His Drumming Heartbeat

Morning Afters

A slight headache greets Kirishima along with the bright sun hitting his eyes from the big window in the living room, letting him know he might as well get up and take care of that problem. Sluggishly shielding his eyes from the brightening UV rays the sun's producing, he attempts to get up from the relatively comfy couch, the one he relaxed on last night after arriving at the girls' home in one of the more excellent neighborhoods in Los Angeles, California.

Before being able to comprehend everything surrounding him in his little atmosphere, memories of what happened beforehand decide to flood his mind, almost like a tidal wave, after recalling every last detail during the morning after what happened took place. He remembers having to explain to the cops about every single detail about what he saw, and the part where he had to hold the raven-haired woman back, who remained sure of killing that bastard right then and there. He takes a deep breath, knowing the platinum-blonde woman is somewhere safe, and professionals are keeping a close eye on her and her health as she recovers.

The second Kirishima gets up from the couch, he extends his arms above his head and lets out a yawn, acknowledging he didn't get much sleep last night, and comprehending he slept in the same garments he wore last night at that nightclub. Whether the scarcity of sleep was because the couch isn't a comfy place to snooze on, or he has despaired concerning the short blonde-haired woman. Either way, all he cares about is understanding she's still alive, and preferably doesn't think about what would have happened if no one caught on to what that guy did.

"Oh, you're finally awake," a familiar voice called out to Kirishima.

He looks in front of him, standing roughly fifteen feet away from him, and cooking behind a stove, is where the raven-haired woman resides. Her in a pair of blue and green plaid pajama shorts, baring all the tattoos on her thighs, a grey tank top with a somewhat low cut unveiling the ink on her arms and chest, and her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, presenting even more ink.

Kirishima almost didn't acknowledge the fragrance of ingredients she's using, such as a preferred quantity of green peppers, onions, possibly potatoes if Kirishima's not mistaken, eggs, and some meat seasoned evenly well. By the smell of it, the aroma was relatively mouth-watering, and before he perceived it, his stomach growled a bit from the smell alone.

"You hungry, Red," the raven-haired woman joked.

Kirishima can't vocalize because he knows the raven-haired woman is right about that. With the added silence, solidifying the answer to the woman's question, she giggles to herself before proceeding on. "I'll be done cooking soon, may you grab the plates from the cupboard and set them out for the others, please? I can make ours, no big deal really, and I made coffee if you yearn for some, too."

Kirishima nods his head and walks over into the kitchen area to grab the plates from the cupboards, and proceeds to set them down on the dark oak, circular dining table, along with the silverware. Understood, given the circumstances, one of the girls has an interview today on the radio concerning some important news dying to be shared with the world so that she won't be back until later on during the day, and one of the others are in the hospital because of some scumbag. However, amongst the arranging of dishes and utensils, there is one burning question in the back of Kirishima's mind: where are the other two?

"If you're wondering about the other two," the raven-haired woman pronounces, reducing the heat on the stovetop, turning it off, and placing a lid over the pan where the finished food resides. There were two helpings of the poached food, one for her and one for Kirishima.

"They both decided on picking up Shorty from the hospital as given the "OK" to come back by the doctors."

"And you're holding down the fort," Kirishima questioned her.