17TH FLIGHT ➥ AUDIO.

[crowing]

( silence. the first couple of seconds from consists of nothing but quiet static of background noise and what sounds very suspiciously like someone breathing. and then it sounds like someone really freaking stupid doing breathing exercises. )

Hoooooowuh. HAAAAA—!

F-fucking hell! I'm alive!

( a pause. )

I'm alive. . . I'm alive. What the fuck! Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.

( there's a quiet grumble of "I said no goddamn trades." )

Which one of you freakin' idiots made the trade?! ( oh yeah, there's a sharp jerk from shock to anger. ) WHICH ONE OF YOU?!

[[ ooc: running off to work, replies after my shift! ]]

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[errandry]

( follow the motion, remember to flinch—he'll lie with movement if nothing else. he stumbles backwards, then takes another few steps back, panting. )

'Cause the trade's done, asshole. And it's not like I'd take it back anyway.

i hate that icon.

[crowing]

You're not answering the question.

( there's something a little sobering about hitting him and impossibly comforting. he continues to bridge the space between them, stepping closer to grab back onto him, fingers twisting into his shirt. he picks him up, lifting him a few inches off of the ground. )

You goddamn said you wouldn't trade. It shouldn't have been done in the first damn place! None of you should have had to trade for me! You guys have already lost more than enough!

I. DON'T. WANT. YOU. GUYS. TO. LOSE. ANY. MORE.

gosh, I had no idea. :B

[errandry]

( kicking as his fingers pry at Ikki's grip. )

We thought you'd take care of yourself. You think we like giving shit up? I waited two fucking months for you to figure something out, you dumb bastard. This was worth it.

UGH. 1/2

[crowing]

( he's dead silent as he stares at kazu, eyes locked onto his. there are so many things to say, really, but nothing's coming out. nothing seems right.

everything is wrong, wrong, wrong. )

[crowing]

You're too fucking stupid! Just shut the fuck up already! I was taking care of myself!

( all of his kicking and prying is useless, completely futile efforts of a guy who was never anything but weak against him. the effort, however, is appreciated. it'd be a hell of a lot more boring if he didn't at least try.

with a heavy sigh, ikki sets kazu back onto his feet. he lets go of him as soon as his feet touch the ground, but only partially because he's moving in favour of wrapping his arms around kazu's shoulders and hugging him. it's a ridiculous display of affection, but something tells him this is what he needs to do here and now. kazu has been with him since he woke up dead and now there was this. as much as he hates it, he does appreciate it. )

If you ever do some shit like this again, I'll tear you apart piece by piece.

[errandry]

( his hands fly up before Kazu registers that this isn't part of the fight—that he's not being thrown. that something in this is meant as a kindness.

what he's getting out of this is pressure, a band tightening around his shoulders. it could still be a throw, for all the difference it makes to him—no warmth, barely a sense of the arms knotted over his. a million little cues lost. he leans into it anyway, just a bit, palms light against—shoulder blades? he's pretty sure those are shoulder blades. )

Dumb crow. ( repeated quietly. ) Yeah, yeah. I won't if you won't.

[crowing]

I won't. We won't need to.

( he breathes the words like a promise, and that's because it is. it's a heartfelt promise to someone who has suffered here in this city with him, one among few, and he owes it to each of them to put an end to the unnecessary hardship they have been plagued with.

it's fine. no one is around, it's just the two of them and he can always punch kazu until he forgets if this becomes a problem. so, for now, he just lingers with his arms around him. it's nice to have the confirmation that he didn't lose himself to bring him back to life. )

But you've gotta tell me, man, what the hell did you trade?

[errandry]

( so, you know what's really awkward. that would be: having somebody with their arms around you and absolutely no physical cues for when to pull away. he shifts a little, more out of habit than anything else. )

... you're not gonna bitch about it.

[crowing]

( you know what's interesting? this is the least awkward way this hug could be happening right now, according to ikki.

it's over after another second anyway, hands pulling away from him before ikki takes a good two steps away from him. )

C'mon, I'm not gonna bitch. Tell me.

[errandry]

( even paying due attention, it still costs Kazu a moment longer than it usually would not to linger, to adjust balance and stand properly. )

Most of my sense of touch?

[crowing]

What. . .?

( just. a moment of staring. he doesn't understand. )

Most of your sense of touch?

[errandry]

Most of the time I can still tell when stuff's there. It's just kinda numbed down.

[crowing]

( immediately, he throws a punch at full-force against kazu's arm. )

How about that?

1/3

[errandry]

( ..................................... )

[errandry]

Nah, not a thing.

[errandry]

( MEANWHILE, FOLLOWING THAT UP WITH AN IMMEDIATE PUNCH IN THE GUT. )

1/3

[crowing]

( . . . yeah, that's pretty fucking weird— )

[crowing]

( @#$%!! should have seen that coming!! )

[crowing]

( right, so.

let's counter with a kick to the face!!

with trecks. ♥ )

[errandry]

( dodging backwards at once, but it catches him glancingly anyway. there's the faintest flutter of a tic, a flinch that ought to be but isn't, and then it's over. he moves back a few steps more, then halts, fingers brushing along jaw and mouth to check for blood. )

So—there. Got it?