[ you know what? fuck the rain. fuck the water. fuck those dolphins. fuck everything. he's angry, soaked, and if he has to pull one more piece of re-bar out of himself because of flying debris, he would be done.
if this was his state, however, that meant that people far squishier than him could be doing worse (from what he's seen, some were). destruction looked the same everywhere, though the smell of this one was different - humid and still, as though the dust clung to the atmosphere instead of settling - and the fact that he's reaching out to anyone at all in the face of it speaks more about him than he cares to admit.
no got eaten by a fucking dolphin you gonna come save me
[ he's surprised that heine checked in at all, but he's started to realize that heine's not really what he likes to pretend he is.
or - no, that's not true. he is. he's a rat bastard who looks like a fucking ghost and he's about as gentle as a serrated knife, but these texts speak for themselves.
rin, soaked to the bone, newly homeless, aching from the wound in his side, might've had an easier time if he'd been eaten by one of those dolphins. (by the way, heine, word to the wise: don't fuck the dolphins. there are probably teeth up there, and even the healing factor won't make up for the pain of getting your dick chewed off.) ]
[ this guy was a pain; he's a reminder that heine could be a tumble of contradictions. sharp words offered in turn of underlying implications that would point to more human qualities that he would say he did not possess. so then, why does the slow, small exhale he gives in return of the text makes the tension in his shoulders lessen? a fraction, but nonetheless.. ]
i'm fine [ he is unscathed, in all senses of the word, despite the efforts of this place to turn it otherwise. and he can't even really swim why would he think any interaction with the dolphins was a good idea. ]
wow i'm remembering this shit next time you're in trouble
[ it's... nice. he can't indulge in this kind of barbed banter with the friends who'd welcomed him into the fold: his friendship with them has become a livewire, warm in its approach but icy-hot when brought too close. heine is comfortable in his forced distance. ]
where are you?? we found a p good place to weather this if you want to swim over
his relief had been palpable when he'd seen the initial text from heine, but now his doubts come creeping in at the edges, all of heine's blunt responses from the past taking centerpoint.
heine spoke without speaking. text was a poor medium to judge which of the variable meanings of "fine" that heine had thought suitable. ]
[ that old hag must have counted more on their inane immortality to get them through waters, should they be in any; or maybe the inset instincts of hounds they were so obsessively modelled after, that allowed some survival instinct to be just enough to stay afloat. it wasn't graceful. and not to have something, anything beneath his feet was unnerving. not to mention he probably chocked on a goddamn lake.
the good thing about the charade of text messages was the lack of vocality. ]
i just don't like it there's going to be rust on my guns
[ it's probably not very kind of him to be muffling laughter at the thought of heine paddling along in the deluge, but he can't help it. maybe it's the absurdity of it all after casting heine as something untouchable for so long. maybe he just needed a moment of light-heartedness in the midst of all the shit they've dealt with in the past few hours. ]
those demonic dolphin things are p adamant about trying to drown us though
[ he'll wheedle heine's location out of him eventually. right now he's too busy laughing his ass off. ]
don't worry i can teach you if we stop by the gym i'll even pick up some water wings for you to wear do you like pink or blue??? boys usually go for blue but i won't judge
[ he is just about ready to toss his cerevice so hard, that with any luck it will boomerang into your dumb head. his location is top secret at this point. also known as in the middle of destruction in a nook somewhere that is not. in the water. ]
what if it's worse next time seriously where are you
[ he's definitely going to hook heine up with an inner tube and some floaties -- well, whenever the water level goes down and they can actually access the gym again. ]
this you wanting to test that hard head of yours again?
[ incoming picture! a dreary shot of the skyline with the dark water lapping at the edge of the platform heine had found, and if any picture could look passive aggressive, it's this one. ]
we'll get him a cute little princess crown to go with the pink water wings
threatening your knight in threatening armor??? shitty idea
[ the picture might not have helped much otherwise, rin had floated around for a good long while with haru and makoto until they'd made it over to the comfortable little nook they've claimed as their own. a bit of squinting and he recognizes the fractured tree at the edge of the picture -- it's enough to start out in the right direction.
[ he didn't think there would be any relationship to even consider. usually, forced distance and a demeanor so prickly you'd avoid him with a wide mile took care of it.
he didn't think rin would stick the way he seemingly was.
whatever. you know what. if he wants to come let him come. let him get his ass bitten by one of those dolphin things for all he cares. this sort of action ran too close to the shit badou could pull, too. what. a. pain. ]
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whole?
[ you know what? fuck the rain. fuck the water. fuck those dolphins. fuck everything. he's angry, soaked, and if he has to pull one more piece of re-bar out of himself because of flying debris, he would be done.
if this was his state, however, that meant that people far squishier than him could be doing worse (from what he's seen, some were). destruction looked the same everywhere, though the smell of this one was different - humid and still, as though the dust clung to the atmosphere instead of settling - and the fact that he's reaching out to anyone at all in the face of it speaks more about him than he cares to admit.
fuck you too, rin. ]
i'm not going to teach you shit
if you're not
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got eaten by a fucking dolphin
you gonna come save me
[ he's surprised that heine checked in at all, but he's started to realize that heine's not really what he likes to pretend he is.
or - no, that's not true. he is. he's a rat bastard who looks like a fucking ghost and he's about as gentle as a serrated knife, but these texts speak for themselves.
rin, soaked to the bone, newly homeless, aching from the wound in his side, might've had an easier time if he'd been eaten by one of those dolphins. (by the way, heine, word to the wise: don't fuck the dolphins. there are probably teeth up there, and even the healing factor won't make up for the pain of getting your dick chewed off.) ]
you??
