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[ Somehow, the blood on his slacks is still moderately damp. When Andy pinches him, Nishitani realizes this and groans. Partly damp, partly flaking, blood caked into their hair, no matter where it is... Nishitani likes filth and being filthy every once and a while, and sure, the blood was fun, at first, but now... He looks at Andy, the state her hair is in, the bruises all over her. They're both old, aren't they? And here they are, slumming like they're kids. ] Dramatic? How about this: let's find a different place to move into, me and you.

[ There's a little pause, like he's caught her a bit off guard. For a second or two, she just eyes him, her face still half hidden. But after a moment, something inside her seems to relent, and she rolls stiffly onto her back with am exhale of effort, draping one arm over her forehead as she answers dryly: ]

Surprised we managed to make this fucking shithole work as long as we did. [ A sidelong glance his way. ] It wasn't meant for two, you know.

[ That's as much agreement as Andy can give out loud. Her way of saying it's what she wants without having to say it's what she wants. ]

It wasn't made for one. [ There's a fridge that doesn't work, no sink, a futon, and the entire bathroom is a disaster of malfunctioning plumbing. The place was made for people like them, and Nishitani thinks he could have stayed here for as long as Andy would have him. It's only with extreme stress that their age has finally caught up with them. ]

[ Nishitani tries to run a hand through his hair, only to wind up yanking on a dried blood clot. ]

Fuck, we need a bath.

[ Can't argue there — not on either point. This place is a literal hovel. And she absolutely needs a fucking bath. It's going to take a small miracle to get all that blood out of her wild hair. She'll have to peel herself out of her clothes. Fuck's sake. Andy groans, reluctant to even move, let alone go through all the trouble. ]

I'd have to soak for a century to be clean now. [ Finally, she forces herself to sit up. Her seven-thousand-year-old joints protest as she slowly starts getting out of bed. Is this the same woman that fought her way through Kaigo no Bou with only a sword and gun? ] Not even sure the fucking drain can handle all the shit that's going to wash off.

Ame? [ Nishitani asks, watches Andy valiantly begin to get upright, not yet at prepared to do so himself. He offers the bathhouse, which means they'll have to go outside and actually walk somewhere, but in return they'll have stable hot water and an actual bath to soak in after. Here is just a broken shower and shitty sink. ]

[ She glances over her shoulder at him. Funny, how all that's happened derailed her so far off from her routine that she's half-forgotten it. She missed that shit. Call it cliche, but it really is the little things. ]

Bit fucking ambitious, thinking we'll make it out the door when we haven't even made it out of bed. [ Her voice is dry as ever, but judging by the way she's finally pushing the blankets back to ease herself off the futon, she's amenable to the idea. ] Can't even remember the last time I was this fucking sore.

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[ Nishitani doesn't care about routine, what he cares about is creature comforts, and right now, with Andy, that creature comfort is the routine. He looks up at her, adoringly, even if his lips tilt into a smirk. ] I guess that means I'll just have to fuck harder from now on.

[ Only he would ever look at her like that when she's such an awful mess, unwashed and doubly tousled from sixteen hours of sleep. It's hard to even tell there's a halfway decent-looking woman underneath all that caked blood and tangled hair. ]

Big talk for a man who can't even sit the fuck up.

[ She gives him a pointed little look, but underneath the usual wryness is a fondness she reserves for him and him alone. ]

You wound me. [ Nishitani groans, taking a deep breath and not liking that his back popped. Fuck. When Nishitani finally pulls himself up, his fucking shirt sticks to the futon, pulls against his neck and shoulders before peeling away. Disgusting. this shirt used to be white, it's certainly not anymore. ]

[ Dryly: ]

Please. Like you don't fucking love it when I'm mean.

[ The state of Andy's clothes aren't much better. Maybe she didn't outright stick to the futon, but it's a fucking nuisance to separate her skin from all that dried blood and fabric. Maybe the ancient warriors were onto something when they fought practically in the nude. She regrets that modern society has advanced so far away from that, especially as she fights to get her pants off. ]

Shit, let me help. [ Nishitani sees her start to struggle with her pants, and finally gets himself to his feet, finding it hard to even get upright. ] Fuck. [ A hand on the wall, supporting his weight. Nishitani loves pain, but this really aint it chief. ]

[ She might laugh if she had the energy for it — honestly, there's some kind of irony to the fact that two of the best Enma and Shuten have to offer can hardly stand on their own feet right now. It takes leaning her back up against the wall for a little leverage to finally kick those blood-caked pants off. Fuck. Now her jacket. And the shirt underneath. Maybe she'll just lay down and die instead.

