man it'd be too much to ask for whatever landed my gamegirl here to send us some mochi, right?
anyway, i'll see you in a few.
[He goes radio silent, because not only is he taking the blankets out of his room, well... he's raiding some of the other empty rooms on the third level. If they're going to be sleeping on the floor, might as well be as comfortable as possible without going through all the effort of dragging mattresses around.
That said, he feels pretty stupid hauling around as many blankets as he can carry. Please let him get there before Ryuji so he can just have them set up, instead of struggling to carry them without dropping them.]
[Ryuji's got the cadence of a slug at the moment, considering the events of the past day or so (nearly dying in an electrified pool, being resuscitated by his best friend, having to explain personas, etc), so Hinata is definitely the one who makes it there first. He could use a chill night to stop thinking about the station trying to kill them, or dying by his own stupidity, and he likes the other enough to hope that it'll be simple, and calm.
Probably.
Maybe not.
Who knows, at this point.
He drapes his blanket around his shoulders like a cape and carries his pillow via his mouth (his hands are needed to ensure no blanket shenanigans happen and he loses that precious sheeting), and makes his way up to the observation deck.
Upon seeing the other, he gives a short nod, teeth still tightened to hold his resting place in... place.
Yo, catch this for me
He's pretty expressive in his motioning as he anticipates dropping the pillow.]
[Simple and calm is how Hajime prefers things, don't worry. He's just arranging the blankets into two semblances of "mattresses" close to each other, one with his own pillow, the other with... hm. Maybe he should have stolen another pillow out of another room? Would Ryuji remember to bring it...
Fortunately, the sound of footsteps answers that question when he turns around -- what had started as a friendly smile turns quickly into exasperation as he crosses the distance between them to try and grab that pillow.]
Why didn't you-- [carry it with your hands, is what he wanted to say, but instead what comes out is a strangled noise and an exclamation of,] O-oi!! What happened to your hands?
[Yeah that's. Failed to mention that bit. Hajime almost drops the pillow as quickly as he'd grabbed hold of it, a concerned gaze flicking between his bandaged hands and Ryuji's face.]
Once the pillow is long out of his mouth (hopefully there's no more drool on it than there usually is, long since dried since the last 7 hour interval of sleep), he tucks his hands into his jumpsuit for added effect.]
Oh, these? Stuck my hands in a food fabricator and now they're gone. You haven't had the minestrone soup lately, have ya?
[God, that's fucking morbid.
And here he is, smirking like the little devil he is.]
[Ugh, he should've known better! He's so hurt. On so many levels. Top ten reverie betrayals right here (next to that sorry fucking disaster the mess hall called ramen, but, details, details).
Ryuji feigns the shot like it's a sniper's bullet right to his shoulder and overreacts appropriately, sliding half of himself backward and leaning a little, as if to portray its TRUE FATALITY.
And then deadeyes Hinata. Punk.]
It's mostly healed up. Don't worry too much about it. The pool was electrified for a little bit.
[And then finally, pushes his hands back through the jumpsuit so that he's not hiding them anymore.]
[He drops the pillow on one of the piles of blankets, opting not to ask why Ryuji was in that disgusting pool in the first place just yet. Didn't they learn their lesson the first time??
Nice theatrics. If it helps, he does feel a little bad for smacking him with the pillow. Only a little.]
It's fine to say don't worry about it, but... did you have Alucard check it out? He's probably the closest thing we have to a doctor.
[This isn't the kind of thing he wanted a doctor to see, though... especially not since it was related to magic. He had to live with Ren's best baisudi to heal up the major part of the burn and potential scarring, and that would have to be good enough. But he does feel a little cornered when he's asked.
It's not because he doesn't trust Hinata or want to tell him everything, it's that... he really can't. It's not fair to do to his team. But he also isn't about to sit there and lie to him and tell him that he'll go see Alucard in the morning. Because he's also not a liar.]
Yeah. There was something from back home that was floatin' in the middle of the pool and I went to go get it with the pool net. Next thing you know zap!.
[He eyeballs the pillows and comfortable looking futon-esque scenario that Hinata's set up, and carefully finds a way to sit without wrecking the entire place to shreds.]
It's all good, though. If anything it's just messed up my uh. Al...one... time, god why did I just say that? [Sits there, staring at the wall with a self loathing What the fuck, Ryuji face.]
[He was gonna ask about what he fished out of the pool first. He really was curious about what was so important that Ryuji would reach into that mucky water.
But.]
Yeah, I could have done without that, thanks.
[Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it--
He collapses to his pile of blankets, and then regrets it almost immediately, because oof ouch that's still metal decking under that.]