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what's the point
[ this guy was a pain; he's a reminder that heine could be a tumble of contradictions. sharp words offered in turn of underlying implications that would point to more human qualities that he would say he did not possess. so then, why does the slow, small exhale he gives in return of the text makes the tension in his shoulders lessen? a fraction, but nonetheless.. ]
i'm fine [ he is unscathed, in all senses of the word, despite the efforts of this place to turn it otherwise. and he can't even really swim why would he think any interaction with the dolphins was a good idea. ]
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[ it's... nice. he can't indulge in this kind of barbed banter with the friends who'd welcomed him into the fold: his friendship with them has become a livewire, warm in its approach but icy-hot when brought too close. heine is comfortable in his forced distance. ]
where are you?? we found a p good place to weather this if
you want to swim over
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the look the suggestion gets is a sour one at best. but then - rin's friends found him? they had seemed the stubborn sort. ]
there a way I can get there without
swimming
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you can't swim????
you're.. kidding right
[ how the hell did heine survive in a flood?
his relief had been palpable when he'd seen the initial text from heine, but now his doubts come creeping in at the edges, all of heine's blunt responses from the past taking centerpoint.
heine spoke without speaking. text was a poor medium to judge which of the variable meanings of "fine" that heine had thought suitable. ]
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i got by didn't i
[ that old hag must have counted more on their inane immortality to get them through waters, should they be in any; or maybe the inset instincts of hounds they were so obsessively modelled after, that allowed some survival instinct to be just enough to stay afloat. it wasn't graceful. and not to have something, anything beneath his feet was unnerving. not to mention he probably chocked on a goddamn lake.
the good thing about the charade of text messages was the lack of vocality. ]
i just don't like it
there's going to be rust
on my guns
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[ it's probably not very kind of him to be muffling laughter at the thought of heine paddling along in the deluge, but he can't help it. maybe it's the absurdity of it all after casting heine as something untouchable for so long. maybe he just needed a moment of light-heartedness in the midst of all the shit they've dealt with in the past few hours. ]
but seriously
not even the doggy paddle???
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[ jesus fuck stay where you are?? also he can almost hear you laughing, you brat. ]
h a h you think you're funny ?
i said i got by
didn't i.
i can't drown so
[ rather, he can't drown permanently. unintentionally, this was almost tried and tested. ]
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trying to drown us though
[ he'll wheedle heine's location out of him eventually. right now he's too busy laughing his ass off. ]
don't worry i can teach you
if we stop by the gym i'll even pick up some water wings for you to wear
do you like pink or blue??? boys usually go for blue but i won't judge
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creepy fucks
[ he is just about ready to toss his cerevice so hard, that with any luck it will boomerang into your dumb head. his location is top secret at this point. also known as in the middle of destruction in a nook somewhere that is not. in the water. ]
water what
i don't want either
leave me alone
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seriously where are you
[ he's definitely going to hook heine up with an inner tube and some floaties -- well, whenever the water level goes down and they can actually access the gym again. ]
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[ disclaimer: he's not going to wear any of that]
i don't know where i am anyway
why does it matter
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describe your surroundings it's not rocket science
[ we'll see about that. ]
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you're annoying
just stay where you are, idiot
[ where is your instinct of self preservation. ]
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you're stuck in the middle of a giant flood
you don't see a problem here
[ where is your instinct of self preservation. ]
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and no, don't see a problem.
[ his preservation instinct is buried deep beneath and overestimation of his own abilities but
persist some more and he might concede to take a damn picture just to shut you up
or ignore you
50/50 ]
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i'll swim us to safety
[ damsel in distress, heine rammsteiner.
yeah, he's laughing his ass off again. ]
damsel in distress my ass !!!
that hard head of yours again?
[ incoming picture! a dreary shot of the skyline with the dark water lapping at the edge of the platform heine had found, and if any picture could look passive aggressive, it's this one. ]
we'll get him a cute little princess crown to go with the pink water wings
[ the picture might not have helped much otherwise, rin had floated around for a good long while with haru and makoto until they'd made it over to the comfortable little nook they've claimed as their own. a bit of squinting and he recognizes the fractured tree at the edge of the picture -- it's enough to start out in the right direction.
get out get out right now
really
[ the picture, beyond apprehensive appeasement, was meant to point more on how going anywhere was unnecessary, not to get him moving towards here...
he should have gone with ignoring. ]
if you show up
i'm tossing you back in
***shining armor whoops
unlike someone i'm not gonna mention
i can actually swim
[ yeah, well. tough shit. ]
petition to make threatening armor the real deal
[ like he really ever listened to bishop. ]
aren'y you supposed to listen to your teacher
or your elders
or something
[ like he ever listened to bishop. ]
where heine is concerned... probably a good idea
clearly desperate for rescue
[ if that was the relationship heine thought he'd have with rin, he's obviously got several screws loose.
beyond, you know, what's readily apparent. ]
on my way
crying
get off my back
[ he didn't think there would be any relationship to even consider. usually, forced distance and a demeanor so prickly you'd avoid him with a wide mile took care of it.
he didn't think rin would stick the way he seemingly was.
whatever. you know what. if he wants to come let him come. let him get his ass bitten by one of those dolphin things for all he cares. this sort of action ran too close to the shit badou could pull, too. what. a. pain. ]
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