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volkamenia2017-04-23 05:11 pm
zemi) wrote in volkamenia2017-04-23 05:11 pm
a strong wind at my back [semi/shirabu, single dad au]
[Okay. Today's important. Meeting the lawyer. Important first meetings.
Checklist.
- Teeth. Clean.
- Shower. Probably scrubbed too hard. Soap got in his eyes.
- Hair. Brushed. Brushed enough. He never got it to stick flat after high school, he blames the bleach.
- Ugh.
- Suit. Yeah, sure.
- Ohmygod he actually does not care.
- Tie. Fuck.
- Wait. What the fuck is the lawyer's name.
- FUCK.
- FUCK!!!!!
- Rui.
Semi pushes his mild panic attack off to the side to peek into the room where mentioned love of his life should be with his little brother (his other love of his life). They're both there, they're fine, and honestly just looking at Rui simmers all the nerves that were catching fire in Semi.
He's a grand mess right now, not that he'd ever admit that within earshot of Kunimi, but he's doing it for Rui. And if it's for Rui then it's worth every inch of stress and awkward conversation with a lawyer that doesn't actually care about his well-being. Because if one good thing came from this godforsaken marriage (he shouldn't call it that. he loved her, he truly did), it was Rui. He was going to talk to this lawyer and make it clear to them that he didn't care about anything else. She could have the apartment, the furniture, the money - whatever she wanted, as long as he could keep Rui.
His child. His little bundle of a bean that resembles and acts far too much like his uncle but smiles chubby and precious whenever he sees Semi.
Semi takes a deep breath. He smiles for Rui and then gets to gathering all the documents that have ended up scattered with all his nights of pacing.]
I gotta scoot. Are you sure you'll be okay with him today, Akira?
Checklist.
- Teeth. Clean.
- Shower. Probably scrubbed too hard. Soap got in his eyes.
- Hair. Brushed. Brushed enough. He never got it to stick flat after high school, he blames the bleach.
- Ugh.
- Suit. Yeah, sure.
- Ohmygod he actually does not care.
- Tie. Fuck.
- Wait. What the fuck is the lawyer's name.
- FUCK.
- FUCK!!!!!
- Rui.
Semi pushes his mild panic attack off to the side to peek into the room where mentioned love of his life should be with his little brother (his other love of his life). They're both there, they're fine, and honestly just looking at Rui simmers all the nerves that were catching fire in Semi.
He's a grand mess right now, not that he'd ever admit that within earshot of Kunimi, but he's doing it for Rui. And if it's for Rui then it's worth every inch of stress and awkward conversation with a lawyer that doesn't actually care about his well-being. Because if one good thing came from this godforsaken marriage (he shouldn't call it that. he loved her, he truly did), it was Rui. He was going to talk to this lawyer and make it clear to them that he didn't care about anything else. She could have the apartment, the furniture, the money - whatever she wanted, as long as he could keep Rui.
His child. His little bundle of a bean that resembles and acts far too much like his uncle but smiles chubby and precious whenever he sees Semi.
Semi takes a deep breath. He smiles for Rui and then gets to gathering all the documents that have ended up scattered with all his nights of pacing.]
I gotta scoot. Are you sure you'll be okay with him today, Akira?
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But he's also not surprised when a little into the potential second half of the meeting, Rui starts getting fussy. It's a slow process; first he abandons what he's drawing and only makes stray marks on the page. Then he leans with almost all his weight against Semi's legs. And finally he starts nuzzling, rubbing his face into Semi's pants and tugging more. It's a quiet fuss but a fuss nonetheless.
Semi gives Shirabu a similar wry smile, though this one is a bit more apologetic than earlier.] Er, sorry. Again. Can we take a little break? I think if I take him outside for a bit he'll be fine.
[He takes a look at the watch on his wrist.] We're about done anyway, yeah?