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beissen & jawdacity
When: 2/18
Where: "Res District" AKA Cerealia's newest watering hole
What: the damsel in distress is rescued by his knight in shining armor
Rating/Warning: idiots
[ the bone-deep ache remains, spidering from the wound in his side through the rest of his body. but the rhythm of swimming calms him more than the pain slows him down: there's purpose in heading out, leaving the fraught silence of makoto and haru's company. he loves them, but he doesn't understand them sometimes — neither the push-pull perpetuity of their nearness to one another nor their inability to make headway when they've caught themselves at an impasse.
it's easier with heine. there's no history, only the clear-cut present. rin doesn't have to be anyone but the kid with a stiff back who still can't hold a knife to heine's liking.
he cuts through the water, favoring - for once - caution over speed. the creatures roam across the waters still, breaking the glass surface of the lake, breaking up the monotony of tree branch and debris. rin lingers for a long moment in the shadow of a fallen branch, watching as a pod of dolphins pass by. a flicker of fins. they move too quickly to be real dolphins, their teeth wicked even in the periphery. rin lets loose his breath when they fail to notice his hiding place.
he checks his cerevice. the photograph heine had sent him had been the visual equivalent of an ellipses, heine's dislike of rin's insistence apparent in how little time he'd taken to frame the landscape properly. but maybe the branch rin had noticed has floated away by now; this might be a fool's errand.
still, he refreshes the picture in his mind's eye with heine's text, and continues onwards. his side thrums with each heartbeat, keeping the exhaustion from taking him under. hopefully heine knows to hold on without struggling too much, otherwise making it back to the crevice from which rin came might be a challenge.
he's glad he came, all the same. the wind flicking through his hair, the water a familiar weight: it's better than anything that he could have been busying himself with otherwise. heine has helped him with little recompense; it's his duty to do the same. more than that, heine is his friend, for all that he can't quite make out the human amongst the violence in all the crooked angles of heine's body -- a friend that rin wouldn't want to lose to the water that he loves. of all things.
so he swims, he swims, and he swims. he drifts in the interim, letting his body lead him forward; landmarks are few and fewer in the changed topography of the residential district. he can only rely on guesswork.
eventually, that guesswork proves correct. the laughter bursts from him at the sight: heine looks like a cat perched in a tree, ready to hiss at whichever hapless fireman might climb up to save him. maybe rin shouldn't have worried about the dolphins: heine looks thrice as dangerous as any of them. wet and miserable and kind of...
endearing, though even rin knows better than to mention that. ]
Oi.
[ he swims up to the edge of the broken platform that heine has claimed, exhaling slowly. his body aches, but adrenaline keeps him afloat. ]
You still alive?
beissen & jawdacityWhen: 2/18
Where: "Res District" AKA Cerealia's newest watering hole
What: the damsel in distress is rescued by his knight in shining armor
Rating/Warning: idiots
[ the bone-deep ache remains, spidering from the wound in his side through the rest of his body. but the rhythm of swimming calms him more than the pain slows him down: there's purpose in heading out, leaving the fraught silence of makoto and haru's company. he loves them, but he doesn't understand them sometimes — neither the push-pull perpetuity of their nearness to one another nor their inability to make headway when they've caught themselves at an impasse.
it's easier with heine. there's no history, only the clear-cut present. rin doesn't have to be anyone but the kid with a stiff back who still can't hold a knife to heine's liking.
he cuts through the water, favoring - for once - caution over speed. the creatures roam across the waters still, breaking the glass surface of the lake, breaking up the monotony of tree branch and debris. rin lingers for a long moment in the shadow of a fallen branch, watching as a pod of dolphins pass by. a flicker of fins. they move too quickly to be real dolphins, their teeth wicked even in the periphery. rin lets loose his breath when they fail to notice his hiding place.
he checks his cerevice. the photograph heine had sent him had been the visual equivalent of an ellipses, heine's dislike of rin's insistence apparent in how little time he'd taken to frame the landscape properly. but maybe the branch rin had noticed has floated away by now; this might be a fool's errand.
still, he refreshes the picture in his mind's eye with heine's text, and continues onwards. his side thrums with each heartbeat, keeping the exhaustion from taking him under. hopefully heine knows to hold on without struggling too much, otherwise making it back to the crevice from which rin came might be a challenge.
