noonish. if you're really not busy, i can come sooner and hang out. someone down the block is having a tupperware party, so. i'm pretty happy to have an excuse to miss it.
( everything in this place is pretty close together, or at least well within walkable distance, so arisu manages to make it to the medical clinic within the next fifteen minutes, coffee in hand and cookies in a little baggy, their bento boxes for lunch in a tote over his shoulder. at the front desk, he greets the checkin lady with a proffered cookie, making small talk, before saying, )
I'm here for Dr. Arisu, actually. I'm his husband.
( and with the okay, heading deeper into the clinic to find the doctor in question. )
[Chishiya has, perhaps, been waiting and listening for Arisu to arrive. The clinic hasn’t gotten any patients today. It doesn’t get patients most days, probably because people tend to disappear if they show signs of illness. Not only is that messed up just on principle, it leaves Chishiya with nothing much to do except fold origami animals out of medical pamphlets and sheets from his prescription pads. Well, that and chat with the five other employees of this clinic but that isn’t very exciting, either.
When he hears Arisu's voice he pops his head out of his office door and waves at him.]
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I'll pick it up from the store on the way home.
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( did he just land 2 separate dates in five minutes tops )
lets stay in tonight, then.
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All right.
[It's not like he was planning on going out anyway, but still.]
I'm sure the community will thank you for keeping a maniac off the street.
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( word of mouth obviously blew it way out of proportion. the housespouses just love to gossip. )
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only you would say that. pessimist!!
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The game is literally called Monopoly.
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When are you going to be here with my food?
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someone down the block is having a tupperware party, so. i'm pretty happy to have an excuse to miss it.
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...Tupperware parties really happen?
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yes, and they're the worst. i can only pretend to be excited about containers for so long.
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Good. Tell them your husband needed you.
[That way his absence won't seem weird, right.]
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oh, they'll love that. we'll be the talk of the tupperware party.
( gossips, all of them. arisu doesn't really mind. it kind of makes him smile, actually.
randomly, )
you like cream in your coffee, right?
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donuts or cookies?
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Cookies.
» action.
ok ( ˘ ³˘)♥
( everything in this place is pretty close together, or at least well within walkable distance, so arisu manages to make it to the medical clinic within the next fifteen minutes, coffee in hand and cookies in a little baggy, their bento boxes for lunch in a tote over his shoulder. at the front desk, he greets the checkin lady with a proffered cookie, making small talk, before saying, )
I'm here for Dr. Arisu, actually. I'm his husband.
( and with the okay, heading deeper into the clinic to find the doctor in question. )
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When he hears Arisu's voice he pops his head out of his office door and waves at him.]
In here.
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with a smile on his face, arisu animatedly holds up the coffee. )
I brought coffee!
( well, duh. he already knew that. ducking his head, arisu heads into chishiya's office, offering up the bag of cookies. )
There are cream packs in there, and sugar. ( a second long pause. ) Also cookies. Obviously. I got a couple kinds.
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