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katalinator:

“No way man, I’m a dude of honor, and a dude of honor always kisses his homies back.”

“Anyway, what’s your name?”

         ❛ is that true? guess i’m learning a lot today. i’m sun, and you? ❜

“Ch’yeah bro. You always gotta kiss your homies back. Show them you care. Sun? Like...” He takes a moment, blinking as he points up to the sky. “Dude, sick.”

Aw, yeah! Another man of culture! 

“Oh? You mean…” It probably looked (and most definitely was) rehearsed, the way Travis so quickly spun around to meet the compliment-er- the way he adjusted said shades to perfectly flash that little sparkle of sunshine. “These?” 

What a nerd. 

“They’re custom-made, buddy, and out-of-this-world in more ways than one! I’ve had ‘em with me through thick and thin for years, and they’ve blocked everything from UVs to bullets without even a scratch!” Seriously, Santa Destroy’s eye-wear technology was severely underrated. 

Lowain’s brows raise as the man spins around, adjusts his shades at the same time, and all he can really do is let out a low whistle, brows still raised as he claps his hands. An audience of one. 

His attitude might be off putting to others, but to Lowain, this guy was the coolest dude he’d met here by far.

“Dude, I won’t lie, I got like, no idea what most of what you said means but...”

         that was a totally normal reaction, right?

         ❛ aw thanks, bro. you really shouldn’t have. ❜

“No way man, I’m a dude of honor, and a dude of honor always kisses his homies back.”

         ❛ thanks bro, i knew it. you can have one too. as a treat. ❜ and he pecks his new homie on the cheek.

Lowain gasps a little as this total-stranger-turned-new-homie kisses him on the cheek, his face flushing lightly.

“Bro bro bro, please. I cannot let this slide without like slippin’ you one too, that’s only fair.

“How do clocks communicate, you ask?”

dramatic silence, build up, a choked attempt to stifle his own laughter–

“–they tock to eachother!”

A blank stare...like the wheels are turning but then.

There was few things in the world Lowain couldn’t face - and today, it was a large spider. He’s trying to walk down an alleyway, cuz it’s a quick shortcut to get to where he wants to go. But there’s a huge spiderweb across the way, from side to side of the alleyway, and one of the largest spiders Lowain was ever seen in the middle.

How tragic to be a chef, stuck in an odd place, where you couldn’t remember where the closest grocery story is. Lowain lay in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up at the sun as though it wouldn’t destroy his retinas, bemoaning his situation.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to like, just be staring at a dude you’d never met before on the street, but Lowain had never seen fashion like this. He blinks a couple of times, his jaw hanging slack dumbly before he starts moving forward, then calls out - 

Hearing the stranger give such a limp response only compounded Majima’s confusion. What was it about this guy that attracted him? Majima got the feeling that if he tried to smack the guy he would either start crying or be instantly knocked out cold. Still, the urge to fight wouldn’t subside no matter how much he tried to reason it away. His gut had to be onto something. Maybe this guy was secretly a fighting demon who just had a mismatching, wishy-washy personality? 

Instead of charging in guns blazing like he had planned, Majima decided a new tactic was in order. He shot the stranger a disarming smile.

“Hey, I get it, man. We’re all just tryin’ to have a good time! Some of us just got a…different definition of fun, y'know?”

“All I’m askin’ is that you show me how strong ya are. Then I’ll leave ya alone.” Majima raised his hands, motioning with his fingers for the man to approach him. “Just throw a punch at me as hard as ya can. I won’t even hit back, promise! Just keep it above the belt.”

In truth, Lowain was someone who enjoyed fighting and sparring under the right consequences. How else were you supposed to keep your body lookin’ rad and your muscles totally jacked? But now he’s like, getting really confused. This guy was totally ready to leap on him and so Lowain had gone on the defensive, but now, the guy was chilling out?

Maybe Lowain’s super cool guy attitude was rubbing off on him. Made enough sense. He raises his brows at the proposition, pouting his lips as he hums, considering it. He couldn’t deny that some people had fun in different ways. What he had fun with wasn’t always what someone like, a hot lady knight would think was fun. He knew that.

So what the hey, this was valid enough.

“Okay, I’m in. But like, don’t be laughin’ at me if it’s not what you expected, kay? I’m more of like, a magic and daggers kinda guy, so my punches ain’t that great. So like, long as you agree on that--”

Lowain took the opportunity of the man possibly having his guard down to take his hit, aiming to slug him across the face, which was...maybe not the best place to aim, but too late! They were already here! 

Should his punch land, it would connect with his jaw, with a surprising amount of speed and force behind it for what a lithe little cat man he was. 

Time in this place was fun and all, but every day without his bros only got darker. It was weirdly lonely, to be used to going everywhere in a trio, your bestest bros by your side, always echoing your every word, your every thought, your every moment.

Then suddenly they were gone, like the wind, and there was nothing you could do about it. Totes a bummer, man. Like, at least there were some familiar faces, but would anything ever really make up for his two bros? He doubted it.

The Erune walked sadly down the road, kicking at dirt, at little rocks, anything to make him seem more distracted and sad and like, maybe someone would ask him what was wrong? Lowain walked for at least a half an hour with no attention from anyone, but what he found at the end of his path was even better.

His eyes widened, his brows raising, his heart feeling light as his feet took off, carrying him to her. A familiar face, the love of his bro Elsam’s life. But like, weirdly smaller? It didn’t matter.