he's glad he came, all the same. the wind flicking through his hair, the water a familiar weight: it's better than anything that he could have been busying himself with otherwise. heine has helped him with little recompense; it's his duty to do the same. more than that, heine is his friend, for all that he can't quite make out the human amongst the violence in all the crooked angles of heine's body -- a friend that rin wouldn't want to lose to the water that he loves. of all things.
so he swims, he swims, and he swims. he drifts in the interim, letting his body lead him forward; landmarks are few and fewer in the changed topography of the residential district. he can only rely on guesswork.
eventually, that guesswork proves correct. the laughter bursts from him at the sight: heine looks like a cat perched in a tree, ready to hiss at whichever hapless fireman might climb up to save him. maybe rin shouldn't have worried about the dolphins: heine looks thrice as dangerous as any of them. wet and miserable and kind of...
endearing, though even rin knows better than to mention that. ]
Oi.
[ he swims up to the edge of the broken platform that heine has claimed, exhaling slowly. his body aches, but adrenaline keeps him afloat. ]
You still alive?
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just minutes prior to that, he had a building drop on him and later, he managed to acquaint himself with another kid back from rin's world, one giant fucking bruise staggering around too stubborn to stop and rest and he had to wonder if they were all this annoying. heine had subsequently proceeded ignore the wave of something that lightened the knot between his shoulders when the other two were found. not by his efforts, though that felt right. better somehow, at least.
he had waded through waters as much as he could, and then barely held his head above the unsettled surface, ripples against his ears and crashing into his nose, eyes and he hates it all as he finds the slab, a remnant of something that no longer was and pulls himself tiredly up. his muscles had stung for a brief moment, before the soreness dissolved in a few unsteady breaths.
heine hadn't anticipated rin to show; what would him coming here achieve, if not some misguided waste of time through waters ready to swallow you whole? it's not like heine could stay dead, though he supposed rin had never seen the extent of his implanted immortality. was he concerned, then? why? it was a thing so similar and driven by the same logic badou had incessantly tried to shove down his throat.
but the familiar wave of colour cuts through the water with infuriating ease, laugh breaking across the grey of uneasy, rolling surface and heine snaps a look his way through humid bangs and cold lungs, makes little move to unfold his legs from under him. ]
You're an idiot. [ he could kick you right now. ]
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it's a strange thought to be having, here at the end of something that they had both come to accept as their new reality: heine, lost, and yet a perfect accouterment to the black-and-white landscape; rin, found, but too red and too loud for present circumstance. the gap between them had been noticeable enough in their many sessions in the gardens, but now it widens to a chasm.
he dissipates the thought with a clench of his hand, the edge of the cement platform scraping against his palms.
he's real, bite and bytes notwithstanding. they both are. ]
Yeah, and you look like shit.
[ but there's relief in the ready smile that rin offers, all serrated teeth and bright-limned lashes. he doesn't bother pulling himself onto the platform, knowing that the effort would strain his aching side; better that they set off as soon as possible. ]
C'mon, hurry up, arms around my neck.
[ he turns as he speaks, offering his back to heine. it's the only way to make the journey without undue pressure on rin's side. even if that wasn't a consideration, it's the only way, period. heine's dignity will have to suffer the insult. he flicks another grin over his shoulder. ]
We should be able to make it back pretty quickly, since you weigh all of 3 kilos.
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it certainly suited him more, white-slate-grey until rin's voice cuts further, closer. until the youth's hands grips the edge of the slab and stays in the damn water as though he belongs in it and all heine can do is watch the depth more closely for any flash of menace. he wants to pull this moron up, or to throw him back from wherever he came because this endeavour was dangerous and stupid and not worth it. ] I look fine.
[ he's being a baby, and the stare he gives in return to the suggestion - no, rather to something that's too amicable to be an order, but too direct to be a suggestion alone - is icy.
he leans forward only slightly, and resists the urge to just push that dumb loud head under. ] Ugh.
Keep running at the mouth, see where that gets you. [ snappish retort, even as he's lingering closer to the edger. he wasn't going to leave him alone, was he?
it would be nice to get away from the meager square of a perch, but heine had never exactly relied on anyone for help. not directly, not admittedly. this was a terrible idea. ]
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dangerous and stupid this endeavor might be, but it's only getting more dangerous and stupid the longer they wait around. especially when the ache of rin's side lingers in every stroke of motion through the water. he can almost imagine it seeping from him, his body leaving a trail of quiet pain in the water for the dolphins to follow.
not worth considering. not when heine is already teetering away from him. ]
Okay, fine. You look beautiful.
