#ofstarchild

Disney + Pixar Starters + @ofstarchild + x It was lucky for Yoosung's sake the two had a serious distance between them because otherwise, he just might have suffered a punch in the gut. “Wait, what do you mean nobody thought this plan through?!” he seethed. His cheeks burned with such ferocity he was shocked it didn't melt his headset right off his head. “You're the one who came up with the plan!! You’re telling me just now when we’re about to go to battle that you didn't think it through?!”

He pinched the space between his brows for several seconds, hearing only static and silence on Yoosung’s line as he took several deep breaths that were likely audible due to his microphone. Finally, when his irritation had calmed slightly, he lifted his gaze back up to his own avatar and Yoosung’s staring back at him on his computer screen. They looked just as dumb and confused as the pair were in real life.

“Please tell me you're not about to lead us into a death match knowing this is my third time ever playing this game,” he said. He almost added, ‘playing this game for you!’

Hello!

He didn't play this confusing game for his own enjoyment!

“Well, it's too late to turn back now, so you better be as good at this game as you say you are. You know I'm super under leveled and inexperienced, so if you march me to my death right now, then...”

He frowned slightly. “Uh, actually, I haven't really played this game enough to know what happens if you march me to my death, but if you do, you're buying me ice cream because this is bad for my anxiety!”

Of course, he had been instructed not to tell anyone and brainwashed into unnecessarily hating the RFA, but it was still hard not to feel at fault when the person who was most affected by it was standing here in front of him with such raw emotions. Saeran allowed the silence between the two to linger a few moments before pursing his lips. “She wasn’t all bad, you know,” he said finally. “I mean.. She was just really damaged, but I think the love she had for you was genuine, if that makes any difference to you.” He shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “Maybe it doesn’t make it any better, but there were a lot of times she told me she wished she could have left you out of it, and obviously she could have left you out of it and didn’t, so I’m not defending her, but I just mean I think she did care about you and love you in her own, uh.. way…” With a sigh, he mumbled, “Whatever that was.” He rubbed his hands together momentarily, unsure of how to move forward after such a heavy topic. “Um, but anyway, yeah, why don’t you show me where you keep your paperwork, and I can help with that.. Af-after we get Kyo situated, obviously.” Saeran quickly held out his arms to take the sedated cat from Yoosung’s arms and cradled Kyo in his own. Whether or not Yoosung was simply allowing him to carry Kyo to feel important, or whether it was actually in his best interest, Saeran couldn’t help but appreciate it regardless. He followed Yoosung quite closely, especially considering he definitely did not look like someone who belonged here. Although his cult tattoo was covered, as he tried to do as often as possible, his outfit just screamed ‘OUTCAST!’ The last thing he needed was Doctor Saebyuk throwing him out of here for dressing too emo or something. 

But he didn’t really have much time to process his own thoughts before Yoosung threw out his own truth bomb.“Y-you do?” he asked, eyebrows jolting up in surprise. He nearly tripped just on the air at Yoosung’s words. How could someone who had been so clearly shaken by the news of him carrying a gun carry a weapon…?

“Like, right now?” He asked, craning his neck to inspect Yoosung’s clothes. He scanned his clinical jacket pockets, his pants, and his back pocket for any signs of a weapon, before realizing how awkward and weird it was that he was technically (and accidentally) looking at Yoosung’s butt right now. Instantly, he averted his eyes. Hopefully, Yoosung was too focused on his work to notice. “I guess you do a pretty good job of hiding it; You don’t really look like you’re packing.”