[Rean has been at least attempting sleep, although doing so in his broiler of a dorm room does prove difficult. Still, he'd at least managed to drift off into a somewhat restful sleep, when...
"You've been piloting a Divine Knight for one day. I've been using mine for three years. Did you think I wouldn't have a trump card to play?"
And then the blue "knight" swings its saber at Rean – at the Divine Knight? – and Rean feels himself falling backwards...
He wakes with a jolt when his head should hit the ground, sitting up in a cold sweat. Ugh... that nightmare again. Why does this particular memory bother him so much...?
He isn't left to his own thoughts for long, though, because oh, hey, his phone is buzzing! Who on earth is texting him in the middle of the night—
...Crow? And Elliot, too. This isn't a particularly heavy conversation, which he's thankful for, but he can't help but wonder...
...No, he must just be projecting.]
Given that I've basically been living on the stuff for the past little while, I think the fruit punch kind is my favorite. I might just be drawn to red though
Haha... thanks, I guess? Don't know if I've ever thought of it that way myself...
I hadn't until just recently, but with everything that's been going on I've just been doing whatever I can to stay hydrated, really. The frost ones are pretty good, though, Crow has a point
You do know I'm not serious about that, right? [Chalk it up to sleep deprivation and the nightmare he just had himself, but...] I'm not actually keeping track of any "debt." I don't actually care.
[Crow's quiet for a moment, not even in the midst of typing his response yet. It's not that he's ignoring Rean, he'd read the whole thing actually, and it at least shows as read.
Crow was actually in the middle of regaining a memory, the scene flashing as vividly as if he were truly there. A toss of a coin, this time not in the air for a trick, but right back into Rean's hands. Words are exchanged, Rean and Crow laughing about the debt being paid, and Rean admitting he didn't want it to end at that.
Something something about 'interest'.
Crow laughs, glad Rean couldn't hear him. So...this was how it was meant to be, huh? Just picking up where'd they'd left off in their past life...
His eyes are warm now, looking at Rean's reply, before he begins to type, finally.]
[Rean's "quiet" for a moment, as well, leaving them on read for a moment as he soaks that in.
It's... a nice feeling, being reassured like this. It's okay. Crow likes this, too. And "as far as he can go," huh?
There's a vague fluttery feeling in his chest and in his stomach, and it's unfamiliar enough to catch Rean off guard for a moment. It's... probably just anxiety getting to him, right? It would make sense, with how high-tension everything's been and how little sleep he's really managed, that even this much would set him off.
Whatever. He should respond.]
Haha, all right.
Sorry. All this heat's getting to my head, I think. Which is why I have so much Gatorade now, I'm just trying to stay hydrated... word to the wise, don't live on the seventh floor of a brick building with no AC in times like these
Your complex has no AC? Damn no wonder your brain's fried
[Wait...Lightbulb.]
I may know a place with AC where you can crash for awhile. Already has one handsome looking guy staying in it, who makes a pretty mean cup o' joe and a cat you can pet for free
That's dorms for you. It's amazing when the elevator even works, here, AC is never gonna happen
[...Wait. Is he...?]
...Are you offering to let me stay with you?
[It should be obvious what the answer to that question is, but Rean's just mystified. That's really generous of him... too generous, maybe. He has to be joking, right?]
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"You've been piloting a Divine Knight for one day. I've been using mine for three years. Did you think I wouldn't have a trump card to play?"
And then the blue "knight" swings its saber at Rean – at the Divine Knight? – and Rean feels himself falling backwards...
He wakes with a jolt when his head should hit the ground, sitting up in a cold sweat. Ugh... that nightmare again. Why does this particular memory bother him so much...?
He isn't left to his own thoughts for long, though, because oh, hey, his phone is buzzing! Who on earth is texting him in the middle of the night—
...Crow? And Elliot, too. This isn't a particularly heavy conversation, which he's thankful for, but he can't help but wonder...
...No, he must just be projecting.]
Given that I've basically been living on the stuff for the past little while, I think the fruit punch kind is my favorite. I might just be drawn to red though
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He wonders what they're doing up--Elliot was always a night owl, but Rean got up early, didn't he?
Hmm.]
The frost flavours are where its at
Not sure if I'm more fond of glacier freeze or cascade crash
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Have you tried that many gatorades? I don't think I've had any of the frost flavors.
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I hadn't until just recently, but with everything that's been going on I've just been doing whatever I can to stay hydrated, really. The frost ones are pretty good, though, Crow has a point
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I'm glad you've got impeccable taste, Rean. Literally
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I'll try them sometime. Just never thought to.
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I, um. May have bought out a good chunk of the corner store
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Are you seriously holding a coffee over my head when you have the cash to buy out a corner store for their gatorade 20-packs
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You do know I'm not serious about that, right? [Chalk it up to sleep deprivation and the nightmare he just had himself, but...] I'm not actually keeping track of any "debt." I don't actually care.
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Crow was actually in the middle of regaining a memory, the scene flashing as vividly as if he were truly there. A toss of a coin, this time not in the air for a trick, but right back into Rean's hands. Words are exchanged, Rean and Crow laughing about the debt being paid, and Rean admitting he didn't want it to end at that.
Something something about 'interest'.
Crow laughs, glad Rean couldn't hear him. So...this was how it was meant to be, huh? Just picking up where'd they'd left off in their past life...
His eyes are warm now, looking at Rean's reply, before he begins to type, finally.]
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I figured, but it's fun to keep up the tease, you know. Let a man sink into debt as far as he can go, Rean
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It's... a nice feeling, being reassured like this. It's okay. Crow likes this, too. And "as far as he can go," huh?
There's a vague fluttery feeling in his chest and in his stomach, and it's unfamiliar enough to catch Rean off guard for a moment. It's... probably just anxiety getting to him, right? It would make sense, with how high-tension everything's been and how little sleep he's really managed, that even this much would set him off.
Whatever. He should respond.]
Haha, all right.
Sorry. All this heat's getting to my head, I think. Which is why I have so much Gatorade now, I'm just trying to stay hydrated... word to the wise, don't live on the seventh floor of a brick building with no AC in times like these
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[Wait...Lightbulb.]
I may know a place with AC where you can crash for awhile. Already has one handsome looking guy staying in it, who makes a pretty mean cup o' joe and a cat you can pet for free
That's right
F R E E
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[...Wait. Is he...?]
...Are you offering to let me stay with you?
[It should be obvious what the answer to that question is, but Rean's just mystified. That's really generous of him... too generous, maybe. He has to be joking, right?]
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[That sounds like a 'yes' if you ever heard one.]
Whattya say?
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I say if you're still planning to be awake in about 20 minutes, I'd love to take you up on that.
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Bring your rice cooker and your sparkling personality
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Want anything from the convenience store on my way over?
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Think you can pick me up a to-go coffee?
[Are you two married.
Sorry Elliot this is what happens when you let them have a moment.]
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Can do, though. Black, I'm assuming? What size?
[They're totally married...]
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Oh, would you look at that, looks like I'm back in debt
Just after you wiped it clean 🎶
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Wow, sure missed a lot while making food.
Glad you have a cool place to crash Rean! That's really nice of you Crow.
[Nice and gay]
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Hope your food is good, Elliot!
[It sure is gay, but guess who sure is oblivious? This guy.]
And good. This will make it easier to recalculate your interest 💸
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