[ better that heine is irritated than cautious. at least that's how it works for rin, and he's always had a problem with characterizing other people's reactions with the guideline of his own.
he breathes out, the water rippling away. ]
Now shut up and get on.
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irritation rose on hackles, because the danger was only growing more the longer he mulled above the deep surface. his focus had been directed so intently on his surroundings, and nearly specifically away from rin that any strain along the submerged frame of him was yet unnoticed.
his groan exudes frustration, bottled angrily to the very brim. no, they can't stay here. well, no actually - he was doing fine until someone thought he needed to pull a daring rescue and instead fling himself into the very thing that destroyed half the city.
heine's fingers splay against the surface of the slab, dust mixed with water clinging and painting his alabaster hands more marblelike as he twists himself over the edge and lowers down with about as much enthusiasm as a dying cat.
there is nothing solid beneath his feet, and the water feels cold, crawling and licking and resoaking clothes and there's few curses falling from his throat that could make an earlobe bleed.
he keeps one hand on the surface (solid, solid is good. solid he can stick fucking kick off if he needs to. the hell is he supposed to do with his legs, kicking out against the water? ) it keeps him just above the surface, and he cranes a dry look (the only dry thing around) his companion's way. ] How the hell do you expect - [ is cut off with his own fit of coughs, a gulp of water acting a better way to quiet him than rin could ever manage, lets be honest. ] - shit.
I'm in the damn water. Happy?
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it's hard to understand. rin isn't haru, with all his crazy talk about being one with the water, but it's still a point of familiarity. flying through the water here in tellus gives him the same hot rush as it did back at home.
rin doesn't bother masking his laughter, letting heine see the full extent of his amusement. he draws closer, nudging into heine's space, before he can grab an arm and sling it around his neck. ]
Yeah, yeah, stop whining, now hang onto before I leave you here to drown. Both arms.
[ and maybe it's kind of nice to be the one with the upper hand for once. rin's not the one with the hero complex, alright, but feeling useful would make anyone perk up.
if heine doesn't respond, rin will reach out and position his other arm, too. he doesn't want to be a sitting duck all morning, alright, not everyone has heine's freakish talents with a blade.
plus. the sight of heine in the water would make anyone crack up. they should bottle this moment up and sell it as a goddamn anti-depressant. ]
We're gonna do it this way, alright? I swim, you hang on. It's gonna be slow going, but as long as you don't choke me to death, we should make it back in one piece.
i appreciate that this thread is lighthearted. comparatively...
still, there's an urge to pull away against being pulled in. or an urge to push this goddamn water freak right under the surface. it wasn't the first time within these minutes that the thought crossed his mind, and as rin moves to detach his other arm away from the cement, it is evident it wouldn't be the last time the thought resonates.
his misery continues.
please just kill him already. ] I won't make you any promises.
[ somewhere in the back of his mind, the hound is cackling just as much, before that needless howling is silenced.
with a huff that is about as passive aggressive as the rest of him, heine complies. though that isn't entirely the right word either, with arms extended rather than comfortably bent. a mixture of an attempt to not rely on rin as much as he, infuriatingly, needs to. all his frustrating is evident in a hiss near rin's right ear. ] Remind me again why I needed to go with you?
"comparatively".........
his amusement continues.
heine doesn't get to die when rin spent all this energy coming to find him, even after receiving nothing but a passive-aggressive photograph. it speaks of talent hitherto unknown, re: heine's ability to make even a photograph an angry retort.
he reaches up between strokes to squeeze at heine's elbows, trying to get him to bend his arms. the last thing he wants is for heine to slide off and get a lungful of water. rin can swim at this speed just fine, but the ache in his side hasn't abated — any quicker and they'd have problems. ]
Because drowning would suck balls. What's the deal, you worried about your mascara running?
[ you know, since heine was so concerned about looking like shit earlier.
good thing rin is swimming through open water right now, else he suspects he'd probably have a knife in his spine. ]
well it's heine and rin so..........
though traveling like this was definitely a wide step up from the indignant attempts and fumblings he had gone through to get to where he was before. and if his ride wasn't so disagreeably annoying, he might have thought he could actually get used to being carted around. ] I will bite you.
[ a grip on his elbows and he fights the instinctive urge to, once again, shake the touch off, slightly off kilter in virtue of being underwater, but instead his joints fold under the insistence. reluctance wrought in every taken breath. the only time he's ever this close to someone was when his striking with knives fists teeth. even now, beneath the pads of his fingers there's the dull pulse of heartbeat that he finds on some reflex.
he's a far cry from relaxed, but there is less chance of him slipping off, at least? hope you're freaking happy. ] And next training, I'll make sure you're just one big walking bruise.
