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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[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?