Could you imagine me actually instructing an entire class? This isn't a complaint or anything, even helping out Eijun was easy... but that was thanks to our battery.
[ The younger being so motivated and striving to show his true potential, the memory of that manages to pull a smile from him. ]
I'll figure out what I wanna do soon enough, I guess.
But you're right. It was tough work, remember when I'd text you late at night because we'd finally be leaving the field? Eijun just never knew how to quit. He
[ It's sudden yet obvious, given how he stops mid-text and his thumb slips to accidentally hit send as his phone tumbles off onto the floor.
He doesn't recognize the room or the head that bobs in and out of the water, but it smells of chlorine and he can hear his own voice. It's like he's underwater, really, but there's no doubt that he's keenly instructing... whoever this person is; giving him advice on his stroke, how he needs to extend his reach.
—It's familiar yet unfamiliar all at once.
When he settles back into reality he's looking around the room, baffled by he's just seen, and he needs to ease himself back before bothering to tag Rin again.
He looks at the time, wonders if it's just because of how late it is, and rubs his forehead briefly. ]
I think I'm falling asleep. Just saw something weird.
It was super late, too, and there's no way in hell I'm staying late by a pool unless I'm with you. And this guy was a complete stranger... or at least he looked it, I couldn't see his face.
[doesn't matter if it's Late, or that Rin still hasn't replaced his stolen bike -- he takes one short subway ride and is soon texting here rather than knocking. he doesn't want to wake the other yamazaki of the house; he'll be waiting on the stoop, wearing sweats and a tank he was clearly going to sleep in]
[ quick question: why is rin simultaneously the best and worst friend?
In the mean time Sousuke is busy mentally scrolling through his memory in search for a time he's ever experienced that memory firsthand. He remains skeptical despite this happening before, something he's kept hidden from Rin because there was a subtle mention of him and it was far too easy to take it as some weird, specific sort of dream-like deja vu. Which, after putting it all together, sounds even less believable than what's really happening.
But now it's happened again and he doesn't know whether or not it'd be smart of him to keep denying it.
He gets up soon after receiving the text, opening the door and allowing light to pour out from the apartment before he steps outside. Signature hoodie on because why the fuck not. ]
Hey. [ What the hell else is he supposed to say? ] You couldn't even bother to put an actual shirt on?
[and the light from the apartment illuminates two rows of razor-sharp teeth, exposed wide --
-- in a babyish yawn. Rin doesn't typically stay up late, remember?]
Uuoooh -- shut up.
[and while he had designs of making his way into the house and up towards some pillows, he plunks down on the stoop once Sousuke moves out instead of lets him in]
[they are often on the same wave, after all. Rin looks back over his shoulder, staring up at his friend with earnest eyes]
But it's not bullshit if it's happening to you.
[since it goes without saying: he trusts Sousuke. if Sousuke thought he saw something strange, he did, and they need to figure this dumb not-bullshit out together]
...Can you describe it better? What you saw. And sit down, stop making me throw my neck out.
Nah, I like it when you have to look up at me. [ Of course he's only kidding, moving down and meeting Rin on the same step before sitting down. ]
Mm... I just remember that I was walking beside and indoor pool at night, and there was someone swimming there in the lane beside me. [ He gestures his hand out, laying it flat horizontally. ] Small guy, from what I remember, mole on his cheek and gray hair. Not anyone familiar.
I was able to hear myself, too, like I was instructing him on what to do... for swimming.
[ It would everything a hell of a lot easier and ready to accept if it was just home dozing off, but that wasn't what happened. He almost wants to speak of past experiences with this—and he can't. Won't. For Rin's sake. ]
Then how do I explain the fact that suddenly I know how to improve someone's breaststroke? Like looking downward so you don't sprain your neck, or not sweeping your arms to wide.
[ He still can't be asked but that's what he remembers in his memory. Coming out of his mouth, sticking to his brain. ]
[Rin's eyebrows narrow in thought, and he tilts his head slightly backwards to look at Sousuke]
You could have heard it from me during a practice or something. [a pause, looking back out at the street] ...But that seems a little convenient. "It was all a dream." I used to hate stories that ended like that. That doesn't seem right.
[because you wouldn't have texted me to come over, because it happened so suddenly and you were scared]
[whoops accidental moment of truth]
Is this the first time? Something like this happened to you.
[ bitch you THOUGHT sousuke lied about his shoulder forever he's gonna lie about this shit for months ]
Yeah, this is the first. That's why I thought I was just tired and needed to sleep... but it seemed real, as if I was there. Like it was something I already experienced before.
[Rin's head bonks backwards onto Sousuke's shoulder]
Oi, like I'm going all the way back to my place at this time of night.
[that's a yes, of course, avoiding the mushy parts that might denote any of Sousuke's need for company]
I'm not sleeping on that shitty futon, though.
[he stares at the stupid city sky (so much more obscured by light pollution than by the ocean he grew up beside) huffing a sigh, before asserting suddenly]
It wouldn't change anything. If you had some other, life or were some other person -- I'd still always be your best friend. [that's a little somber, and a little vulnerable, so he adds] Not if you start critiquing my fly, though.
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but i think you'd do alright in business classes, too.