[ the way heine shows true appreciation is by threatening with very promising visions of violence. ]
bless
getting bitten is usually a threat that rin himself makes, and he has to grin at the parallel. at least where biting is concerned, he's fairly sure he has the upper hand.
fairly. heine can be kind of an asshole when it comes to these things.
at least heine's actually holding on now. that makes this whole thing a lot less awkward. it also means that rin can force a little more speed out of his kicking legs, no longer having to worry about losing his cargo to the waves. ]
I can always, y'know, turn around and leave you back on that rock thing. [ who's wearing a shit-eating grin? who indeed. ] If you liked it so much.
[ plus, it's not like heine doesn't usually leave him a walking bruise. ]
amen!
serrated teeth were certainly better for a good bite, but an artificial jaw designed for doberman-worthy tenacity wasn't any worse off either. so rin's note of heine's asshole tendency is right on the mark.
especially when heine's jaw snaps halfway in irritation and halfway from the movement of water and rin's shoulder and he seriously isn't getting any happier.
and true, walking bruise was a good consistency to have, but are you sure he wouldn't push that envelope all the further? ]
...You're really annoying. [ words heavy with the things he doesn't say: it would be a waste of time. you're already risking your damn squishy human life, we're already spending too much time in dark water. heine doesn't have his guns to use underwater, and while he will sink in order ripclawdefend but that involved too much moving against muscles that had become comfortable with the momentary lethargy of sitting and doing nothing. he can't say itnwas a stupid idea because he has already said it too many times. he's sure the other will continue ignoring it anyway. ]
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[ rin's response is another huff of laughter, an obvious sign that nothing heine says or does will be taken seriously in the near future. ]
Take a deep breath and hold on. I want to show you something cool.
[ he's not waiting for heine to whine in response: as soon as he feels the rise of heine's chest, the filling of his lungs, he ducks into the water, kicking upwards to descend into the water.
because -- down below, it's like another world. the buildings they'd come to associate with the landscape of tellus now submerged, debris and earth and twisted metal the new ocean floor. the world loses its sharp edges underwater, a warped silence taking over.
rin flicks a glance behind him - just to make sure that heine isn't panicking and swallowing water - before diving deeper. he doesn't have the mobility he would have if not for his erstwhile passenger, but he's limber enough to avoid passing obstacles, to dive into a half-caved building that was once home to one of their fellow abductees.
the water gives the destruction a strange, otherwordly feeling. the pale light from above catching metal fixures, lighting up dust and ash, cascading through submerged windows like something tangible.
rin thinks it's beautiful, despite all the destruction that has been caused.
and then he's kicking forwards again, knowing that heine isn't used to being underwater as long as he is. they break the surface with a minute, rin rubbing the salt and silt from his eyes. when he turns back to gauge heine's reaction, he's already grinning. ]
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it's a blur, shapes and angles with no clear outline, blurred by motion and that new devouring environment and it is another world.
another world he dislikes just as much as the above one and all there is is a ringing in his ears, echoes made through crinklecut soundwaves.
this is again, where their opinions could so easily diverge. it is otherwordly, yes. foreign and when rin dips underneath a half-fallen arching building, heine wants to duck further away and his hold instead is like iron. there was a certain beauty to a world devoid of human (or humanoid) life. desolate and wet and silent in the only way he really knows. there's no dolphins in sight either, no ripple of sound breaching submerged (subdued) senses. it isn't his element. it would take time to learn it and learning anything had never been fun for him.
he could potentially let go, push off one of the alien-like buildings and reach the surface faster than . there's a burn in his chest and it's a need for air that's scraping his rib cage.
he wasn't afraid of dying, but this would be an unpleasant way to go, momentarily. that was his thought and then they're surfacing and there's rin with that shit eating grin of his that heine is reflexively pulling away from.
guess who doesn't look amused.
yes. it's this guy. ] What the fuck. What was I supposed to be looking at? [ you're going to laugh more, aren't you. ]
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plus, being soaked to the bone has plastered heine's hair to his face. he looks even less substantial than usual. a strong wind would likely take him back into the waves.
nonetheless, rin had meant it as a kindness. to show heine that the ocean wasn't all obscure depths and gnashing teeth. that beauty exists even here, solemn though it might be.
he shouldn't be surprised that heine doesn't share rin's romanticism, but he's a little off-put nonetheless. ]
Did you miss all of that? Really?
