((I’m going to a friend’s house for tonight. See you on Monday !))

levantinechickpeas:

motherlandofnkorea:

“The stickers weren’t necessary. I am not a child, Zaki.” The teenager stuck his tongue at him, a little annoyed by this detail even if the gesture in itself was quite appreciable. And it wasn’t that embarrassing as long as no one was able to see the bandages. “Thank you. Usually I just wait until the marks disappear by themselves.”

“While I’m fond of music, I can’t always listen to it while I’m- having one of my bad moments.” He wasn’t sure of how he was supposed to call those. “And what do you mean by ‘my kind of problem’, hm ? I’m just stressed, that’s all. It’s an annoyance more than a problem.” The mention of the rubber band created a frown on his face. It could be interesting to try it even if he wasn’t sure of the efficiency of that method yet. “Fine, let’s just do something different then.”

“What are you talking about? You need them to keep the cream from smearing…” His confusion was honest. In his country, it was incredibly common to have odd child-oriented materials implemented for everyday use by adults, be it Disney sheets for beds or plush models of various ancient Japanese anime scattered around rooms, or cartoon-printed bandages. In his mind, there was not a thing wrong with any of it. “Well, hopefully those creams’ll make ‘em disappear more quickly. That’s what they’re for, after all!”

“Well, when I say your kind of problem I mean giving yourself pain to deal with stress. It is a problem, isn’t it? I’d like to think that anything that gives you pain would be a problem, even if it is doing it to yourself. You shouldn’t be so stressed out; it impedes on your ability to think clearly.” His suggestion for a change was accepted. Brightening back up again, Zaki leaned back and tapped his lips in thought, frowning lightly. “That’s great! Only problem is I don’t know hat we could do. Well, if you’d like we could just eat or have some ice-cream like I’d said, and watch some television. I could even see if there’s any Korean films or something on, though when it comes to Korea it’s usually just music videos that they show… Or a regular film. How you feel about Bollywood?”

“While I understand how it works, I’m not used to being decorated with… Cute things.” The word wasn’t exactly reflecting what he was thinking about but he supposed that ‘cute’ was as accurate as it could be. “It makes me feel younger.” Which, for a sixteen years-old, was never a good thing apparently.

“It’s too usual for me to really care anymore. I’ve always used self-inflicted pain as a stress reliever. Even if I suppose it tends to bother people. Not that I really understand why though. And it’s easy to say I shouldn’t be worried, but I can’t help it. It’s always so messy in my head.” Whispered the teenager quietly, not daring to say anything else on the subject. “Ice-cream would be good. And don’t forget that I only watch real Korean movies.” By that, he meant he wasn’t going to accept to see something made by his brother’s people. Which was somehow ironic since he loved the music from the South.

“Bollywood ? Why not.”

slavery-gets-shit-done:

motherlandofnkorea:

slavery-gets-shit-done:

“So you want me to take care of him now?”, Gupta asked, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed before his chest. He knew that Anubis would be keeping an eye on the newcomer anyway, so he wasn’t all too worried when the boy disappeared out of sight.
“I am sure I can handle him. I regulary handle little Iraklis, too, remember.”

“No. That’s my role. And we need to talk, him and I. About… Things he knows but I don’t. Later though. Once we manage to accept each other at least a little. Right now, I just want to ask a normal conversation with a sane adult for a few hours.” The young male wasn’t impolite enough to force the kid to stay with Gupta. The older male already had enough work. At the same moment, in the kitchen, the child was playing with a knife, which was probably from his older self, throwing it in the air just like the other did all the time. “Boring.” 

“Sane adult? Are you sure you have come to theright house?” Well, thinking about it, out of all the people in their / HS’s circle of friends, Gupta could probably be considered the most sane in the end.

Meanwhile, his probably sane but apparently still more crazy guardian was padding into the kitchen, right past the boy and over to the fridge. Anubis didn’t even grant the other a look.

“Well, out of the adults I know, you’re quite okay.” He replied, amused, before just sitting on the ground. 

“Ah, Anubis.” He knew his name thanks to Hyung Soo. Even if his other version of himself didn’t really address the creature by his name all the time. Without moving from his spot, the boy eyes him curiously, refraining from throwing his weapon toward him. 

slavery-gets-shit-done:

motherlandofnkorea:

“I’m not the most patient person on Earth, something you are already aware of.” Muttered quietly the teenager before hearing the dreadful question. “There is no deadline. I have no idea of when he’s going back in his times. Which is my biggest problem right now.” Not interested by their conversation, the boy just put his book somewhere before beginning to explore the house, ending up sitting on the kitchen’s counter, fascinated by all the appliances of the room. Hyung Soo sighed. “Technically, he won’t destroy your house, don’t worry. I wasn’t that dangerous as a kid.”

