Fuck the world, then? Is that it? Let it all burn?
[ there are tears rising past the anger, but rin is helpless against them, unable to do anything but let them follow the curve of his cheeks, clinging to his chin before falling to wet his t-shirt.
because he can't fault sousuke for being unable to make a promise that rin knows that he wouldn't be able to keep, either. ]
If that's what it comes down to, then yes. I told you Rin, I'm not leaving you behind. And if I do, but I won't, I wouldn't last a day on my own. I wouldn't be able to help anybody if I chose you over myself.
[sousuke frowns as he sees the tears track down his face. he reaches out to gently wipe them away with his thumb.]
[ rin pulls away, wiping his face on the sleeve of his t-shirt. because sousuke's anger is easy to combat with his own, but this -- this is too much.
he busies himself with retying the bandage instead. he wants to say it again, the insistence that sousuke's feelings can't take precedence over his own. but rin knows sousuke as well as he knows himself. stubbornness is a trait they share. ]
Then I guess it's just a matter of me steeling up. [ rin pats at the re-tied bandage before his hands fall away. his gaze to the window. outside, nothing has changed. ] So I don't get you and your giant sappy heart eaten.
[he looks at rin with an unreadable expression. he watches him move about with a shred of concern in his eyes. he doesn't mind being the one who changes the most in this place, so long as it means that rin didn't have to discard his humanity. rin doesn't need to change anyway. if he did then it would really mean that this world has changed and that the only thing to do is to move on and survive. in a way, sousuke still likes holding to the fact that there's still hope. they can still find away to move from this.
what rin says though, earns a tiny smile out of sousuke] Yeah, because that's the last thing me and my giant sappy heart needs.
sousuke crying alone in the locker room ... never over it
Don't smile, asshole. [ rin shoves a palm into sousuke's face, shoving it petulantly away. he doesn't feel any better, but -- there's nothing he can do, not at this point.
even if there's a part of him unworthy of acknowledgment that feels an iota of relief. ] I'm still pissed off at you.
[ rin is quiet for a longer time, pushing the emptied first aid kit out of the way until he can crawl across the bed, fitting himself against sousuke's back.
sousuke is grimy, dirty, covered in sweat, but rin sets his cheek to the knobs of his spine anyway. ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You need me. I got that part.
[ flippant words, but the fact that rin has moved closer rather than putting distance between them should be answer enough. ]
[this is probably the first time sousuke has ever felt this close to peace since all of this started? he inhales deeply and exhales slowly when he feels rin rests his head against his back.]
You'll never guess what I found when we were raiding that house.
[ rin's response is cranky but lacking the sharpness from a moment prior, muffled against sousuke's back.
it's all that they can do, maybe. it's what the world has reduced them to: the physical embodiment of their stubbornness, moving forward until they can't possibly continue. ]
[he reaches over into the side of his bag and grabs two bottles of pocari sweat and a handful of some of the better tasting protein bars. there also might be a few granola bars and a candy bar or two.]
I think the person was either going on a diet, and failed; or was an athlete that had way too many cheat days. I remember you saying that you were too picky when it came to protein bars, so, I hope this is an okay selection.
[ well. just the sight of a pocari bottle is enough to bring back a slew of colorful memories, rin unraveling from his hunched position behind sousuke to see what sousuke's brought. his shoulders slump, and - all at once - the tension sluices away from him. he pitches forward, resting his forehead against his palm, and --
then he's laughing softly, the sound of it pulled free from somewhere deep within. of all the things to find, he'd never thought that the sight of pocari sweat would make him feel like this. glad to be alive. glad to be here, with his best friend, who still knows him best.
he reaches down, just enough to thumb away a fleck of blood on sousuke's cheek. ]
God, I'm just -- remember that time that I asked you to get me a drink and you came back with that awful Beetle Golden Honey shit?
[sousuke's eyes widen a bit as the memory comes rushing back to him. it seems like it happened years ago. keeping track of the days and time here was pretty hard after a while. things sort of just.... meld together into one at the end...]
Heh, yeah. I do actually. I didn't know what to get you so when you came running by you told me to get the one that was in the top right corner. Turns out that was it. Guess you should probably re-think things when you say 'get me anything', huh?