[ it was like the ruin of atlantis. like all the storybooks of rin's childhood come to life. ]
We can go again, if you want.
[ that shit-eating grin is going to remain constant for the rest of the trip back. get used to it, heine. ]
and you say heine shouldn't smile
he was supposed to see something that he failed to, and the drop of disappointment hidden between rin's sharklike grin speaks enough of it. perhaps the silence of that other world was alluring. perhaps the lack of control should have been freeing, had he considered it more. ] It's just a ruined city.
Broken things look the same everywhere; what was there to miss? [ it's certainly a thought that's crossed his mind enough times, each time a wave crushed more and more, raised more concrete dust and water levels rose. he looks all the more the wet dog, with bags streaking salt water into his eyes, stinging, and settling on thinly set lips, lapping at his chin.
the offer - it wasn't a serious one, was it? - speaks of how unamused heine is. it's good thing you are his buoyant, rin. even so, his finger ones clawcurl into a convincing grip, set on rin's collar bone.. ] Let's not.
babies will cry
[ because it's beautiful isn't something he wants to say, especially to heine. who apparently can't find beauty in the smaller things.
or maybe it's just greenery that catches his eyes. the natural world, not the manufactured.
which he can understand. tellus lacks in many things, but its horizon is littered with canyons of steel and glass and colored lights; the manufactured is everywhere.
alright, then. if heine wants to be shocked out of his mind, then rin will have to come at it from another angle. he'll get this right one day.
(you mentioned foreshadowing?) ]
You sure, though?
[ he's enjoying his upperhand. and not even attempting to hide that fact. ]
We can go even deeper this time.
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if this brighthaired guy with edges for teeth and unicorns for fantasies finds beauty - no, sorry, gravitas - in a thing such as this, what would he see in heine's world?
maybe that was the problem. maybe tellus was too similar, all made of steel and glass and cold. it was more brilliant than the near monochrome of any of the levels of heine's world, but beneath it all lay the very same foundation.
just as rotten, too.
heine's stare falls flat and unamused, a red flatline in foil of the beaming smile, of the smugness inherent in someone who isn't going to hide their advantage.
but there is a jutting remnant a few meters ahead of them, alabaster wall and rebar peaking through steady crests and heine is going to try his best to detach from this damn ray of moronic humour, a push away from him and there's drops of water in his damn ears. ] - Yeah, you go ahead and go deeper.
Hell, don't even come back up. [ if he was free (hah ) in this much-disliked element, he wouldn't even be in this mess. so all he has is words barked out.
that piece of solidity is looking mighty far away to him, but if rin continues his knee-slapping jokes, heine's barely passable doggy paddle might just have to do. ]
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he likes the easy back-and-forth of the present, where he's not thinking about anything other than swimming them both to safety.
and maybe it's nice, being the one calling the shots. for once.
but rin knows enough to tell that heine is at the end of his tether, that any further pranks of the former sort will earn him a boot in the face. wisely, he keeps to the surface, focusing on cutting through the water with greater speed.
it feels good, even with the bruised chaos of his side. a little like home.
which he isn't going to think about. not now, when they're caught in a landscape of debris. ]
Nah.
[ he won't have to turn back for his grin to be perceivable. ]
You'd cry if I drowned.
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there was a disconnect between admitting that verbal sparring was a good distraction and a comfortable dynamic, against that irritating acknowledgement that in this, rin was better. ]
Tears of joy, maybe. [ deadpan need; it is a good call to keep any more pranks limited; patience was never heine's redeeming quality (if he had any at all). it would be good to just get himself out of this damned watering hole. his attention isn't the same, not in this predicament. ]
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[ skepticism heavy in his voice.
that bit of debris that heine had been eyeing earlier? rin gives it a wide berth. not because of any engineered attempt at keeping heine from jumping - metaphorical - ship, but simply because they're headed in a different direction.
regardless, they're closing in on rin's intended stopping point. it's a set of caves not far from where he'd left makoto and haru — but far enough that he can be sure that there are no crossed wires.
call him an asshole. sometimes you have to do what you do to protect the status quo. ]
Does the joy set in before or after you sink to the bottom of all of this?
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still, a bark of laughter that scrapes dry against soaking clothes, wet hair and fingers curl clawlike again, a pressing emphasis of action coupled with words. ] Oi - I can still float.
