SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

[DarkMudkip]

He chuckled and pet her hair gently, "Be right back." He told her and stepped out of the room.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana barely remembered the rest of the night- Motochika helping her sit up to drink coffee, as well as hold back her hair when she eventually had to kneel before the porcelain throne.
She woke late in the morning, head throbbing lightly from the night before.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Hey," Motochika grinned, setting a fresh mug of coffee on the side table next to her, "how do you feel?"

 

[Jikkah]

Nana let out a low groan, taking the cup and holding it to warm her hands. “Like crap..”

 

[DarkMudkip]

He laughed softly, nodding knowingly, "Oh, yeah~ that first hangover is a real bitch~"

 

[Jikkah]

Nana grumbled softly as she sipped her coffee, finding a temporary comfort in the hot beverage. “Is this gonna last all day..?”

 

[DarkMudkip]

His grin broadened, "You drank a lot~ and ya can't eat human food so your body will take longer to process it~"

 

[Jikkah]

“I never want to do that again..” She mumbled into her coffee as she took small sips, not wanting to upset her stomach more than it was already.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He laughed joyously and moved to sit on the floor beside her, "I won't let you next time, promise~"

 

[Jikkah]

“Thanks, I owe you..” She joked tiredly, enjoying the time she had with him until he had to leave for work.
He was usually gone for several hours on end, Nana busying herself with cleaning and listening to the music Motochika had.

 

[DarkMudkip]

Eventually, Masamune finally called on him for that kakuhou transplant, and Motochika debated if he should even tell Nana about it. She would find out either way.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana was out on the balcony hanging out a basket full of laundry on the clothes line, the two of them had grown close over the last couple of weeks- would she understand?

 

[DarkMudkip]

He rubbed the back of his neck, watching her quietly before glancing at his phone again.
"Nana...?" He called, his heart starting to thump.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana’s hands froze with a t-shirt in hand, ready to pin it on the line. “What’s up?” She smiled at him through the open door.