NAME/ ALIAS: jo BIRTHDAY: november 4th GENDER: female RELATIONSHIP STATUS: @sunstide​ is my gf ♥ ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio SIBLINGS: two younger sisters and a younger brother PETS: an australian shepherd named apollo TIME: 9:27pm TYPE OF PHONE: google pixel 3a xl LOVE OR LUST: love LEMONADE OR ICED TEA: iced tea CATS OR DOGS: cats COKE OR PEPSI: coke DAY OR NIGHT: night MAKEUP OR AU NATURAL: natural but only because i’ve been too lazy to put on makeup for years and i have very sensitive skin MET A CELEBRITY: most recently i met the members of the band hands like houses CHAPSTICK OR LIPSTICK: chapstick LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: palace by brockhampton

                  come tomorrow he’s going to feel awful about all of this. not just because he never lets himself go like that, but for the woman involved, even the sleazy asshole who tried to claim her as property. he could have killed him, had neptune not been there to snap him out of it. maybe not, maybe sun has enough self restraint, but he’s unsure. he’s never been that low before, never let himself touch that place before so it’s hard to tell. the not knowing scares him. he decides to not think about it, and lets neptune gather him up and guide him back to the nearest tram station. 

                 he’s quiet on the way back. he lets neptune do the talking for their tickets, when they get back. he checks in with sage, tells him ‘sun’s not feeling well’ and that they’re turning in early. sun’s present enough to gather all that. he’s here in his head, but he doesn’t know what to say. what to do. all he can think about is how he reacted, and how guilty he feels. 

                 neptune helps him strip while he runs a warm bath. the steam in the bathroom helps. eventually, the two are in the water, sun’s knees tucked near his chest as he sits in the warm, soapy water, mistrali at his back as he runs a warm washcloth over his skin. when he touches the scar at his shoulder, sun’s muscles there twitch. 

                 he’s said nothing else the entire evening. not a peep. but as the blood cleans from under his fingernails, finally simian is sighing heavy, “he used to take loans from sharks in the city so he could bet on stuff. anything. dog races, sports, all of it. i was really little when he came over one night. it was super late so i pretended to be asleep. he was….he was crying. he was scared. apparently he lost a lot, way more than he could ever pay back. ma told him it would be ok, and that they’d figure it out,” like she always did. taking care of everyone, even those who don’t deserve it, “turns out the guy he owed ran a strip club. just like that one. specialty was ‘exotic’ faunus.”

          it’s unusual for them to be this quiet. usually they’re a little too talkative, always chatting about something or another, showing each other pictures of dogs on their scrolls while they catch up on the social media they missed out on during their shift or whatever else. that doesn’t feel appropriate right now, though, and he can’t think of anything he could possibly say to alleviate the situation--for now, neptune remains silent, allowing sun some time to silently process what he’s just been through. if they’re going to talk, they should probably do it in private, anyway.

          he makes sure to touch the blonde as often as he can, holding his hand while they walk, wrapping an arm around his shoulders on the train, gently touching the back of his shoulder as he leads sun into their room and toward the bathroom. it isn’t until they’re finally in private that he even says ‘let’s take a bath,’ and by that time they’re already nearly at the bathroom door.

          once the bath is run and sun is in it, neptune makes quick work of his own clothing, only now noticing that he’s abandoned his jacket back in town. oh well, vacuo is too warm for it anyway--he’ll get something else to wear, eventually. he slips into the hot water behind his partner and, still quiet, begins to help him wash up, wetting the skin of his back with slow, gentle movements. the mistrali perks up a little bit when his partner begins to speak, but doesn’t say anything in return right away; he just listens, fingers gently stroking through the dampened fur of his tail.