras between their times, Childermass thinks it has not changed terribly much. So, he lets out an amused huff along with the smoke from the next drag he takes off his cigarette. ]
Well, if you find something you want to watch, feel free to drag me along. It will all be new to me.
[ Some secret third thing, I pick some secret third thing! ]
As you will, Mr. Aragaki.
[ If he does, he does. If he doesn't, he doesn't. Childermass will (probably) be around if he ever needs to look slightly less weird watching something on his lonesome... Or it'll look even weirder, since it's 1800s man, who has no experience with TV shows, but, hey.
The offer will stand.
And they can probably go on smoking in peaceful silence after that. ]
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Date: 2025-11-16 08:53 am (UTC)Yes, for babysitting my ass. I am glad that you and Mr. Waters intervened when you did.
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Date: 2025-11-17 07:44 am (UTC)It was a meeting. [ Deadpan. ] Plus, I'm not interested in watching a pair of old guys maim each other.
[ Especially after...well, everything.
With that, he shuffles in the kitchen door to mimic Childermass and light his cigarette on the stove, only returning once the embers are burning. It's a shame to step out into the cold after it's warmer in there, but he's not going to be personally stinking up the kitchen.
He lifts it up to his lips, but only after a pause. ]
...You healing up alright?
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Date: 2025-11-17 08:30 pm (UTC)Am I...?
[ Right, the bite. He stirs from staring off at nothing at the question, taking his own cigarette down from his lips. ]
The bite he gave me on my shoulder is the worst of it. It should be fine so long as I don't rip it open again.
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Date: 2025-11-19 05:47 am (UTC)Good. [ A slow nod. ] You're supposed to be taking it easy, so don't overdo it, got it?
[ ...Then again, he probably doesn't need to scold grown men like he does the brats in the dorm. Not that any of the brats in the dorm ever tried to eat somebody... ]
We got enough on our plates as is without everybody getting hurt.
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Date: 2025-11-19 06:32 am (UTC)[ Far too much for anyone to handle alone, and even with this many, without any idea of what to do, it's all still confusion and fear. He falls silent for a time, smoking away, wondering, and ignoring the inevitable twinge of pain in his shoulder, though eventually he does agree about taking it easy. ]
I'll see if I can manage taking it easy.
[ Or at least... try. He'll agree to try, there we go. ]
But I become restless when I have nothing useful to do, so the best I can offer is an attempt.
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Date: 2025-11-20 02:02 am (UTC)It doesn't stop him from side-eyeing the older man at his answer, scoffing. ]
You sound just like that idiot.
[ If you blink, you can catch an ounce of fondness in there before it disappears. ]
The do something that doesn't need the arm that much. [ A shrug. ] Read a damn book. Play some cards.
[ That's what old western dudes like to do, right... ]
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Date: 2025-11-20 08:11 pm (UTC)Heh, read a damn book. [ Yeah, that's pretty funny to Childermass. ] I think I can do that. It is what I have been doing for the most part, anyhow.
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Date: 2025-11-21 07:12 am (UTC)As long as you're givin' it a shot. [ Smoke curls in the air as he exhales. ] Not like you're gonna run out anytime soon.
[ ...Still, though. He can get the stir-crazy sentiment. ]
I get it, though. Being here for so long, I'm starting to miss the TV.
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Date: 2025-11-21 10:27 pm (UTC)What? You mean those television sets? [ He's been reading about electronics! Ha! ] Doesn't the library have something like that? Or at least, something that plays those... tapes?
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Date: 2025-11-21 11:26 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't often rib his elders, but when he does,
Though whatever small smirk that crawls across his lips dies relatively quickly after that. ]
Well, it does...not that I hang out there. [ His gaze shifts. ] But sittin' there by myself watching stuff just looks off.
[ Embarrassing. He means embarrassing. Because the dorm lounge is one thing, but if he gets caught watching cooking shows by himself again he's throwing in the towel. ]
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Date: 2025-11-24 06:01 am (UTC)[ He does not get it, sorry. ]
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Date: 2025-11-24 03:59 pm (UTC)[ Ugh. The next few moments are spent struggling for an answer, although his faces twitches only a little. He will opt to take another drag of that cigarette before deigning to open his mouth again. ]
I guess to a guy like you it wouldn't. [ HEADSHAKE. ] Just forget about it.
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Date: 2025-11-25 02:41 am (UTC)Well, if you find something you want to watch, feel free to drag me along. It will all be new to me.
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Date: 2025-11-25 07:59 am (UTC)You wanna watch something with me? [ That earns a squint, bewilderment in the pinch of his brows. ] ...You're a real weirdo.
[ Positive? Derogatory? A secret third thing? ]
Maybe. If I think of something.
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Date: 2025-11-26 11:33 pm (UTC)As you will, Mr. Aragaki.
[ If he does, he does. If he doesn't, he doesn't. Childermass will (probably) be around if he ever needs to look slightly less weird watching something on his lonesome... Or it'll look even weirder, since it's 1800s man, who has no experience with TV shows, but, hey.
The offer will stand.
And they can probably go on smoking in peaceful silence after that. ]