[ the pillow is caught in the lazy periphery of half-shut eyes before he snatches it from the air.
what, you thought it was going to be that easy? thanks for the pillow, by the way. he bites down a yawn, slings the thing behind his head and settles just a little more comfortably into the seat. ] I think I'm more like 20-something?
The question never came up during my family reunions. [ a shrug, and he tips a shit-eating smirk. this isn't getting to him at all, so if rin thinks to get a rise out of him, he best do better.
besides, these spars have become par for the course.
see, the great advantage (haha) of coming from the bowels of a world like heine's is that death and destruction is common place and when one wants to look at the accomplishments of the year,you would count the times you were shot and put 'only' in front of it. ] And since I'm your crippled elder, I get to talk as much shit as I want.
heine.... ur never gonna grow out of that outdated style at this rate
[ he makes a disgusted look at heine's show of athleticism - what an asshole - but he forgets about it as soon as heine's response registers.
his gaze narrows, expression gaining focus. ]
—you think?
[ sometimes he can't fathom the extent of the differences between them — to be empty of basic knowledge of one's self is such an alien concept. he stops fidgeting, leaning forward over his crossed legs. ]
So - does that mean you don't know when your birthday is?
[ rin has that look on his face that means he's plotting something. furrowed brows, downturned mouth. exaggerated focus.
[ while on the best of days heine looks like he wouldn't be able to life a glass of water, he's one mean killing machine with lighting quick reflexes!! don't be jealous!
when rin pipes up, it would be normal to be relieved at your supposed conversation partner actively looking engaged in your surprise visit. however, it is long known that heine and normal mix about as well as oil and water.
however, the scrunched look rin's features take all point to that this red haired, sharp-toothed bastard is Plotting Something, and it leaves an apprehensive knot tightening in heine's stomach. he doesn't hide it, either, not in the scowl pulling at his mouth, red eyes narrowed to slits. ] ...No?
Who the fuck cares? [ wait then why was he here...
...] It's your birthday today, so why are you talking to me about mine? [ there, heine the suave albino, saved it. maybe. who the fuck knows, but probably not.
were he actually as cruel as he made himself out to be, he would have brought up the fact that the last time rin had a brilliant idea, it nearly got the both of them killed. or more specifically, it nearly got rin killed, and heine nearly blew his own head off. in retrospect, maybe it would be been a good idea to put himself out of this misery for a little while.
but, he's had enough past drama to dwell on. he's let it go the cold never bothered him anyway ] So are we gonna celebrate?
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he'd use it to smother you w it. what a way to go, rin.
what, you thought it was going to be that easy? thanks for the pillow, by the way. he bites down a yawn, slings the thing behind his head and settles just a little more comfortably into the seat. ] I think I'm more like 20-something?
The question never came up during my family reunions. [ a shrug, and he tips a shit-eating smirk. this isn't getting to him at all, so if rin thinks to get a rise out of him, he best do better.
besides, these spars have become par for the course.
see, the great advantage (haha) of coming from the bowels of a world like heine's is that death and destruction is common place and when one wants to look at the accomplishments of the year,you would count the times you were shot and put 'only' in front of it. ] And since I'm your crippled elder, I get to talk as much shit as I want.
heine.... ur never gonna grow out of that outdated style at this rate
his gaze narrows, expression gaining focus. ]
—you think?
[ sometimes he can't fathom the extent of the differences between them — to be empty of basic knowledge of one's self is such an alien concept. he stops fidgeting, leaning forward over his crossed legs. ]
So - does that mean you don't know when your birthday is?
[ rin has that look on his face that means he's plotting something. furrowed brows, downturned mouth. exaggerated focus.
be afraid, heine. be very, very afraid. ]
dont tell me how to live my life
when rin pipes up, it would be normal to be relieved at your supposed conversation partner actively looking engaged in your surprise visit. however, it is long known that heine and normal mix about as well as oil and water.
however, the scrunched look rin's features take all point to that this red haired, sharp-toothed bastard is Plotting Something, and it leaves an apprehensive knot tightening in heine's stomach. he doesn't hide it, either, not in the scowl pulling at his mouth, red eyes narrowed to slits. ] ...No?
Who the fuck cares? [ wait then why was he here...
...] It's your birthday today, so why are you talking to me about mine? [ there, heine the suave albino, saved it. maybe. who the fuck knows, but probably not.
were he actually as cruel as he made himself out to be, he would have brought up the fact that the last time rin had a brilliant idea, it nearly got the both of them killed. or more specifically, it nearly got rin killed, and heine nearly blew his own head off. in retrospect, maybe it would be been a good idea to put himself out of this misery for a little while.
but, he's had enough past drama to dwell on. he's let it go
the cold never bothered him anyway] So are we gonna celebrate?That's the word, isn't it?