Okay, I Pull Up (Shiro/Sol)

Sol’s place was one of the many yurts within the fourth division, mostly because his real house was on earth. The man was currently recovering from his bout with the dragon, having sustained heavy injuries. Bed rest wasn’t recommended, it was mandatory with his level of injuries. He had to pay visits to the healing division multiple times, a slow rejuvenation of his missing and damaged flesh.

Right now he was lying on his bed shirtless, watching some program on the TV. His entire torso was covered in blood-soaked bandages which seemed to be constantly sensitive. His long hair spread across the bed as a small scowl seemed etched on his features. When the knock came movement would be heard, as he sighed slowly getting to his feet to open the door. Once he opened the door, Shiro would see the injured mess Solhammond was.

Admittedly, even from his horrible state it was clear to see that the martial artist was certainly ‘strong.’ Defined muscles, a strong spiritual presence, and the injuries only added to his rough appearance. As he leaned against the wooden door, a hand rested on his injured stomach rising and falling slowly.

“What’s up?” He’d comment slowly, his eyes closing for a moment as if pushing aside the pain to speak. When his eyes opened again they seemed firmer, more professional.

“Damn man, I didn’t realize.”

Sol was being sarcastic and that was clear, he was very much aware he looked like shit.

The next line of questioning caused his brow to furrow for a moment, as a moment of clarity smacked him. Damn he would need to go get these redone, which was a bitch considering how much he had. But that would be some time from now, he was currently still healing up from that awful encounter. Frankly he was lucky to be alive right now.

“No they don’t, I’mma have to get them redone.” He’d sigh before shaking his head. “Physical? I’m doing fine for the most part. I mean the shit hurts but nothing, some rest and ibuprofen can’t fix.” He wasn’t going to be caught dead complaining about getting injured, didn’t wanna look like a little bitch.

“Anything else?”

“What?”

Sol was a bit confused at first as he blinked, it took him a full second to figure out what the hell this rando was talking about. Before it clicked much to his dismay. He was talking about the two women captain he had brief encounters with. Alright, well, this was wild. Enough that it could a laugh out of Sol which immediately caused his to nearly double over in pain, grunting as a hand came to rest against his wounds.

“You got it all wrong man, I was just training with the Kido captain. She’s… wild. Like took my arm off then reattached it after the match wild.” He’d pause for a moment, eyeing Shiro. Before he slowly kept talking. “But she had this.. Man she had this outfit. This tight pencil skirt with this purple see through blouse. It was, it was some good stuff.” He’d laugh a bit more restrained before dismissing the Gamu stuff for the most part.

“Gamu was, jut weird. She wanted to play games in her office, and for me to entertain her. Basically dude, some guys were scared to deliver some reports to her office so I did. And like, she was fine I guess. I was a bit drunk so we ended up arm wreslting, and she put me through a table.” He’d shrug. “It was hot. What do you want from me?”

“Listen man, whatever you heard was probably exaggerated. A lot of people talk about me because I had kids with Chidori and she’s my ex. I’m not nearly as sauve or whatever people think.”

“Woah, hold on. I did get Liana’s number, let’s not throw any disrespect on my name, ight?” Sol would immediately counter lifting a hand up to dismiss that notion, before finding himself feeling a bit silly he said that. But like, he had to maintain some reputation! He couldn’t let this rando thing that he was some type of idiot or something. After all, he did plan on meeting with her again eventually..

“Chidori can do whatever the hell she wants, don’t mention her.” He’d grunt showing some level of displeasure at that being mentioned, clearly a sore spot still. But he’d eye the man up and down, before asking his name. “What’s your name again?” He’d comment, not quite sure if he had got it in the first place.

“I’m just taking things slow, and trust me I would rather not get burned up. But comes with the territory of doing patrols on earth. I just didn’t know they’d send me to fight an actual dragon.” He’d admit before looking behind Shiro then drawing his gaze back to him. “I’m just vibing right now, doing my own thing. No reason to rush into something. I would rather become the best version of me, right now.”

“Shiro. Alright.”

Sol would remark with a nod as he got the man’s name, seemingly testing it out by saying it. This guy was weird but seemed well-meaning if not a bit forward. He couldn’t fault him in that capacity, Sol was similar to his own detriment. As he stepped out of the doorway he closed the door behind him, stepping off to the side slowly resting a hand on his midsection.

“Hopefully I’ll be able to pay it back in the future. Women's problems are the least of my concerns. I’m going to walk, or try to. You’re welcome to come.” He’d suggest seemingly clear he would not be stopped despite his injuries. It would be slow going but he could definitely pull it off, and he didn’t want to spend all his time just healing.

“So what division are you again? Are you with seventh or somewhere else? I’ve been thinking of changing divisions, just musing.” He’d comment as his gaze looked around the multiple yurts with some displeasure. While it was a cute gimmick, he really did want to be in some real barrack. Or better yet, his own place. With some money.

God he wanted his truck back too.