(The shove startles them enough that they just stare at Raqio, blinking.
A smug birdlike face, a look of pity...
Their whole face scrunches up in offense.) Why the fuck would I pity you, asshole! You're-(A moment of hesitation, where they almost seem to say a very different word.)-privileged in ways I'll never be!
(Human. Accepted, even if they don't easily make friends. Body unmarked by torture and slavery.
Can't they see how good they have it?
They look away again.)
You're the one thinking about not making it to thirty and talking about never seeing people again.
[It's not something they'd ever deny. That was why Raqio could so confidently say it about themself in the first place. But for some reason, hearing it spit back to them like that- it's irritating, and they want to rebuke it, but there's no arrow in the quiver. Unless looking even more angry counts.]
Why would I want to live to thirty? If this is a glimpse at what that looks like- bitter, claiming to be all but dead already -why would I ever want to maintain this charade?! [They make a swiping gesture, pent up enough to need to exert it, but not exactly well-versed in like. Hitting things or people.] At least I can accept I killed him, accept that responsibility enough to want to avoid others getting tangled up in it- that never seems to work, but I'm... [They shake their head, harshly enough to basically shake their shoulders too, turning back to the roof's edge.] ...I'm not sticking around just to make a further fool of myself.
[...some spiteful part of them wants to try and jump in to the bushes again, but without the same manic energy from before, the fear seizes before they can even make more than a thought to the idea. Instead, they push through the freeze, trying to keep their chin up as they storm over to the roof ladder.]
(It doesn't count. In fact, Chris doesn't even bother to try and dodge the swing--it's not like Raqio's got enough strength behind them to make a hit count... if they even intend it to connect--though their face does contort into their own mask of fury as Raqio goes on.)
You little shit! Don't you even run away! (They get up and follow, ready to yell at Raqio some more.)
[Fine, they'll just argue next to the ladder's lip, then. Nothing terrible can happen, having emotionally charged conversations-
Nope. Not even as a bitter joke, the sour thought is enough to have them scramble to the ladder and slip down two rungs, glowering up at Chris before they finish going down. Their room's not far from the fire escape ladder, so if worst comes to they can just book it for the door-]
And why not? You're clearly finished listening, and so am I! [They gesture a dismissive wave at their head; the bandage headband is starting to spot a tiny bit, barely enough to notice but enough that they want to itch at it.] If you want to finish this lovely heart to heart, then you can wait 'til tomorrow- I'm going to bed. [...its like. Barely evening. They are ignoring this.]
(The moment Raqio is down the ladder enough for it to be safe they're gonna climb down after them. Fuck you child, they'll stand at your door and yell if they have to!)
[Once it's clear that Chris is stubbornly following after them, they waste no more time- they dash over to their room door, unlocking it and turning back towards Chris to say something scathing-]
I grew up on a space ship, what does time have to do with anything?
[ The second the door opens, a familiar orange-gloved hand darts out in a practised motion: Someone pulls Raqio's shoulder sharply backwards to get them off-balance, then twists their arms behind their back and uses their own body weight to throw them to the ground. ]
[ The last thing Chris probably sees, before the door slams shut and both Raqio and their attacker hit the deck, is Setsu's face. Both the young soldier's expression and their thoughts radiate the same thing: Fuck this bird for real.]
(They sense the hint of dangerous intent just as Raqio is opening the door and rush to stop them.)Wait-(Only for Setsu of all people to attack Raqio the moment the door is open, pinning them and shutting the door before they can even fully react.
Fuck! This is why you don't let anger take over in a fight!)Raqio!
(They're going to punch the door at least once before they give up.
This isn't over... but it's clear that they're not the only one who has a bone to pick with the little jerk.)
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Date: 2026-04-10 12:42 am (UTC)A smug birdlike face, a look of pity...
Their whole face scrunches up in offense.) Why the fuck would I pity you, asshole! You're-(A moment of hesitation, where they almost seem to say a very different word.)-privileged in ways I'll never be!
(Human. Accepted, even if they don't easily make friends. Body unmarked by torture and slavery.
Can't they see how good they have it?
They look away again.)
You're the one thinking about not making it to thirty and talking about never seeing people again.
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Date: 2026-04-10 01:00 am (UTC)Why would I want to live to thirty? If this is a glimpse at what that looks like- bitter, claiming to be all but dead already -why would I ever want to maintain this charade?! [They make a swiping gesture, pent up enough to need to exert it, but not exactly well-versed in like. Hitting things or people.] At least I can accept I killed him, accept that responsibility enough to want to avoid others getting tangled up in it- that never seems to work, but I'm... [They shake their head, harshly enough to basically shake their shoulders too, turning back to the roof's edge.] ...I'm not sticking around just to make a further fool of myself.
[...some spiteful part of them wants to try and jump in to the bushes again, but without the same manic energy from before, the fear seizes before they can even make more than a thought to the idea. Instead, they push through the freeze, trying to keep their chin up as they storm over to the roof ladder.]
Featuring entirely new permutations of being incredibly bad at communication!
Date: 2026-04-10 02:08 am (UTC)You little shit! Don't you even run away! (They get up and follow, ready to yell at Raqio some more.)
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:18 am (UTC)Nope. Not even as a bitter joke, the sour thought is enough to have them scramble to the ladder and slip down two rungs, glowering up at Chris before they finish going down. Their room's not far from the fire escape ladder, so if worst comes to they can just book it for the door-]
And why not? You're clearly finished listening, and so am I! [They gesture a dismissive wave at their head; the bandage headband is starting to spot a tiny bit, barely enough to notice but enough that they want to itch at it.] If you want to finish this lovely heart to heart, then you can wait 'til tomorrow- I'm going to bed. [...its like. Barely evening. They are ignoring this.]
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:27 am (UTC)(The moment Raqio is down the ladder enough for it to be safe they're gonna climb down after them. Fuck you child, they'll stand at your door and yell if they have to!)
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:33 am (UTC)I grew up on a space ship, what does time have to do with anything?
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Date: 2026-04-10 02:45 am (UTC)[ The last thing Chris probably sees, before the door slams shut and both Raqio and their attacker hit the deck, is Setsu's face. Both the young soldier's expression and their thoughts radiate the same thing: Fuck this bird for real. ]
[ Hi Chris! Bye Chris! ]
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Date: 2026-04-10 03:04 am (UTC)Fuck! This is why you don't let anger take over in a fight!)Raqio!
(They're going to punch the door at least once before they give up.
This isn't over... but it's clear that they're not the only one who has a bone to pick with the little jerk.)