It's a mutter as she tries to work an arm out of its sleeve when she speaks: ]

Did we really used to fuck twice a day before this? Feels like I might throw my goddamn back out right now.

We fucked more than that, shit. [ Nishitani doesn't care about this shirt. It's going in the garbage. Instead of trying to undo the buttons, he just starts ripping the fabric away from his skin, and then apart. ] When'd we get so fucking old?

[ He's got the right idea. It takes her an inordinate amount of fucking time to finally get herself free of her jacket. Nearly dislocates her shoulder trying to manage it. ]

I've always been old. [ She quips back dryly, whatever the fuck that even means. Probably says something about how tired she's been, that she even skirts that close to the truth without really meaning to. ] I was already old when you fucking met me. And I'm not getting any younger either.

Damn. [ She may claim to have always been old, but she fucked like a wild thing that first night, and virtually every night after. If that's Andy old, he really missed out on some exciting times. ]

[ Looking down at himself, he realizes his socks are still on. Nishitani doesn't cry, but he may just admit defeat and walk to the sento with those still on. ] How're my pants still fucking wet with blood?

[ She was definitely something else those first couple centuries. But, to be fair, she had been a queen in those days. There had been harems and things like that. Now she’s just Andy, and she’s content to start and end her day with him. ]

Shit never dries if there’s enough of it. [ She’s managed to get herself down to her underwear. That feels like some kind of accomplishment. ] We’re going to need new clothes after this. [ A bit wryly, then: ] The new place should probably have a bigger closet.

I sure hope so, I'm tired of hanging my fucking suits in the shower. [ Okay, slacks next. He'd gotten them both yukata's, something easy to throw on before and after bathing. Thank shit he's a fucking genius because otherwise he thinks he might die. ]

Not like the shower’s good for much fucking else.

[ Maybe if she just manages to gather all that stupidly long hair into a bun or something, she won’t look completely like a fucking blood-covered banshee on the walk over to the sento. She’s trying. But her hair is hard to tame on a good day, let alone when it’s matted with blood and tangled from sleep. ]

What about the cat?

[ Despite her deadpan voice when she asks that, Andy loves their horrible cat. ]

What about the cat? [ Despite his posturing, Nishitani likes the cat too. He sighs and rubs his temple, still leaning on the fucking wall as he builds up the courage to try and take off his slacks. ]

It’s not like we can just bring him.

[ That menace of a creature belongs to himself and himself only. Capturing him is absolutely out of the question. ]

Maybe if we bribe the little fucker with fish. [ A half-beat then, as she eyes him leaning against the wall. Wryly, at length: ] You want a hand? At this rate, I’ll be halfway to the sento by the time you’re undressed.

[ Nishitani grins at Andy lewdly. ] You just want me naked, baby. Go right ahead, get what you want. [ Normally he would be hard talking about this. Normally. Right now, he's only got a halfie. With Andy offering to take off his pants, that should just show how fucked up the two of them are right now. ]

[ That suggestion earns a sidelong look. Not that she's ever opposed to fucking — not where he's concerned anyway — but there's a wry skepticism that look, as if she's half-amused by the effort when they've been too exhausted to fuck even once since getting home. Even with her standing there in her underwear, she doesn't seem especially convinced. ]

Yeah? [ Dryly, as she finishes putting her hair up: ] You sure your imagination isn't getting ahead of your dick, old man?

[ Still, she comes over to make herself useful, her hands deft with the familiar motions as she undoes the front of his pants. All he has to do is keep his balance while she helps him undress. ]

Never. [ He's sure he could eat her out and work up to a full hardon. Right now, though, that's not the point. ]

[ Nishitani keeps a hand on the wall for help with that balance situation, thanks. She's def at undressing him, though, and once he's down to his own underwear and socks, he finally stumbles over to where he'd tossed their yukatas last time they managed to get out to the sento. Feels like years, when it's only been a couple weeks, at most. ]

Here. [ Offers hers out to her, while getting his righted. ]

[ She reaches out for her yukata to take it from him and pull it on, tucking the fabric around herself in a way that’s habitual and automatic.

With a twinge of wryness: ]

Been so long, I sort of miss those two wrinkly old fucks at the sento.

[ It hasn’t been that long. Especially by the measure of an immortal’s lifetime. But it’s been long enough for her to miss the routine, and the pair of yokai running the place probably noticed their absence. ]

I bet they just soaked the entire fuckin time and bitched about the weather. [ Nishitani likes those two old fucks, too. He doesn't let people and their rules interfere with his wants often, but the bathhouse is warm, quiet, and close. They say no fucking in the sento and they're the only two people he's ever listened to on that matter. Finally, he pulls on his yukata and shambles over to the entry. ]

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