[He winces when he sees Hajime start to hit the ground. Man, he knows that feeling. He's practically been dating the floor for the last year. Dangers of traversing through a universe that literally wanted to kill you at every corners.
Turning his head, his eyes go wide.]
Yeah. No problem, man. I'll just.
You know.
Let's pretend this convo? Never happened.
[Shifting backwards a bit, he stretches his legs out. One is bent a little more than the other. Really? He has to ask about that?]
[It's not concrete... that's about the only positive thing that can be said for it. He manages not to rub his shoulder, though, because look. It's fine?? Don't look at him he totally meant to do that.]
What convo?
[STOP! STOP!!
He just laughs, obviously not taking Ryuji seriously at all, laying back to instead stare out the window at the planet and its moons outside.]
Yeah, okay, I get the hint. I probably don't want to know, anyway.
[In light of the conversation they absolutely didn't just have.]
...This was a good idea.
[There's an unspoken but... hanging off the end of that, though.]
He's textbook dumb, but emotionally pretty... intelligent.
At least, in enough capacity to frown when he says that to him. None of this is prompted or scripted, and Ryuji just did what he felt like was a good thing to do. Isn't that enough? He hums, giving it a little bit more thought.
Shrugs.]
Tch. Don't be an asshole. Why do I need a reason to do something I enjoy?
[Ryuji goes to turns on his side and use his hand to prop up his head, but just as he does that, man, does he realize that's a dumb fucking idea and kind of just... wiggles onto his stomach instead so that he can just look at Hajime.]
Don't do this, aight?
[The asshole part was absolutely referring to their night under the stars as a rung in the ladder of least-squared choices. He feels angry that Hajime doesn't feel like he deserves anything. No one should ever have to go through life like that.]
I wanted to hang out with you, so I asked you to come up here. So don't be an "asshole" and go and ruin us havin' a good time by thinkin' you ain't worth it.
[Probably a little more aggressive than he meant to come off, but he's stern, and if anything, unrelenting. He's never been particularly amazing at this sort of stuff, but damn, he's trying.]
[He's not expecting the aggression; it's enough to tug his gaze away from dramatically staring at the stars, wishing he were someone who mattered, to meet Ryuji's eyes instead.
Unlike Ryuji, he can prop his head up on his hand without trouble, so he does, his frown lost somewhere in his genuine confusion about why Ryuji is so insistent on this. But also... he doesn't want to question it. He really, really doesn't want to have to be the one to explain it.]
...I'll try. Sorry.
[He rolls back over, unable to keep meeting Ryuji's eyes. Something aches, right in the middle of his chest, an emotion he can't really place, but reminds him of the times Chiaki dragged him to the local arcade. A feeling of being wanted for who he is, not what he doesn't have.]
So what do people usually do at sleepovers, anyway? I can't remember if I ever went to any as a kid.
[Maybe it'll just have to be this way, a slow go of things, some Ryuji branded confidence instilled through his usual distemperament. That's fine. They have all the time in the world for this sort of thing.]
No apologies needed.
[Ever, really.]
Hm... Let's see. Read manga. Watch some movies. Play video games. Talk about stuff.
[Most of that was already gone out the window at this point. This was the shittiest rendition of Gilligan's Island in space that he's ever had the displeasure of taking part of.]
Most of the time the talkin' part revolves around girls though. I think this is the part where I'm s'posed to be like "what's your ideal type~?" [He says it in such a cheesey sing-songy tune that he has to stop himself from laughing.]
And the other half it's like. Tellin' ghost stories. Hard to do that when it'd be basically like... readin' from your own diary.
[It's night and Ezra's wandering around because of course he is. Since he found those Jedi robes, he's been wearing them, thinking he might feel closer to Kanan. And maybe he does, but it also means he's incredibly homesick. Force visions dreams aren't helping much either.
He makes his way to the observation deck, hoping to look out at the stars and feel some sense of home, but- it's teen boy central? And now he looks like some weird sleepover crashing monk.]
[Blankets scattered on the floor, just two guys, hanging out and talking about what you're supposed to do when you have a sleepover, and Ezra manages to stumble upon this wholly clandestine scene. Ryuji's ears perk up, startled by the sound of something other than Hajime's unrelenting self-loathing, and he comes back down to his back to look up at the robed wizard standing before him.]
So.... do you have a cool hat to go with that... or....
[But he smiles, dumb and true to the way he enjoys teasing the hell out of Ezra.]
[While he gets that Ryuji's teasing him, he's also completely confused. Do Jedi or their equivalents have hats on Earth. Still, he grins and takes a seat. Honestly, he could use a distraction.]