[ well. sousuke certainly doesn't deserve the first sip after that. rin swallows a mouthful, holding it in his cheeks for a moment before swallowing. it's lukewarm and it has that musty taste that accompanies old drinks, but it's a shred of precious memory.
he hands the bottle over, his expression unreadable. ]
We could've given that crap to the zombies. One sip, insta-kill. [ finally, the return of a smile, though it's quieter than it should have been. ] No waste of ammunition, either.
[he at least expected something like that to happen. which was why he said it. it was his way of knowing that rin would at least drink something than telling him to have all of it. when he's done he takes it and takes a small sip of his own before he passes it right back to his friend.]
You sure that would be wise though? Doing something like that means we'd have to get in to range, you know.
We could fill up balloons with the stuff. Toss 'em out the window like grenades.
[ he's thinking about sousuke's tenth birthday, when they'd celebrated with a water balloon fight in the local park. gou had been the ultimate victor, unsurprisingly — as rin and sousuke had ended up trying to shove the water balloons down each other's shirts instead.
what would gou have done, if sousuke had said the same thing to her? gou and blue barrette in her hair, the level-headed way she dealt with problems. rin's smile falters, but he doesn't miss a step, grabbing the bottle from sousuke and taking a swig to distract himself. ]
Though - if we're going by our record from your tenth birthday - I have much better aim. You should leave it to me.
[ not actually true, due to the aforementioned distortion of the rules on both of their parts, but that's neither here nor there. ]
[this gets a rather loud snort out of sousuke.] We should find a slingshot and sling them at them with a high velocity. [then they could make a little game out of it! see how far it takes to pull said slingshot to get the zombies head to pop off.]
That was seven years ago, Rin. I'd like to think my aim has gotten better.
[ and wouldn't they make a picture, slinging beetle juice at zombies and arguing about who'd downed the most. it'll be like playing video games all over again.
rin laughs. ]
Hey, I dunno.
[ rin bumps at sousuke's shoulder, bracing the bottle of pocari so that none of it sloshes over.
it says something about how much they've been able to eat over the past weeks that rin can't swallow any more after finishing a scant quarter of the bottle. ]
Your brain didn't change much in that time, who knows if your aim did?
[he looks a little affronted by that statement. in fact, he's going to thwack rin on the shoulder because of it.] You callin' me stupid? Because those are fightin' words, Rin.
[ rin just laughs, rolling out of reach. the color has returned to his face, and he's relaxed somewhat. they'll revisit their early conversation again, someday, but rin is willing to shelve it for now. it's too much to handle all at once.
[sousuke can't help the smile that spreads across his face when he hears his friend laugh. it makes him feel a little better about the well being of his friend and the equally shitty situation that they're in.
he quickly reverts back to the frown he had, but you can definitely tell he's still happy since the corner of his lips are twitching in happiness.]
[ that's why he's glad it's sousuke. they've known each other for so long that shifting from one state to another doesn't require any awkward transition states; it's like flipping a switch. rin spreads his arms, challenging. ]
Yeah? Hit me with your worst.
[ his grin is wicked, the serrated edge of his teeth visible beyond his lips. ]
Maybe you'll get lucky and it'll register as more than a strong breeze today, who knows.
[he laughs a little and shakes his head.] When you're done with that Pocari. I wouldn't want to see any of that getting wasted when I knock it out of your hand.
[ rin, very deliberately, reaches over and settles the pocari onto the nearby end table, then shoves the table away with the flat of his foot. the can slides off-center, but doesn't topple. ]
Alright, that's taken care of. What's your next excuse?
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they can bury us in the same plot
[ there are tears rising past the anger, but rin is helpless against them, unable to do anything but let them follow the curve of his cheeks, clinging to his chin before falling to wet his t-shirt.
because he can't fault sousuke for being unable to make a promise that rin knows that he wouldn't be able to keep, either. ]
rip us. /single tear
[sousuke frowns as he sees the tears track down his face. he reaches out to gently wipe them away with his thumb.]
