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Who: Saitou (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
iaijutsu) & Okita (tuberculosis)
When: Backdated to when everything was getting frozen over, because I am still dead from December but this conversation was super overdue and needed to get posted already.
Where: Their apartment.
What: Some much needed clearing of the air about their respective CRAU baggage and that time they accidentally made out and whatnot.
Rating/Warning: Nothing yet. Will edit.
[Saitou has never been the kind of person to complain needlessly, and his first reaction to damned near anything is to 1) fix it, if it is a problem that can be fixed (or a problem that can be told to shut up, as the case may be), and if that fails, 2) ignore it.
The problem of the weather, despite his well-intentioned but clumsy attempts to coax something out of the heater, seems to be falling firmly in the category of Type 2 Problem.
But this isn't the first time he's been in an unfamiliar place that got unnaturally cold, and the results of that particular trick of the weather in Zelien don't instill a great deal of confidence in him that it is indeed a trick of the weather alone, or one that he can afford to simply ignore as he'd rather.
He spends nearly a full day trying, though - and the fact that he hasn't felt an overpoweringly irrational urge to set himself on fire is certainly a good sign, but it's not enough of one to be convincing, and by the end of the day, whatever barely-noticeable signs of slight discomfort he's been showing have given way to far more clear-cut uneasiness. (As clear-cut as anything ever gets with him, at least, but if anyone knows the signs, it ought to be Souji.)
He knows full well what he's going to open himself up to if he asks, but annoyance is the lesser evil, with the possibilities running through his mind right now, and so after another fruitless attempt to get the heater to turn back on, he - doesn't turn to look at Souji.
They're not that good at looking each other in the eye lately.]
...Souji.
Are you cold?
[Understatement of the century? It might be.]
iaijutsu) & Okita (tuberculosis)When: Backdated to when everything was getting frozen over, because I am still dead from December but this conversation was super overdue and needed to get posted already.
Where: Their apartment.
What: Some much needed clearing of the air about their respective CRAU baggage and that time they accidentally made out and whatnot.
Rating/Warning: Nothing yet. Will edit.
[Saitou has never been the kind of person to complain needlessly, and his first reaction to damned near anything is to 1) fix it, if it is a problem that can be fixed (or a problem that can be told to shut up, as the case may be), and if that fails, 2) ignore it.
The problem of the weather, despite his well-intentioned but clumsy attempts to coax something out of the heater, seems to be falling firmly in the category of Type 2 Problem.
But this isn't the first time he's been in an unfamiliar place that got unnaturally cold, and the results of that particular trick of the weather in Zelien don't instill a great deal of confidence in him that it is indeed a trick of the weather alone, or one that he can afford to simply ignore as he'd rather.
He spends nearly a full day trying, though - and the fact that he hasn't felt an overpoweringly irrational urge to set himself on fire is certainly a good sign, but it's not enough of one to be convincing, and by the end of the day, whatever barely-noticeable signs of slight discomfort he's been showing have given way to far more clear-cut uneasiness. (As clear-cut as anything ever gets with him, at least, but if anyone knows the signs, it ought to be Souji.)
He knows full well what he's going to open himself up to if he asks, but annoyance is the lesser evil, with the possibilities running through his mind right now, and so after another fruitless attempt to get the heater to turn back on, he - doesn't turn to look at Souji.
They're not that good at looking each other in the eye lately.]
...Souji.
Are you cold?
[Understatement of the century? It might be.]
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[He doesn't like the proliferation of machines; it's a little too close to the way guns are edging out everything he's already poured himself into, making his entire life irrelevant in the face of modern warfare. For not just swordsmen, but even things like the weather to be subject to machine control...
It's unnerving.]
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Is it the future, or is it just places like these, though? I don't think a machine that controls the weather is a terribly common thing otherwise. [if only because back in haven, even the people who came from more technology savvy futures seemed to be surprised about it and had to learn how to control it themselves. that counts for something, he thinks.
maybe he wants to hold onto some kind of hope, though. he already knows the future of their kind, of samurai, is one that will only live on as legends. surely, not everything else can give way to that too.]
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[It's not the kind of question that would ever have occurred to him to ask, and he does have to admit to himself that it's nothing he can imagine thinking to mention, if he were from somewhere that thought of it as normal.]
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[of course, haven was a run down piece of crap. and there were still a lot of basics that went over his head, but because of how things were, he learned quickly from others what he needed to know. it's different than here, where everything seems so well and beyond even that much that it leaves their heads spinning.]
Most there seemed familiar with that sort of thing. Here, it seems like even those types had a learning curve. [considering he's met some familiar faces that didn't remember him... and some who also came from haven too.]
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[Well, at least some of them weren't from this far, at least - he's gathered that much from Rei. But so many people were talking about things that were difficult to wrap his mind around. Like hacking and coding frequencies on the devices. Or nuclear radiation, which is still really weird no matter how he tries to slice it.]
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[not unless they can get some solid specific information on that type of thing. but even if they did... well, would it really matter much? they're here and it doesn't change much else anyway. it's not exactly the most productive thing to work towards unless they stumble upon it seeking out the bigger picture.
which is annoying in itself, of course. it's enough to make souji sigh a bit, which is followed up by a pretty big shiver.]
...It's getting worse. [and to that, he makes a face. the cold is getting out of control at this point, and honestly... it worries souji a bit. if not for his own sake, then for saitou's.]
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It is.
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We may have to see if there's somewhere warmer for us to go. It won't do anyone any good if we end up like two icicles under a blanket here. [not that souji really wants to move. it's cold out there, but how long can this really sustain them?]
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But that argument, he knows, isn't really holding any weight right now. (And isn't it worse to let what's happened rule his judgment like this?)]
You're right.
[Though for now, he just pulls that blanket tighter.]
...it would not be prudent to move until we have an idea of where we ought to be going, however.
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[okay, so maybe that's just a piss-poor attempt at trying to lighten the mood a little. souji can easily tell that the circumstances are troubling and distracting for saitou as it is. it's not as if sitting there and sharing a blanket in an already-cold room is doing them many favors, after all, and he still can't really breach the other heavy topic that looms over them.
this is the only way he knows how to cope, and boy, is he taking advantage of it right now. even if it's probably the worst idea ever.]