[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.
[ Playful banter aside, as Rin is looking up Sousuke is going to keep his gaze cast downwards. He's not twiddling his thumbs or looking at his feet, almost looking as if he's finding interest in the city lights.
He blinks thrice, however, when he finally catches wind of what Rin is saying and how much it impacts him. ]
I didn't even think about that. [ If he was some other person... He wonders, briefly, of just who he was like. ] You can't take that back now. No matter how terrible of a person I was. I mean there's some exclusions.
[ He leans over closer to Rin, pressing in with his weight. ]
[and there's really nothing else like it -- the contented feeling he gets from having Sousuke at his side, solid and stubborn. he can't imagine his friend being anything else, for worse or better]
[Rin lets his eyes close, hums, settles]
No exclusions. No exceptions. I'd help you bury the bodies, whatever.
[there's no need to say "thanks," even if it's something Sousuke feels like he needs to express; he's left Sousuke behind before, almost crippled his own heart because of it. he doesn't want that feeling, ever again]
[ It's comforting hearing those words, even if half of them are playful and in jest. It helps Sousuke feel like he isn't alone in all of this after all... but when will he actually consider reaching out? ]
That's a softer spot than your block head, I guess.
[a harrumph, but he quiets his sass as he opens the door to the Yamazaki's and lets himself in. he doesn't want to disturb the older blockhead; his shoes come off for this shoes off house bruh]
Maybe we can play a round or two of smash first...
[ Listen that was the first thing that was drilled in Sousuke's head as a kid. He's still envious of the people who can wander around their house freely with shoes on even if it makes sense to take them off at the door. Shut up he's lazy. ]
Nope. You'd just get embarrassed.
[ And he would rather die.
Dragging Rin to his room he's letting him take the bed first before climbing in. ]
[Rin grumbles, but doesn't push it; he's realising that half-asleep probably isn't the surest way to victory in Super Smash Bros, no matter how resilient Samus is]
Whatever. Let's jog together tomorrow morning.
[like they used to, when they both had strict training regimens; plompf, head boggarting 75% of the pillow, like he owns the fucking place]
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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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[ Playful banter aside, as Rin is looking up Sousuke is going to keep his gaze cast downwards. He's not twiddling his thumbs or looking at his feet, almost looking as if he's finding interest in the city lights.
He blinks thrice, however, when he finally catches wind of what Rin is saying and how much it impacts him. ]
I didn't even think about that. [ If he was some other person... He wonders, briefly, of just who he was like. ] You can't take that back now. No matter how terrible of a person I was. I mean there's some exclusions.
[ He leans over closer to Rin, pressing in with his weight. ]
But thanks anyway.
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[Rin lets his eyes close, hums, settles]
No exclusions. No exceptions. I'd help you bury the bodies, whatever.
[there's no need to say "thanks," even if it's something Sousuke feels like he needs to express; he's left Sousuke behind before, almost crippled his own heart because of it. he doesn't want that feeling, ever again]
We'll figure it all out.
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Hey.
[ He leans over a little. ]
Let's go inside.
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[with what seems like some difficulty (what a baby), Rin manages to get back to his feet. he turns, offers a hand to help Sousuke back up as well]
I call the pillow.
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You're just going to end up tossing it across the room. I'll lend you my shoulder.
[ HIS GOOD SHOULDER NOT THE BUSTED ONE ]
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[a harrumph, but he quiets his sass as he opens the door to the Yamazaki's and lets himself in. he doesn't want to disturb the older blockhead; his shoes come off for this shoes off house bruh]
Maybe we can play a round or two of smash first...
[Rin's eyes are literally half-closed already]
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Nope. You'd just get embarrassed.
[ And he would rather die.
Dragging Rin to his room he's letting him take the bed first before climbing in. ]
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Whatever. Let's jog together tomorrow morning.
[like they used to, when they both had strict training regimens; plompf, head boggarting 75% of the pillow, like he owns the fucking place]