“So you want me to take care of him now?”, Gupta asked, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed before his chest. He knew that Anubis would be keeping an eye on the newcomer anyway, so he wasn’t all too worried when the boy disappeared out of sight.
“I am sure I can handle him. I regulary handle little Iraklis, too, remember.”

“No. That’s my role. And we need to talk, him and I. About… Things he knows but I don’t. Later though. Once we manage to accept each other at least a little. Right now, I just want to ask a normal conversation with a sane adult for a few hours.” The young male wasn’t impolite enough to force the kid to stay with Gupta. The older male already had enough work. At the same moment, in the kitchen, the child was playing with a knife, which was probably from his older self, throwing it in the air just like the other did all the time. “Boring.” 

levantinechickpeas:

“I wouldn’t say your methods are unfair, considering how unfair everyone else’s methods are. You have every right to want to take revenge. I guess I have that right too, but I’m just not looking for a fight. I don’t have the passionate anger you have anymore.” Once Hyung Soo’s arm was thrust out, Zaki held it by the wrist and dabbed lightly at the cuts, smearing some Dead Sea cream onto them once he’d disinfected them before finally covering the small puncture wounds up with Doraemon-printed sticker bandages. Now that they couldn’t be seen anymore, he felt much better.

“It shouldn’t matter if you’ll just come back to life, though. You should find a different way to calm yourself down. I’d normally suggest music or swimming or somethin’, but you can’t take those kinds of things around with you to do them everywhere. Just… You ever tried anything else? I read someplace once that some people with your kind of problem keep rubber bands on their wrists and snap them against their skin whenever they want to hurt themselves, because it hurts but it doesn’t cause any real damage. I think you’re just stressed out. You want anything? You could lie down if you want, have some ice-cream or something if you’ve come all the way here… You should relax. Forget about politics, at least for now, okay? They’ll only stress you out.”

“The stickers weren’t necessary. I am not a child, Zaki.” The teenager stuck his tongue at him, a little annoyed by this detail even if the gesture in itself was quite appreciable. And it wasn’t that embarrassing as long as no one was able to see the bandages. “Thank you. Usually I just wait until the marks disappear by themselves.”

“While I’m fond of music, I can’t always listen to it while I’m- having one of my bad moments.” He wasn’t sure of how he was supposed to call those. “And what do you mean by ‘my kind of problem’, hm ? I’m just stressed, that’s all. It’s an annoyance more than a problem.” The mention of the rubber band created a frown on his face. It could be interesting to try it even if he wasn’t sure of the efficiency of that method yet. “Fine, let’s just do something different then.”

3p-teen-japan:

Yor- you to. What’s your name?

Hyung Soo. Not that it’s greater than yours in the first place.

(Source: motherlandofnkorea)

3p-teen-japan:

motherlandofnkorea:

3p-teen-japan:

motherlandofnkorea:

3p-teen-japan:

Ah…. Well in this world the answer is complicated so just say one of your allys’. Ok?

You don’t look like one of them. And I don’t trust people easily. However, as long as you don’t do something stupid, I’m going to accept this explanation.

Thank you. *careful not to use Japanese*

*That’s probably better.* What is your name though ?

Kiks.

Unusual. It sounds like a mix between a name I dislike and kids, hm. Nice to meet you anyway.

3p-teen-japan:

motherlandofnkorea:

3p-teen-japan:

Ah…. Well in this world the answer is complicated so just say one of your allys’. Ok?

You don’t look like one of them. And I don’t trust people easily. However, as long as you don’t do something stupid, I’m going to accept this explanation.

Thank you. *careful not to use Japanese*

*That’s probably better.* What is your name though ?

slavery-gets-shit-done:

motherlandofnkorea:

The boy put a strand of his long, and quite messy, hair behind his ear before accepting the hand, shaking it firmly. His fingers were covered with small bruises, probably caused by his teeth. “I don’t think the old boy needs your help. We shall resolve this matter by ourselves, as we always do. Right ?” He turned around to glance at his older self who just threw his cigarette away before entering in the house. “You’re probably right.” He paused. “I swear, Gupta, children are so hard to deal with.” 

“Because they require patience, I know.” Closing the door behind them, Gupta kept his eyes on the two for another moment before leading them further inside. “How long is this situation going to last?”

“I’m not the most patient person on Earth, something you are already aware of.” Muttered quietly the teenager before hearing the dreadful question. “There is no deadline. I have no idea of when he’s going back in his times. Which is my biggest problem right now.” Not interested by their conversation, the boy just put his book somewhere before beginning to explore the house, ending up sitting on the kitchen’s counter, fascinated by all the appliances of the room. Hyung Soo sighed. “Technically, he won’t destroy your house, don’t worry. I wasn’t that dangerous as a kid.”

3p-teen-japan:

Ah…. Well in this world the answer is complicated so just say one of your allys’. Ok?

You don’t look like one of them. And I don’t trust people easily. However, as long as you don’t do something stupid, I’m going to accept this explanation.

(Source: motherlandofnkorea)