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[ The younger being so motivated and striving to show his true potential, the memory of that manages to pull a smile from him. ]
I'll figure out what I wanna do soon enough, I guess.
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you always say that. can't "soon enough" be "now"? if i'm putting the work in, you should too.
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But you're right.
It was tough work, remember when I'd text you late at night because we'd finally be leaving the field? Eijun just never knew how to quit.
He
[ It's sudden yet obvious, given how he stops mid-text and his thumb slips to accidentally hit send as his phone tumbles off onto the floor.
He doesn't recognize the room or the head that bobs in and out of the water, but it smells of chlorine and he can hear his own voice. It's like he's underwater, really, but there's no doubt that he's keenly instructing... whoever this person is; giving him advice on his stroke, how he needs to extend his reach.
—It's familiar yet unfamiliar all at once.
When he settles back into reality he's looking around the room, baffled by he's just seen, and he needs to ease himself back before bothering to tag Rin again.
He looks at the time, wonders if it's just because of how late it is, and rubs his forehead briefly. ]
I think I'm falling asleep. Just saw something weird.
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[???]
catch yourself in a mirror?
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It was actually really weird.
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[maybe he's not getting trolled?]
what was it?
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It was super late, too, and there's no way in hell I'm staying late by a pool unless I'm with you.
And this guy was a complete stranger... or at least he looked it, I couldn't see his face.
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I thought that this was a bunch of bullshit.
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I don't know.
Come over.
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[doesn't matter if it's Late, or that Rin still hasn't replaced his stolen bike -- he takes one short subway ride and is soon texting here rather than knocking. he doesn't want to wake the other yamazaki of the house; he'll be waiting on the stoop, wearing sweats and a tank he was clearly going to sleep in]
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In the mean time Sousuke is busy mentally scrolling through his memory in search for a time he's ever experienced that memory firsthand. He remains skeptical despite this happening before, something he's kept hidden from Rin because there was a subtle mention of him and it was far too easy to take it as some weird, specific sort of dream-like deja vu. Which, after putting it all together, sounds even less believable than what's really happening.
But now it's happened again and he doesn't know whether or not it'd be smart of him to keep denying it.
He gets up soon after receiving the text, opening the door and allowing light to pour out from the apartment before he steps outside. Signature hoodie on because why the fuck not. ]
Hey. [ What the hell else is he supposed to say? ] You couldn't even bother to put an actual shirt on?
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-- in a babyish yawn. Rin doesn't typically stay up late, remember?]
Uuoooh -- shut up.
[and while he had designs of making his way into the house and up towards some pillows, he plunks down on the stoop once Sousuke moves out instead of lets him in]
So.
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So.
[ He repeats, yet quick to continue. ]
... Have you gone through this before?
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[they are often on the same wave, after all. Rin looks back over his shoulder, staring up at his friend with earnest eyes]
But it's not bullshit if it's happening to you.
[since it goes without saying: he trusts Sousuke. if Sousuke thought he saw something strange, he did, and they need to figure this dumb not-bullshit out together]
...Can you describe it better? What you saw. And sit down, stop making me throw my neck out.
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Mm... I just remember that I was walking beside and indoor pool at night, and there was someone swimming there in the lane beside me. [ He gestures his hand out, laying it flat horizontally. ] Small guy, from what I remember, mole on his cheek and gray hair. Not anyone familiar.
I was able to hear myself, too, like I was instructing him on what to do... for swimming.
[ Which doesn't sound like him at all. ]
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[he thinks for a moment, trying to place the description -- and can't]
Doesn't sound like any guy I saw around. Nobody on the team, either. And you're sure you didn't, like... doze off for a minute?
[it's a dubious question, like Rin already knows he wouldn't be sitting here if Sousuke wasn't pretty sure something was Up]
Since you don't know how to swim, for starters.
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Then how do I explain the fact that suddenly I know how to improve someone's breaststroke? Like looking downward so you don't sprain your neck, or not sweeping your arms to wide.
[ He still can't be asked but that's what he remembers in his memory. Coming out of his mouth, sticking to his brain. ]
But sure, I probably was just dozing off.
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You could have heard it from me during a practice or something. [a pause, looking back out at the street] ...But that seems a little convenient. "It was all a dream." I used to hate stories that ended like that. That doesn't seem right.
[because you wouldn't have texted me to come over, because it happened so suddenly and you were scared]
[whoops accidental moment of truth]
Is this the first time? Something like this happened to you.
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Yeah, this is the first. That's why I thought I was just tired and needed to sleep... but it seemed real, as if I was there. Like it was something I already experienced before.
[ And he sighs. ]
—You gonna stay for tonight?
WELCOME TO LIAR TOWN POP THIS MOFUCKIN LIAR
Oi, like I'm going all the way back to my place at this time of night.
[that's a yes, of course, avoiding the mushy parts that might denote any of Sousuke's need for company]
I'm not sleeping on that shitty futon, though.
[he stares at the stupid city sky (so much more obscured by light pollution than by the ocean he grew up beside) huffing a sigh, before asserting suddenly]
It wouldn't change anything. If you had some other, life or were some other person -- I'd still always be your best friend. [that's a little somber, and a little vulnerable, so he adds] Not if you start critiquing my fly, though.
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