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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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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.]