#zeroblck

w. @zeroblck

it was mostly enjoyable hanging out with zero, she enjoyed his company when she wasn’t around to watch over him and make sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid but that’s what happens when you’re with someone a few short years younger. tonight wasn’t really all that different but gemini was not technically in a bad mood. they had been there for awhile, sitting on the leather couches inside the club, swirling her hands from the tips of her fingers.

       "so childish. managed to get your drink all over the side of your mouth.” she teased, grabbing the free napkin on the table to wipe it clean for him.

zero was definitely drunk out of his mind, possibly not the first time this had happened so gemini was more definitely trying to keep an eye on him and even that was troublesome. she enjoyed the other’s company so she didn’t mind. “am i gonna have to play babysitter again? following your lead may not be the best idea right now unfortunately, as much as i want to. “ she breathes out, resting her hand on her palm.

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   he grunted as he dropped his weight back on the stand. he sat up from the bench, breathing a bit as he reached for his bottle of water, downing a good bit of it as he focused on his breathing. he rubbed his bicep, trying to sooth out the muscle fighting him. 

   speedy had been in the gym for nearly two hours now. the first hour was spent on the treadmill and the second was spent working on his arms. if he was anywhere but instead BLCKTMPL, he was certain his body would be at its limit, but if there was one thing they all had going for them, it was endurance. he had broke a sweat, but he wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet.

   he stood up from the bench, stretching his arms in and out as he walked around the bench for a moment, just trying to get some energy back.

   speedy wore a tight, black tank-top and loose black basketball shorts with black sneakers. he had a white towel around his neck, which seemed almost drastic with all the dark colors he was wearing, but it seemed to bring out his tanned skin. 

“Um.” 

One am. Tuesday. He had the next day off from the base and a boy settled into his couch. 

It was raining. Hard. 

“It’s 1:11.” Firecracker leaned against the arm of the couch, looking the boy over with pursed lips. He seemed like he wasn’t gooing anywhere. “But then again, my clock is fast so it’s probably only one.”

Small talk, something idle to fill the quite air between them. Quite, but not uncomfortable. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t want the other boy to go even. It was harder to sleep during rainstorms and lord knows he hasn’t been getting a decent amount of rest. 

(He never really did. It’s not a new thing, but it’s always a little better with someone comforting near him.)