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Hunkering Down and Fortifying Up
Jan. 31st, 2019 02:38 pm"--so then we circled back up that curly avenue where all those department stores are, and there wasn't much left but I grabbed what I could for coats and makeshift blankets we could make out of whatever else.It's not food, I know. But...Katsuya?"
A reverberating THUNK jars Katsuya Suou out of his listless staring when the box Josh came in lugging is set onto the wooden counter. The officer's hand trails across the scratched surface before lifting to inspect the supplies. Until this winter it had been immaculate and polished but everything has changed with this season. His concerned gaze shifts toward the young man catching his breath next to him. Thinking about things at a time like this only makes the officer berate himself further into a numb haze. Josh has to be as tired as the rest of them are and yet he's looking back at Katsuya with just as much worry.
"You gotta sleep, Bossman. Let that Pokemon Trainer take shift on the pipes for a few hours. Have Captain Whatshisface with the expeditions set up a watch on the shop. You're no use t'anyone if you collapse."
Katsuya wants to argue. His entire posture stiffens with the kneejerk response to insist he's fine. Everyone else is still working and that means he has to do just as much. But all he manages is a startled cough as his chest seizes in a very unnatural pain. It's difficult to breathe properly. How long has it been since he's had to rely so heavily on Helios or his magic? His hand falls back to the counter to steady himself until the coughing fit passes and breath comes a bit less hard won again. There's a cold sweat on his brow, face ashen from his exertion.
"Don't make me call Captain America over to put your ass to bed, Bossman. Please." Josh looks out across the glass from what was once an open-air kitchen and joined dining area to what has since become their supply packing area and daytime mingling area. Even this gets used for sleep when there's less expeditions due to a particularly nasty turn in the storm. People of all species, talents, and creeds mingle about fixing their gear. Muttering quietly between themselves about shadows in the cold or perhaps for distraction talking about recipes from their homes they'd love to try again.
When this is over.
If this ends.
Katsuya follows Josh's gaze and slowly draws himself upright. The Crossroads has become one of the last ports in this storm. Food runs scarce but they have a cozy shelter. Clean water. A place to organize and cling to their hope. He doesn't push Joshua's hand off of his arm as the other leads him upstairs quietly to a small nest of sleeping bags tucked away in the 3rd floor office where they can lock the doors and give their leaders a well earned rest now and again. The sleeping bags shift, trilling slightly before Tomoe sticks her little pink nose out of the pile to sniff before hurrying over to headbutt her foolish master in the back of the knee until he takes the hint to go and rest. Look, the kneazle has everything nice and warm for him already.
"Just...just a few hours. I mean it. We can't run those poor Pokemon ragged, either."
"Sure, Bossman. Whatever you say." The door clicks softly when Josh leaves. He's not going to wake Katsuya up unless there's an emergency. It's thanks to the officer's hard work that they have this safe place of relative comfort at all. Everyone needs to rest now and again.
A reverberating THUNK jars Katsuya Suou out of his listless staring when the box Josh came in lugging is set onto the wooden counter. The officer's hand trails across the scratched surface before lifting to inspect the supplies. Until this winter it had been immaculate and polished but everything has changed with this season. His concerned gaze shifts toward the young man catching his breath next to him. Thinking about things at a time like this only makes the officer berate himself further into a numb haze. Josh has to be as tired as the rest of them are and yet he's looking back at Katsuya with just as much worry.
"You gotta sleep, Bossman. Let that Pokemon Trainer take shift on the pipes for a few hours. Have Captain Whatshisface with the expeditions set up a watch on the shop. You're no use t'anyone if you collapse."
Katsuya wants to argue. His entire posture stiffens with the kneejerk response to insist he's fine. Everyone else is still working and that means he has to do just as much. But all he manages is a startled cough as his chest seizes in a very unnatural pain. It's difficult to breathe properly. How long has it been since he's had to rely so heavily on Helios or his magic? His hand falls back to the counter to steady himself until the coughing fit passes and breath comes a bit less hard won again. There's a cold sweat on his brow, face ashen from his exertion.
"Don't make me call Captain America over to put your ass to bed, Bossman. Please." Josh looks out across the glass from what was once an open-air kitchen and joined dining area to what has since become their supply packing area and daytime mingling area. Even this gets used for sleep when there's less expeditions due to a particularly nasty turn in the storm. People of all species, talents, and creeds mingle about fixing their gear. Muttering quietly between themselves about shadows in the cold or perhaps for distraction talking about recipes from their homes they'd love to try again.
When this is over.
If this ends.
Katsuya follows Josh's gaze and slowly draws himself upright. The Crossroads has become one of the last ports in this storm. Food runs scarce but they have a cozy shelter. Clean water. A place to organize and cling to their hope. He doesn't push Joshua's hand off of his arm as the other leads him upstairs quietly to a small nest of sleeping bags tucked away in the 3rd floor office where they can lock the doors and give their leaders a well earned rest now and again. The sleeping bags shift, trilling slightly before Tomoe sticks her little pink nose out of the pile to sniff before hurrying over to headbutt her foolish master in the back of the knee until he takes the hint to go and rest. Look, the kneazle has everything nice and warm for him already.
"Just...just a few hours. I mean it. We can't run those poor Pokemon ragged, either."
"Sure, Bossman. Whatever you say." The door clicks softly when Josh leaves. He's not going to wake Katsuya up unless there's an emergency. It's thanks to the officer's hard work that they have this safe place of relative comfort at all. Everyone needs to rest now and again.