happy wmonday i'm taking shots in the dark here. fail, damn, switch, station, and crack?
happy wmonday, brought to you by all of these words except switch apparently
âso youâre free tonight?â shaq tries not to sound too hopeful. they can tell that they failed when edric smirks at them, but at least he doesnât seem to mind.
itâs weird, he thinks, that theyâve definitely met face to face on a blaseball field before, and neither of them remembers it. weird that he never quite registered shaq torres of the hades tigers (and formerly the seattle garages) existing until the grand siesta, when everyoneâs doing their damndest to avoid thinking about blaseball.
also station and crack happen to appear in the same scene so
âgeez,â edric says, exhaling the word as they crest the staircase of the train station and exit into hades proper. itâs humid here, far more humid than chicago, and theyâre already starting to sweat under their jacket. âi mean. that, uh. i thought we were done with all that.â
âme fuckinâ too,â shaq mutters. he swears more when heâs nervous. edricâs noticed that.
edric squeezes his hand again, and pointedly doesnât let themself think about the two former pods who landed in chicago after day x. if they can do what quitter apparently just did - well, edricâs probably safe, being on a team with them and all. but that doesnât mean anyone else is. even the tigers, who are fireproof, have nothing against being shelled.
âhowâre you feeling about it?â they ask shaq, who grimaces in return.
âhow dâyou think?â
âhey, iâm your boyfriend,â edric says, barely managing to keep from tripping over the word. theyâre still not used to saying it. âiâm obligated to ask.â
âyeah, i guess.â shaq cracks the tiniest hint of a smile, and cards the fingers of his free hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. âi dunno, eds. it just feels - i feel like this isnât the worst of it yet.â