☀ VOICE

[errandry]

Theeeey'll really make anything disappear, huh. ... Guess this isn't the greatest time for asking stuff, but—anybody gotten stuff back from the sand so far?

[ a beat. some rustling as he hits the button to end the recording. before it quite finishes — ]

That was my fucking hat...!

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[sixwinged]

Shut up.

[errandry]

Yeah, yeah. I'll tell you if anybody knows anything.

[sixwinged]

I'm not expecting anything.

[errandry]

Who knows, man. Not like how they disappeared made sense either.

[sixwinged]

Fuck.

Things were turning into sand long before this, and none of that shit ever turned back.

[errandry]

Doesn't mean they aren't still out there.

1/2

[sixwinged]

They're gone.

[sixwinged]

So shut the fuck up and leave it alone.

[errandry]

... gone from this dimension, maybe.

[sixwinged]

I said shut up!

[ He will shut you up for you, Kazu. ]

[ By turning off the feed, yes. ]

[errandry]

[ if Agito was hoping to pitch a bitch-fit on his own—well, tough luck, because prey is actually going out of its way to hunt him down today. which is to say: Kazu knows where the group's put down their gear in the safe zone, and the kinds of grounds Agito prefers. he's got a place to start. it's already a better shot than most. ]

[sixwinged]

[ It's not as if Agito would go far away from their area, after what already happened this week. He had sat himself down up on the ledge of a building near it, high enough that he could see if anyone (read: Gazelle and Kaito) left their area, and low enough that if he happened to fall off, he wouldn't die from the impact. ]

[ He flipped meaninglessly through the device, pressing buttons here and there. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. ]

[errandry]

Oi.

[ There went his peace and quiet. Kazu wandered up slowly—slowed by sand and steps unguided by wind. Thin shoulders tensed, hands jammed in his pockets—hatless. His voice rang clear nonetheless. ]

Agito!

[sixwinged]

[ Agito didn't even turn towards Kazu when he approached. No, instead he drew his legs up off the ledge, and leaned back. ]

Do you value your vocal chords, dickhead?

[errandry]

You seriously gonna gut me for talking?

[ A deep breath—well, he might as well take that, since he couldn't be sure how much longer his lungs were going to be with him. ]

The hell's with you?

[sixwinged]

You're the one who won't shut up! What's wrong with you!

[ It wasn't even spoken like a question. Still, Agito refused to turn himself around towards Kazu. ]

[errandry]

[ That question, too obvious, didn't even deserve an answer. There were plenty of things wrong with Kazu, and he knew them all—but only a few reasons for Agito to react like he was doing. He didn't step forward, but inside his jacket, his hands clenched. ]

... Fuck, how scared are you?

[sixwinged]

I'm not.

[errandry]

'Cause you hang up like that all the time. What'd you think I was gonna say?

[sixwinged]

I thought you'd do the smart thing and back the fuck off.

[errandry]

[ There's a slow silence. Hypervigilant as he is, Agito can probably feel the eyes trained on his back. ]

Nothing's wrong with you, huh.

[sixwinged]

There's shit wrong with all of us.

[errandry]

—I meant more than usual.

[sixwinged]

No. There's nothing.

[errandry]

[ Reaching up, Kazu tugged absently at—hair.

Goddammit, he really needed his hat back. ]

... So give me ten minutes.