tampered | Log; ongoing

When; Right after this thread.
Rating; PG-13 for language, at the most.
Characters; Sakuya Kira

noswordjokesplz and Setsuna Mudou

sin_sacrum
Summary; Setsuna thought he would never see Kira again, and now they're going to reunite, as far as he knows, for the first time in months.
Log;
Annoyed at his Senpai? What?

Before he was even eagerly out the door and headed for the living room of the firehouse, Setsuna had already forgotten any trace of minor, and mostly playful, irritation Kira had brought on. All of it melted away at the thought he would get to see Kira again, even if he wasn't exactly alive.... Right, he had to get an explanation of that, too.

When Setsuna finally figured out where the living room was in relation to where he had been, the blond stopped short and stared at Kira for a while. The whole thing still reeked of surreal dreams, so much Setsuna clenched his hand into a fist, digging his short nails into skin, long enough to leave red impressions, hard enough to almost cut through. Only when Setsuna was sure the pain was real did he say, "Senpai," and rush forward to throw both arms around Kira.

"It feels like forever. Too long," Setsuna muttered. "Way too long."

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Kira didn't think the piercing subject need be further discusses, so he didn't comment on that any further either.

"That's true. You've always been such a goody-two-shoes." Again, Kira teases, this time in part to avert Setsuna's thoughts from the subject of his and Katou's deaths. Wouldn't do to invite potential emo.

It took Kira a few moments to figure out what Setsuna meant by his last question, in which he took another deep drag of his cigarette. "I don't know. Maybe some unlikely wise realization will hit us while we're at it."

With the piercing subject left behind, Setsuna finally turned back to Kira to half-jokingly argue, "Have not," and stick his tongue out. "I'm still skipping classes without you, so there."

Setsuna completely doubted Kira's words, but as he had nothing else to amuse himself with at the moment, he laid back once more and stared at the ceiling, puffing small clouds. He let this go in silence for a moment, then, plainly, told Kira, "You're full of shit." Then a smile sprouted. "But I already knew that."

Not done with the cigarette yet already tired of it, Setsuna stopped inhaling the thing and asked Kira, "You gonna tell me how to get around this City, or do I have to figure that out for myself? And where is Katou's room in this place?"

Kira raised an eyebrow, all the while blowing circles of smoke out of his rounded lips. "Are you even still going to school? Because if not, it doesn't count."

Full of shit, he said? "Stooping to insult? That's a sign of running out of arguments, you know." And he countered the smile with yet another smirk of his own.

"His room is right next to mine. I can show you, if you want. As for getting around, you usually just have to think of where you want to go. City's weird like that."

He was, just not the same one he used to go to with Kira, so easily Setsuna responded, "Sara would probably skin me alive if I dropped out, so yeah, I am," and smirked. Won that one (in his own mind).

But naturally, he completely lost the next point and stuck his tongue out at Kira again. "So? I wasn't aware we were arguing. Maybe you're just too competitive." Really, it was Setsuna that was the competitive one, and he knew it.

"Yeah, show me," Setsuna urged, getting off the couch and reaching to jerk Kira up by one hand. That is...until Kira said the City would just take you wherever you wanted to go. The kid stopped on that and stared blankly as he asked, "What the fuck kind of place is this? And I still don't know what places there ARE to think of them."

And just in his own mind, really. Kira took great care to not let himself be beaten at any exchange of words. "Well, Sara's always been smarter than you."

Kira playfully flicked a finger lightly against Setsuna's head. "I'm not the one getting immature here." Granted, now he was the one doing the insulting, but he was not about to openly admit to it. It was all said in a teasing manner, anyway. Setsuna would know he didn't mean it that way, but probably bite and counter in an equal way, anyhow.

He was a bit taken by surprise when Setsuna yanked at him, quite strongly at that. He wasn't accustomed to this kind of casual contact anymore, it seemed. It wasn't so bad.
So he half let himself be jerked into a standing position, and half stood up by himself. "One that might very nearly top Heaven and Hell in points of utter weirdness. Guess I might as well give you a tour, while we're at it."

Then he started walking to lead the way upstairs.

"With books, maybe. But that doesn't make her really smarter than me," Setsuna hissed back, unable to come up with anything more clever than that. Which was fine, he was accustomed to losing to Kira in these pretend verbal spars anyway.

The "offended" place on his forehead got rubbed while Setsuna glared at Kira. "Of course you're not getting immature. You already were immature," he retorted, grumpily more because of the flick and his losing streak than anything else.

As for the energy and closeness, Setsuna couldn't help himself. He always had been openly affectionate, regardless of social standards, gender, and everything else that came with the territory. And time or none, Kira was his Senpai, and Setsuna was easily affectionate with him, forever and always.

He was also relieved at getting assurance of some form of a tour and quickly followed Kira to his room/Katou's room. "Who else is next to you guys?" the kid asked, following behind Kira on the stairs.

"She's got more common sense, too. It's good that you have her, really, else I might have to worry." But his expression did plenty to betray the fact that he was far from serious. Which was followed up by another jibe: "Only when I'm stooping to your level."

He began going upstairs, his leather soles making sharp sounds on the ground. "Well, there's no one living directly next to us..."

After which he explained a bit more about who lived who in the firehouse, to his knowledge, and showed Setsuna to his room.

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