[KYRIAKOS][Day 113, late evening/night]

[trailofblood]

[after fluff bingo, he was heading back to his dorm with a new shard. . . before he remembers oh right I have a date??? and detours to catdorm instead. so he's still in full winter getup and somewhat soggy because snow]

[knock knock]

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[trailofblood]

[what if i want to forget it though]

[can't even respond to that right away because re: douchebaggy reality]

. . . I still wanna know what you remember. This is Knives we're talkin' about.

[the fate of the world hangs in the balance, literally]

[featherduster]

I already said I don't remember how it ended... so, what, you want a play-by-play of our fight?

[trailofblood]

If you're offerin', you could just save yourself the trouble an' show me the memory.

[featherduster]

[ Except then you'll lose all faith in him completely ha ha ha!!! ]

...

You won't like it. Why does it matter so much?

[trailofblood]

I know I won't like it, you wouldn't be tryin' so hard to brush off a memory like this otherwise.

I think the more pertinent question here is, why wouldn't it matter?

[featherduster]

[ He gives him a long, level look, while he decides how badly he wants this day ruined. But then, they just had several conversations about honesty and transparency and all that shit.

It seemed more glamorous then.

After a long moment, he pulls a shard out of his mirror and passes it along, wordlessly. ]

[trailofblood]

[looks down at it for a while before taking it and just. holding it. this doesn't feel like much of an achievement]

. . . I'll look later, when I put my new shard in. We're still in the middle of our date, after all.

[Shitty Date Conversation Topics: The Date]

[featherduster]

That's true. Let's just... not talk about home, this time.

[ WHEN HAS THAT EVER

EVER

ENDED WELL ]

[trailofblood]

[a good point]

[gets up to set both the shard and what's left of his udon aside]

What would ya like to talk about, then?

[featherduster]

Well... Star showed me what a snow angel is.

[ This is a positive topic, right ]

[trailofblood]

[hopefully]

Snow angel? Like a snowman?

[featherduster]

No, no, it's like -

[ He sets his own bowl aside so that he can flop across the bed and demonstrate the SNOW ANGEL TECHNIQUE ]

When you do that in the snow, and then get up, it leaves the shape of an angel!

[trailofblood]

[how dignified]

Huh.


Ya look ridiculous doin' it, but I can see what ya mean.

[featherduster]

How you look when you're doing it isn't the part that matters!

[trailofblood]

I know that. Ain't it cold to lie down in the snow, though?

[featherduster]

Well, yeah.

[ Said like: so??? ]

[trailofblood]

[you're making it hard to complain here!!]

Geez. . . You'll have to show me sometime.

[featherduster]

[ GOOD ]

Next time you wanna flop in the snow, you know where to find me!

[ And in the meantime he's not even gonna get up, he's just gonna stay sprawled on the bed ]

[trailofblood]

I'll keep that in mind.

[way to take up the whole bed, loser. continues standing]

[in fact he's pulling out a cigarette, he's smoked in here before so clearly it's always fine right]

Wonder how long this weather is s'posed to last. . .

[featherduster]

[ He watches him with a wrinkled nose, but ultimately doesn't chide him for it ]

Months, I would imagine.

[trailofblood]

The snow's nice an' all, just wish it didn't have to be so cold for it to happen.

[wanders over to look at the photo booth pictures from the fair, and pauses before lighting a match]

Oh yeah, I was gonna get a lighter.

[featherduster]

[ He rolls over onto his stomach, so that he can watch him for a minute ]

If you open the top drawer on the desk, I have one in there.

[trailofblood]

I don't want yours, I can get my own.

[since you hid that you had one like a jerk]

[featherduster]

Right, of course.

[ WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY, TOUGH GUY ]

[trailofblood]

[you and that face]

[strikes the match and cups his hand around the flame as he lights the cigarette even though there's no wind to blow it out indoors]

What kinda quest would ya give for that, anyway?