/ugly cries, rin-style
he busies himself with retying the bandage instead. he wants to say it again, the insistence that sousuke's feelings can't take precedence over his own. but rin knows sousuke as well as he knows himself. stubbornness is a trait they share. ]
Then I guess it's just a matter of me steeling up. [ rin pats at the re-tied bandage before his hands fall away. his gaze to the window. outside, nothing has changed. ] So I don't get you and your giant sappy heart eaten.
/ugly cries as well, but sousuke-style
what rin says though, earns a tiny smile out of sousuke] Yeah, because that's the last thing me and my giant sappy heart needs.
sousuke crying alone in the locker room ... never over it
even if there's a part of him unworthy of acknowledgment that feels an iota of relief. ] I'm still pissed off at you.
drowns in his tears
after a few minutes pass sousuke breaks out into a light chuckle.] I can live with that so long as this means you understand where I'm coming from.
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sousuke is grimy, dirty, covered in sweat, but rin sets his cheek to the knobs of his spine anyway. ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You need me. I got that part.
[ flippant words, but the fact that rin has moved closer rather than putting distance between them should be answer enough. ]
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You'll never guess what I found when we were raiding that house.
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[ rin's response is cranky but lacking the sharpness from a moment prior, muffled against sousuke's back.
it's all that they can do, maybe. it's what the world has reduced them to: the physical embodiment of their stubbornness, moving forward until they can't possibly continue. ]
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I think the person was either going on a diet, and failed; or was an athlete that had way too many cheat days. I remember you saying that you were too picky when it came to protein bars, so, I hope this is an okay selection.
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then he's laughing softly, the sound of it pulled free from somewhere deep within. of all the things to find, he'd never thought that the sight of pocari sweat would make him feel like this. glad to be alive. glad to be here, with his best friend, who still knows him best.
he reaches down, just enough to thumb away a fleck of blood on sousuke's cheek. ]
God, I'm just -- remember that time that I asked you to get me a drink and you came back with that awful Beetle Golden Honey shit?
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Heh, yeah. I do actually. I didn't know what to get you so when you came running by you told me to get the one that was in the top right corner. Turns out that was it. Guess you should probably re-think things when you say 'get me anything', huh?
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[ amazingly, the pocari still fizzes slightly when rin flicks it open -- he tilts the bottle in sousuke's direction, offering him the first sip. ]
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[innocent little smile.]
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he hands the bottle over, his expression unreadable. ]
We could've given that crap to the zombies. One sip, insta-kill. [ finally, the return of a smile, though it's quieter than it should have been. ] No waste of ammunition, either.
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You sure that would be wise though? Doing something like that means we'd have to get in to range, you know.
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[ he's thinking about sousuke's tenth birthday, when they'd celebrated with a water balloon fight in the local park. gou had been the ultimate victor, unsurprisingly — as rin and sousuke had ended up trying to shove the water balloons down each other's shirts instead.
what would gou have done, if sousuke had said the same thing to her? gou and blue barrette in her hair, the level-headed way she dealt with problems. rin's smile falters, but he doesn't miss a step, grabbing the bottle from sousuke and taking a swig to distract himself. ]
Though - if we're going by our record from your tenth birthday - I have much better aim. You should leave it to me.
[ not actually true, due to the aforementioned distortion of the rules on both of their parts, but that's neither here nor there. ]
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That was seven years ago, Rin. I'd like to think my aim has gotten better.
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rin laughs. ]
Hey, I dunno.
[ rin bumps at sousuke's shoulder, bracing the bottle of pocari so that none of it sloshes over.
it says something about how much they've been able to eat over the past weeks that rin can't swallow any more after finishing a scant quarter of the bottle. ]
Your brain didn't change much in that time, who knows if your aim did?
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[ rin just laughs, rolling out of reach. the color has returned to his face, and he's relaxed somewhat. they'll revisit their early conversation again, someday, but rin is willing to shelve it for now. it's too much to handle all at once.
his smirk is challenging.]
You going to do something about it?
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he quickly reverts back to the frown he had, but you can definitely tell he's still happy since the corner of his lips are twitching in happiness.]
I might have to give you a knuckle sandwich.
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Yeah? Hit me with your worst.
[ his grin is wicked, the serrated edge of his teeth visible beyond his lips. ]
Maybe you'll get lucky and it'll register as more than a strong breeze today, who knows.
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Alright, that's taken care of. What's your next excuse?
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