[ he was useless in the water but not a goddamn weight, either! his eyes find the caves, cutting darker gashes across the monotonous landscape and crests. that's where they were going?
or did he have to hang on to this asshole for much longer? ]
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or some approximation of a sprint, given that he has a sullen pile of limbs atop his back. to any bystanders he probably looks ridiculous in his lack of grace, but rin's enjoying the experience nonetheless. heine is hilarious when he's cranky.
and it's nice to be in the water.
a minute later and rin reaches for the edge of the slab of concrete he'd intended as heine's final destination. heine will be unceremoniously dunked underwater if he doesn't disengage quickly enough.
rin will be sitting on the edge of the slab when heine surfaces, grinning from ear to ear. ]
You're welcome.
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they cut through the last remaining meters and it is with anticipation that he looks to that edge, caught in the thought of finally being there, of depending on someone else for too damn long, and finding the entire ride quite disagreeable from start to finish. and it is that lingering thought that catches him off guard, that has his grip slipping from rin's shoulders and down into the water one last time before he resurfaces with fingers curled clawsharp on the edge.
it means he misses rin getting out of the water, and any strain that might have shown from the injury at his side. it means he will be spared too many more insults. or postponed them.
grin parried with a look as flat as his hair right now. ] - you water freak.
[ without much more pause, he's levering himself up, satisfied to finally have something solid to sit on. ]
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from their new vantage point, the residential district looks even less recognizable than it had been before rin had set out. clearly whatever force had caused the flood in the first place hasn't yet settled.
rin dips his feet in the water, dragging them lazily back and forth. ]
Yeah, keep that up and I won't offer to teach you to swim.
[ it's an offer in and of itself, a fact mad clear by the curious look rin slants in heine's direction.
it wouldn't be the first time he's had to teach a difficult student, after all. ]
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unlike rin, heine sits with legs crossed, contact with the wretched element distanced as much as allowable. he was fairly sure his bones were drenched at this point and he never thought he would be grateful (too strong a word even now) for anything to do with the collar, but the metal wasn't one to rust. that saved him for a few problems. his guns, however, less so. but it isn't like he has anything dry to start cleaning them now.
a chill runs along the spine, and the white bandage is useless, as it clings and restricts and rasps against it and heine is pulling it off with a grunt. at the very least, with rin, it wasn't a thing to be hidden any longer. ] What makes you think I want to learn?
[ seriously, rin! ]
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when heine shifts to remove the bandages, rin grants the exposed collar a glance, but nothing more. stare at something long enough, no matter its implications, and it becomes commonplace. ]
It's a good life skill to have.
[ the idiot is implied. what if this flood isn't temporary? ]
I'm an excellent teacher, too.
[ he's confident in his ability to teach, but the smirk he's wearing says much about other aspects of the motivation behind his offer. namely: aforementioned hilarity, which rin isn't quite ready to let go. ]
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kind of made him want to throw up.
oh wait, no. it's the smugness in rin's voice. ] So is holding a knife the right way, but boy was I wrong.
[ a jab for a jab, right? though if anything at all, it is him calling attention back to the stark difference between their perception. to rin a gun without use is fulfillment enough, while to heine that is an obscure loss, a waste. even though it will take longer for honest understanding of that, acknowledging this was good enough. so the retort, it's half-hearted at best, but he wasn't going to let the all-too-glib companion have the last laug, was he?
excellent teacher he says, and heine does not doubt the validity of that, despite any contradiction he might jibe out. it's why even now there's nothing but a passive glance offered at that statement for the beat of marked silence, a shadow unimpressed, a shadow agreeing. but still...letting someone teach him?
that was a new experience old dog heine couldn't picture well at all. for either of their health. ] And you what? Don't have anything better to do?
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Like what? Getting eaten by a dolphin?
[ considering that his place of work is underwater and he's yet to find something in its place, the hours have taken upon a sheen of perpetuity.
it's not that there's nothing to do: they've been busy, setting up a shelter, finding edible food, making sure they didn't have to sleep out in the cold.
but that's not the sort of shit that calms the mind. swimming - teaching heine to swim, knowing that heine won't be wiped out by the potential of another flood - that has the gravity of meaning behind it. something only rin matsuoka can do.
maybe it's a selfish thought, but it's one of the first times since rin arrived here that he's felt the weight of his presence. ]
Nah. I'd rather brave your shitty attitude.