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are people supposed to feel different here after they've died?
any hidden markings that say "oh, that guy/girl, yes that happened" or a burning inner desire to suddenly haunt things?

nothing too strange like smelling like wet dirt and burnt flesh to everyone else but you, i hope.

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Stupid.

i know.

You have responsibilities here. You can't just go off and die like that.

What if they died or ate each other or something? It'd be all your fault.

you're right. i'll try to be more considerate next time if the situation comes up again.

is she okay?

She's fine.

good. are you at the apartment?

Someone had to make sure they didn't eat each other.

can you go out and get me something?

What?

anything. i don't want you to see me walk in looking like a mess.

I've seen you look like a mess before.

that must seem like a cakewalk by comparison now.

[but, see, he's been kind of chilling a floor down from his apartment just... to avoid talking to anyone for a few hours after he'd woken up. so after a few seconds of sending that, he climbs the stairs remaining to get to his place and heads inside.]

[ the second that door opened, Agito was moving a hand over to grab onto a lamp next to the couch-- and tossed it across the house, over at Akira.

three seconds after, he was up on his feet, fist going for the other's gut. ]

Edited 2012-03-26 19:08 (UTC)

[the lamp he blocked, since his instincts kicked in upon having an object thrown at him. as for Agito's rage-- for now, he would stand there and take whatever hits the shark deemed fit. his usual act of blocking them was mainly just for show, anyway.]

[ seconds after the first hit landed, Agito's fist raised again-- but instead of punching him a second time, he just moved his hand forward, to hit the side of his fist against Akira's chest. ]

I didn't say you could die yet! I didn't--! Stupid! How could you--!

[deep breaths, he had to keep reminding himself. he'd already broken down earlier-- what good would repeating the process do? it worked best if he just remained still, quiet. allowed Agito to finish this burst.]

I know-- I know... I'm sorry.

You'd better be sorry! What if you didn't come back, Akira?! What if you were really dead?!

[ just a few more hits, and Agito was already getting tired of it. he drops his hands down to his sides, takes a deep breath, and-- turns himself around on his heels to head over to the kitchen. pointedly ignoring Kira at his feet. ]

[there's nothing he can say in return, so once more he lets Agito finish and watches him walk to the kitchen. Akira follows, picking up Kira to nuzzle his cheek against the fox's fur for a moment.]

Agito took really good care of you and Gito, hm?

[a quiet hum for just a second before he sets Kira down, eyes fixating on Agito.]

What are you doing?

[ out of the fridge comes a can of.. some drink. Agito wasn't paying much attention to what it was, but whatever it is, it's good enough to toss over his shoulder at Akira. ]

You don't look that bad, for someone who's supposed to be ashes.

..

I'm hungry, and I'm done sitting around waiting for you. Go take a shower or something, you smell like--.. laser burn.

[successful catch, though he just looks down at it for a moment before looking at Agito.]

[how kind of him not to mention the rumpled clothes, bloodshot eyes from all too many hysterics in the morning. though at least they agreed on one thing; and at least he hadn't come back as pile of ashes.]

[laser burn was also better than death and dirt, so no arguments there.]

Alright. Going out? [Because he doubts that 'I'm hungry' will translate into 'I'll cook something'.]

Not unless you're coming with me.

[ -and after a night of no sleep, laying around just waiting for any sign of Akira while panicking over the thought of him-- actually being dead, Agito was less than enthusiastic about leaving the apartment. already, he felt himself shutting down from exhaustion, like just seeing Akira alive was enough to make whatever happened yesterday fade away. it wasn't. ]

[ he stopped with his hand wrapped around a container in the back of the fridge, tilted his head back a bit. ]

Are you okay?

[make the trip outside, to god knows where, searching for a place to eat while enduring highly possible awkward silences because he couldn't picture either of them talking about it much in public, with an even higher possibility of one (or both) of them falling asleep on their food, face first?]

I can make you something after I shower. [cooking might prove to be cathartic, after all. he could use something purely routine.]

[he hesitates a moment at that question. honestly?]

... No.

[ he didn't like the answer, but- it wasn't as if it was unexpected. it'd be weird, if Akira wasn't bothered by his death. if he was okay, and ready to stand himself right back up like nothing ever happened. ]

Alright.

[ after another moment, Agito shoved the fridge closed and just eyed Akira, from across the room. glared, almost. but then his arms were extending out towards him, waiting. it wasn't as if Agito was just going to wrap his arms around him, or anything like that. the invitation seemed like more than enough, to him. ]

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