˴ ✽ CLOSED STARTER [ . . . ] written for @immorta1is / the garrison , close to midnight ft. sera yoon .
something stirs within every time her eyes land on this particular sight — sera, a few steps away from her, looking too quiet to avoid the need to bother her. river walks the distance between the two and a smirk grazes her features before her voice resounds in a teasing whisper. “ fancy meeting you here, yoon. ” it’s beyond her, the desire to annoy her, to get on her nerves and under her skin. she can’t help it, not when the action makes a thrill run down her spine, when her lips get dry and her tongue darts out to wet them, waiting for the reaction she knows she’ll get from sera.
... # EP1.01 CLOSED STARTER setting: int. bearhold community hospital / night. with @immorta1is. tw slight body horror ( dislocated bone )
tapping his fingers against the cold metal, kaito surveyed the room. he was surprised he wasn't sweating and pacing, but that was probably because he never actually saw the inside of a morgue when he was dead. the thing that drug him back from the afterlife was kinder than that. saved whatever poor soul was preparing his body from the horror show of him rising right then and there, so he didn't get all flustered and nervous like he was sure he would do if he was shoved into any kind of box.
instead, he just sat, with his feet swinging back and forth, on one of the cold metal gurneys. he was badly finger-tapping out the beat to i gotta feeling by the black-eyed peas, badly, because, it was hard to do with one hand. the other arm hung uselessly by his side. he was sure it wasn't broken, just knocked out of the socket, but it was hard to tell. it hurt, yes. whatever brought him back made sure to wake those nerves right up, but the parts of his brain that reacted the pain didn't come back too well.
survival instinct. what use was it to him? it already failed. so when he was messing around at the garrison earlier that night, things got a bit rowdy, and he knew exactly who it was that could help. sera had been great. she'd known all about the rainbow of fluids left in his blood from his funeral, and seemed to always be working when he needed her, even if she did give him lip often about abusing her expertise. and he did feel a bit bad, he should bring her flowers one day.
kaito was attempting to use his phone to google local florists when the door opened. “ah, what's up, doc?” he said cheerily, going to give her a friendly wave. the clatter of his phone on the ground made his face twist a little. right, one hand.
