[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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[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]