And then he's proud of nothing. This is a roller coaster ride of ribbing, that's for sure. He looks over at Hajime, and feels the incessant urge to explain himself away because it's NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE OR SOUNDS LIKE.
Actually, no, never mind. He closes his eyes and affirms that a man comfortable in his own sexuality wouldn't rebuke, but accept, and fling it like it's hot, right back at him.]
Please. And you're already back for seconds.
[Scrunches his face.
No, that wasn't nearly as cool and aloof as it sounded.]
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and here i thought you were the type to insist on an all nighter.
alright, i'll meet you there in a bit. give me some time to gather up some blankets
think it's worth trying to get snacks out of the cafeteria?
[Cardboard and/or spoiled snacks! Delicious! It's not a real sleepover without the threat of food poisoning.]
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man it'd be too much to ask for whatever landed my gamegirl here to send us some mochi, right?
anyway, i'll see you in a few.
[He goes radio silent, because not only is he taking the blankets out of his room, well... he's raiding some of the other empty rooms on the third level. If they're going to be sleeping on the floor, might as well be as comfortable as possible without going through all the effort of dragging mattresses around.
That said, he feels pretty stupid hauling around as many blankets as he can carry. Please let him get there before Ryuji so he can just have them set up, instead of struggling to carry them without dropping them.]
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Probably.
Maybe not.
Who knows, at this point.
He drapes his blanket around his shoulders like a cape and carries his pillow via his mouth (his hands are needed to ensure no blanket shenanigans happen and he loses that precious sheeting), and makes his way up to the observation deck.
Upon seeing the other, he gives a short nod, teeth still tightened to hold his resting place in... place.
Yo, catch this for me
He's pretty expressive in his motioning as he anticipates dropping the pillow.]
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Fortunately, the sound of footsteps answers that question when he turns around -- what had started as a friendly smile turns quickly into exasperation as he crosses the distance between them to try and grab that pillow.]
Why didn't you-- [carry it with your hands, is what he wanted to say, but instead what comes out is a strangled noise and an exclamation of,] O-oi!! What happened to your hands?
[Yeah that's. Failed to mention that bit. Hajime almost drops the pillow as quickly as he'd grabbed hold of it, a concerned gaze flicking between his bandaged hands and Ryuji's face.]
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Oh, these? Stuck my hands in a food fabricator and now they're gone. You haven't had the minestrone soup lately, have ya?
[God, that's fucking morbid.
And here he is, smirking like the little devil he is.]
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[You FOOL... you surrendered your ONLY WEAPON.
Hajime smacks him in the shoulder with Ryuji's own pillow. He'd hit him across the middle, but he doesn't want to hit his hands even by mistake.]
What actually happened?
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Ryuji feigns the shot like it's a sniper's bullet right to his shoulder and overreacts appropriately, sliding half of himself backward and leaning a little, as if to portray its TRUE FATALITY.
And then deadeyes Hinata. Punk.]
It's mostly healed up. Don't worry too much about it. The pool was electrified for a little bit.
[And then finally, pushes his hands back through the jumpsuit so that he's not hiding them anymore.]
Gonna take way more than that to kill me, aliens.
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[He drops the pillow on one of the piles of blankets, opting not to ask why Ryuji was in that disgusting pool in the first place just yet. Didn't they learn their lesson the first time??
Nice theatrics. If it helps, he does feel a little bad for smacking him with the pillow. Only a little.]
It's fine to say don't worry about it, but... did you have Alucard check it out? He's probably the closest thing we have to a doctor.
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It's not because he doesn't trust Hinata or want to tell him everything, it's that... he really can't. It's not fair to do to his team. But he also isn't about to sit there and lie to him and tell him that he'll go see Alucard in the morning. Because he's also not a liar.]
Yeah. There was something from back home that was floatin' in the middle of the pool and I went to go get it with the pool net. Next thing you know zap!.
[He eyeballs the pillows and comfortable looking futon-esque scenario that Hinata's set up, and carefully finds a way to sit without wrecking the entire place to shreds.]
It's all good, though. If anything it's just messed up my uh. Al...one... time, god why did I just say that? [Sits there, staring at the wall with a self loathing What the fuck, Ryuji face.]
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But.]
Yeah, I could have done without that, thanks.
[Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it--
He collapses to his pile of blankets, and then regrets it almost immediately, because oof ouch that's still metal decking under that.]
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[That's the easiest subject to try to go back to.]
Some kind of electronic?
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Turning his head, his eyes go wide.]
