day 9 ― shijima & bigby
This is still a dumb idea, you know. Going from waking up to a fire to half the damn room being a block of ice isn't any better.
[ Bigby is only agreeing to this because of the fact that the apartment had won by majority vote to rig the door with liquid nitrogen. he has seen too much of it the moment he disposed a body with the use of the stuff, but here they are, cramming it into a small ass room and dangling it precariously over a door. Shijima seems to have put enough thought into this to be considerably foolproof, so he doesn't need to be concerned with Alfendi tripping up and damaging his nose further by freezing it.
he hasn't done much yet, letting his fellow non-human roommate get the necessary items ready and tell him when he's needed. as always, his muscles are the only thing of use to her, and even he has little excitement in straining his wounds for this. Bigby's done worse, so he won't complain too much. ]
Tell me when you need a hand. I'll... just sit here, I guess.
[ with a cigarette in his mouth, chewing on the end of it thoughtfully before lighting it. one of his last few. he hasn't bothered asking Shijima if she's been able to demand anymore from the commissary yet. ]
[ Bigby is only agreeing to this because of the fact that the apartment had won by majority vote to rig the door with liquid nitrogen. he has seen too much of it the moment he disposed a body with the use of the stuff, but here they are, cramming it into a small ass room and dangling it precariously over a door. Shijima seems to have put enough thought into this to be considerably foolproof, so he doesn't need to be concerned with Alfendi tripping up and damaging his nose further by freezing it.
he hasn't done much yet, letting his fellow non-human roommate get the necessary items ready and tell him when he's needed. as always, his muscles are the only thing of use to her, and even he has little excitement in straining his wounds for this. Bigby's done worse, so he won't complain too much. ]
Tell me when you need a hand. I'll... just sit here, I guess.
[ with a cigarette in his mouth, chewing on the end of it thoughtfully before lighting it. one of his last few. he hasn't bothered asking Shijima if she's been able to demand anymore from the commissary yet. ]
no subject
[ she doesn't comment on the intelligence - oh wait yes she does. shijima looks up from where she's crouched in the kitchen by one of the drawers. ]
I don't know if it's "dumb"...at least we're trying to do something. I'm getting very tired of children running around willy nilly in the night and playing at murder with little to no retribution.
no subject
[ the household doctor would just hate to see her work undone, he imagines. but Bigby isn't particularly reluctant to assist where he can, so he motions Shijima to move to provide space for him to get to work. like the brute that he is, he holds the door to the shelf with one arm while a leg is brought down on the hinge, hoping to separate it from the drawer itself rather smoothly. it takes an additional kick or two, but it cracks and bends to his will.
he gifts his cat friend with the shelf, allowing her to do whatever she needed to do with it. ]
I'm just saying. Dealt with the stuff enough to realize it would really hurt to fall on one of us on accident. Your intention's in the right place, at least?
[ look, they both suck at being emotional to any extent. but he's purposely trying to spend some time with his roommates before curfew hits and they're all forced to sleep. the future is a big question mark, after all, and who knows what the hell is going to happen.
:) ]
no subject
anyway
shijima just rolls her eyes. ]
I will obviously teach the lot of us how to disable and re-enable the trap. Don't think my work is that shoddy...I went to school for this sort of thing, you know.
[ ninja school. a thing that actually exists in her canon. she has to drag a chair over to the door, but that should give her the height needed to start her little diy project. ]