[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.]
[Honestly, Hajime was just going to comment on how comfortable Ezra's new pajamas look, but you know what. Ryuji is correct, they definitely are wizards' robes. He just laughs and nods, agreeing with Ryuji's assessment of what they're doing and starting to pass some blankets over.
And then pausing, because he can't just let something like that go.]
So should I leave you two alone, or...?
[Sorry Ryuji. For once it's not his (lack of) self-confidence talking, he's literally just playing along here.]
[Yeah, yeah. Ryuji's already busy making room for the wizard in the sick ass pj's, and it's rather fortuitous that Hajime accidentally planned for this by being... overprepared and bringing way too many sheets and blankets.]
[It's not like anyone was USING the blankets in the empty rooms, anyway! It's fine. Hajime is holding onto his pillow though, just so it's obvious that isn't up for grabs.]
Right... obviously.
[Just as obviously, Hajime has no clue what he's talking about.]
[Ezra gets comfy, propping up the blankets and pillows he's been given into the ultimate comfort zone. Comfey.]
Uh.
[How does he explain this quickly and get back to sleepover fun.]
You know the stuff I told you about the Force, Hajime? And you know the stuff you saw me do, Ryuji? Like the jump and the panel stuff? Jedi are people who are able to do that. Sorta.
[One would think that Ryuji would take a more scientific approach to this. But nope. It's magic. Convince him otherwise.]
That's pretty damn neat, not gonna lie.
[He's also completely willing to believe it. Nothing on this station is going to surprise him anymore. NOTHING.
He reclines, a little annoyed that he can't put his hands behind his head and look up past the windows, so he just relies on his pillow to prop him up to do so. Except, it's not quite fluffy enough. Bummer.]
[Privately, Hajime agrees. It sounds like magic powers to him, and that... doesn't really sit well with him, honestly. But then, he should have known that someone like Ezra, a guy who's traveled between planets, couldn't just be a normal guy.]
Sorta?
[Sorry though, he's the inquisitive type, and he doesn't quite get how one can "sorta" have magic powers.]
That is really cool though... probably not the kind of thing you can teach other people, huh?
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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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And then pausing, because he can't just let something like that go.]
So should I leave you two alone, or...?
[Sorry Ryuji. For once it's not his (lack of) self-confidence talking, he's literally just playing along here.]
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I'm a Jedi.
[Ezra corrects him, rolling his eyes. There's not much point in keeping it secret anymore.]
Come on, the more the merrier, right?
[Apparently he can be smooth so long as he's not actually flirting.]
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A Jedi. See, Hajime? He's a Jedi.
[What the hell's a Jedi? Does it matter?]
Come on in, bro.
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Right... obviously.
[Just as obviously, Hajime has no clue what he's talking about.]
What's a Jedi?
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Uh.
[How does he explain this quickly and get back to sleepover fun.]
You know the stuff I told you about the Force, Hajime? And you know the stuff you saw me do, Ryuji? Like the jump and the panel stuff? Jedi are people who are able to do that. Sorta.
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[One would think that Ryuji would take a more scientific approach to this. But nope. It's magic. Convince him otherwise.]
That's pretty damn neat, not gonna lie.
[He's also completely willing to believe it. Nothing on this station is going to surprise him anymore. NOTHING.
He reclines, a little annoyed that he can't put his hands behind his head and look up past the windows, so he just relies on his pillow to prop him up to do so. Except, it's not quite fluffy enough. Bummer.]
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Sorta?
[Sorry though, he's the inquisitive type, and he doesn't quite get how one can "sorta" have magic powers.]
That is really cool though... probably not the kind of thing you can teach other people, huh?
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