Yeah. No problem, man. I'll just.
You know.
Let's pretend this convo? Never happened.
[Shifting backwards a bit, he stretches his legs out. One is bent a little more than the other. Really? He has to ask about that?]
I could tell ya. But then I'd have to kill ya.
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What convo?
[STOP! STOP!!
He just laughs, obviously not taking Ryuji seriously at all, laying back to instead stare out the window at the planet and its moons outside.]
Yeah, okay, I get the hint. I probably don't want to know, anyway.
[In light of the conversation they absolutely didn't just have.]
...This was a good idea.
[There's an unspoken but... hanging off the end of that, though.]
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But?
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He keeps looking back out the window, frowning a little.]
Why'd you invite me? I'd think you'd have a lot more fun with Haru or your other friends.
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He's textbook dumb, but emotionally pretty... intelligent.
At least, in enough capacity to frown when he says that to him. None of this is prompted or scripted, and Ryuji just did what he felt like was a good thing to do. Isn't that enough? He hums, giving it a little bit more thought.
Shrugs.]
Tch. Don't be an asshole. Why do I need a reason to do something I enjoy?
[Leaning back, he stares up at the stars, too.]
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I'm not being an asshole, I'm just... you know.
[Nobody important? A talentless loser? An asshole? Yes.]
...Don't worry about it. I'm... really glad you did, don't get me wrong. I mean, I wouldn't have dragged all these blankets here if I wasn't, right?
[A smile. He's fine it's FINE.]
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Don't do this, aight?
[The asshole part was absolutely referring to their night under the stars as a rung in the ladder of least-squared choices. He feels angry that Hajime doesn't feel like he deserves anything. No one should ever have to go through life like that.]
I wanted to hang out with you, so I asked you to come up here. So don't be an "asshole" and go and ruin us havin' a good time by thinkin' you ain't worth it.
[Probably a little more aggressive than he meant to come off, but he's stern, and if anything, unrelenting. He's never been particularly amazing at this sort of stuff, but damn, he's trying.]
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[He's not expecting the aggression; it's enough to tug his gaze away from dramatically staring at the stars, wishing he were someone who mattered, to meet Ryuji's eyes instead.
Unlike Ryuji, he can prop his head up on his hand without trouble, so he does, his frown lost somewhere in his genuine confusion about why Ryuji is so insistent on this. But also... he doesn't want to question it. He really, really doesn't want to have to be the one to explain it.]
...I'll try. Sorry.
[He rolls back over, unable to keep meeting Ryuji's eyes. Something aches, right in the middle of his chest, an emotion he can't really place, but reminds him of the times Chiaki dragged him to the local arcade. A feeling of being wanted for who he is, not what he doesn't have.]
So what do people usually do at sleepovers, anyway? I can't remember if I ever went to any as a kid.
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No apologies needed.
[Ever, really.]
Hm... Let's see. Read manga. Watch some movies. Play video games. Talk about stuff.
[Most of that was already gone out the window at this point. This was the shittiest rendition of Gilligan's Island in space that he's ever had the displeasure of taking part of.]
Most of the time the talkin' part revolves around girls though. I think this is the part where I'm s'posed to be like "what's your ideal type~?" [He says it in such a cheesey sing-songy tune that he has to stop himself from laughing.]
And the other half it's like. Tellin' ghost stories. Hard to do that when it'd be basically like... readin' from your own diary.
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He makes his way to the observation deck, hoping to look out at the stars and feel some sense of home, but- it's teen boy central? And now he looks like some weird sleepover crashing monk.]
... oh, hey. Is this uh some kinda party or?
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So.... do you have a cool hat to go with that... or....
[But he smiles, dumb and true to the way he enjoys teasing the hell out of Ezra.]
Yeah, we're chillin' up here for the night.
Wanna join?
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[While he gets that Ryuji's teasing him, he's also completely confused. Do Jedi or their equivalents have hats on Earth. Still, he grins and takes a seat. Honestly, he could use a distraction.]
Sure. Beats the last time we slept together.
[Sorry, Ryuji.]
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[Man... he is SO PROUD OF THAT PUN.
And then he's proud of nothing. This is a roller coaster ride of ribbing, that's for sure. He looks over at Hajime, and feels the incessant urge to explain himself away because it's NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE OR SOUNDS LIKE.
Actually, no, never mind. He closes his eyes and affirms that a man comfortable in his own sexuality wouldn't rebuke, but accept, and fling it like it's hot, right back at him.]
Please. And you're already back for seconds.
[Scrunches his face.
No, that wasn't nearly as cool and aloof as it sounded.]
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