again&again

Ah, I see? {* she nods her head, before adjusting the scarf that is around her neck} Eh, it’s been the same really. Just been eating, sleeping and playing video games. Everything is the same besides an influx of people I don’t know going to the academy. What about you?

... influx of people. Huh. That's odd. ['pulls his lip over to the side, a small 'tsk' noise passing his pursed lips] I'd go back, really I would, but I don't... think I'm up for the commitment. Might just skip all the classes again. [`huffs softly] I've been working. No more, no less.

And that’s my fault? {* she scoffs and rolls her eyes}  You’re the that randomly disappeared and dropped on the face of the planet. If anything I should be the one saying that, you creep. Anyways, it’s nice to see you? I guess. Did you die or—

[`scrunches his nose up to the side, raising a brow slightly at the female, sporting his usual expression, devoid of emotion] I might as well have died, I'll tell you that. How have things been?

A small smile formed at her lips at his answer. See, there was something good about being the manic one, the one who liked to do things without thinking it thoroughly first. His hands felt rough, probably due to years and years of murder, but it was comforting, and it only took a few maneuvers to intertwine her slim fingers with his. “Is it weird?” She asked, giving his hand a little squeeze, yet her eyes were still focused elsewhere, desperate to hide her blushing cheeks from the male.

he continued to tweak those few strands in his fingers, chewing on the inside portion of his lower lip before he fully grasps the situation— and at it, he furrowed his brows together, creases embedding on his forehead. "it is weird. let's... let's not." he weakly pulled his hand away, almost immediately shoving it into the pocket of his jacket instead. while concealed inside his pocket, his fingers curled up against his palm, nose scrunching up slightly. the feeling of her hand in his lingered, as if his skin had memory— and, needless to say, that moment not too long ago was a fond one, no matter short.

"Ice cream." She repeated the treat, a small, happy reminder of the time they had spent together as roommates. After all, if they weren’t hot on each other’s throats with glinting blades or guns, they were out for the cool concoction. Shaking her head, she followed suit, before getting the craziest and most manic jolt that made her slip her hand upon his on a whim. "Don’t…" Her face was turned away, the blush on her face obscured by her brown and pink locks. "…Ask."

his eyes widened, as he inhaled sharply through his nostrils. when was the last time he felt that uncanny type of heat to rush all throughout his system? it's been far too long. he shifted his head to the opposite side as well, almost in sync with when she did, his free hand moving upwards to tweak on a few strands of his bluish-grey hair in between his thumb and index finger. "okay..." he trailed off, keeping his gaze particularly off her. and then, silence took over him. his mind was occupied by a single thought— her hand was really soft.

He never changed; always one to take orders from her. She didn’t know if she would find it endearing or annoying, the fact that a merciless assassin such as he turned into such pliable putty at her hands. Then again, the same could be said about her. Sometimes. She put her leg down, her gaze bored, hiding whatever intent she may have had in posing that dangerous question. “Maybe. You have any better ideas for a reunion, dumbfuck?”

perhaps how they were would be never changing. there were moments when he felt that somehow, they could make this... relationship of theirs, no matter how odd, work. but majority of the time, there was probably this mutual feeling of wanting to stick knives into each other's throats— at least, so they say; so their little façades imply. "ice cream." he plainly said, turning on his heel and walking forth, hoping genuinely that she'd be following behind.

This was getting annoying. It had been months, long months even, and the first thing they do is get at each other’s throats. Is this really how their supposed pair was going to end up as? “Peachy.” Slightly pissed, and with arms crossed over her bosom, the ker raised her leg, landing a soft kick against the other’s stomach, and letting her shoe linger there. “So. What are we doing?”

at the query raised, the oneiroi was taken aback. his lips parted, about to sound out his being confused as well, but his train of thought was stopped by the pressure settling on his stomach. he did not jerk back— even if he was completely capable of it— allowing her to do as she pleased. it had always been like that anyway. "No idea." he said in a breath, finally taking a step back, away from her. "Should we stop? It's weird."

(/she rolls her eyes, shaking her head at the other’s mannerisms) Yeah. Creative. (/her tongue darts out to lick at her bottom lip, hands on her waist as she continued to speak) So…Uh… ‘Sup?

[`his teeth grit momentarily, though a huff seeps through] Yeah. Creative. [`he repeats in a tone obviously meaning to mock, his eyes averting to the side, arms folding over his chest] I'm okay. And.. you?

(/ clicks her tongue on the inside of her cheek, looking heavily bored as always ) What, were you expecting a hug? Hello, dumbfuck.

[`sniffles, scrrunching up his nose and lips to the side for a brief moment] Well, no... [`trails off, shoulders raising into a shrug, looking at you blankly] Bitch.

…Weren’t you supposed to go and clean my room.

[`swallows thickly] Well. That's one way to greet me after months of not seeing each other. Hi, Soo.