January and February Catch-All

[good_mourning]

Who: Sunny and others
What: Catch-all for events in January and February
When: January and February
Where: Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: No warnings yet. Will put warnings in the headers of individual threads as they come up.

Comments

[centile]

[oh, that's nice to say... does mob believe it? well, he believes it a little more when other people say it. he has grown a lot, hasn't he? so that gets a vague perking up.

mari though, that gets a nod.] He's pretty harsh when he needs to be, but he's one of the kindest people I know. [besides the times he'd probably kill a man and not bat an eye, but that's just 13 year olds baby.

he wonders if mari was protective like ritsu could be. if maybe she could come here, and how sunny would feel about that.

complicated, probably.]

I miss it too. [a beat] We can have dinner together more. With Miss Makima, or maybe go to see Robby or sensei.

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Yeah... so was Mari. [Sometimes she could be too harsh, even. She was a perfectionist and sometimes expected the same from others. That was... not something that Sunny wanted to think about, though.

But oh, dinners. Despite the discussion, he somehow seems surprised that he's being offered to partake in them with Mob.]

I'd like that. [He pauses for a long moment.] You'll probably have to remind me. I'm not good about remembering to eat.

[centile]

I think being smart like that can be tough. Ritsu worries so much. [maybe mari was the same, he thinks. clever people expecting too much of themselves. that was ritsu.

and that makes mob nod. easy instruction, he could do that.] Okay. Maybe we can cook again, you were really good at it.

[he has. low standards to be fair but still, good stirfry.]

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[Sunny nods.] It's a lot to have on your shoulders. [How much did Mari worry? Sunny didn't know. Now he never would.

He blinks at being called a good cook.] Oh, really? You think?

[That was nice to say. Usually he just heated up old food in the fridge, so he was glad he was able to make something edible. And that someone else liked it. It felt good.

He has a light tinge to his face, before he pulls the covers off of himself abruptly and goes to search through is bag. Sunny doesn't say anything until he pulls out a photo album. The new one he'd just started.]

I wanted to show you something.

[centile]

[mob nods to that. a whole lot. he had no idea how much ritsu had on his shoulders for too long.

he needed to pay attention to people better. like sunny, who was going through so much.

he nods at being a good cook, then tilts his head at getting up and showing him something. he scoots over a little to get a look.]

A photo album? Is it from your home?

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I have one from home, but not this one. [Sunny says, opening the new photo album so that they both of them could see it.

So far it's pretty empty. There are only two photos in it. One is of the batcat they'd fed on the roof.

There's a description written next to it that reads: Batcats. They are both bats and cats. They feast off of blood and are both soft and surprisingly friendly. They are common enough that I'm hopeful I will get to see more.

The other picture is of Mob bending down to give the batcat a dish of blood. This description reads: Mob is giving some blood to the batcat. We are trying to find the best tasting blood for them. This one was pig's blood. It seemed to like it. If I had to guess the batcat would give it a 7/10 for flavor. ]

The photo album from home- my friend started it to keep good memories of us and our friends. I wanted to start one for here, too.

[centile]

[oh. mob loves this.

he leans in, looking over the pictures, a little smile for the bat cat one especially.] This is really good.

[extremely good. what a nice idea, a photo album. kind of like master's board full of pictures he started.] Can I help? I'll take pictures sometimes, if you want.

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[There is the slightest upturn of Sunny's lips at Mob's reaction. He's really glad the other teen likes it.]

Yeah, that's why I wanted to show it to you. I thought you could add pictures if you wanted to. [It would be nice to see what fun stuff Mob got up to when he wasn't around.]

[centile]

[mob's never taken pictures before. maybe that can be a hobby? he doesn't feel particularly strongly about it, but that's not new. he wants to be passionate about something. maybe it just needs time.

regardless this would be nice.] Maybe we can take some pictures with Miss Makima, or at Miyagi-do.

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[Sunny nods.] I'd like that. [A lot. Taking pictures and putting them in an album put him more at ease. It felt familiar.]

Thank you for wanting to be a part of it.

[centile]

Of course. We're friends.

[said very simply. it strikes him maybe he shouldn't assume that, but sunny was like tome, like hanazawa, like the club. like robby and miyagi-do. he used to be more unsure about these things but now he thinks he knows pretty well what friendship is, how he feels about it.

sunny is definitely a friend.]

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[Though it shouldn't surprise Sunny, it does. He stares at Mob for a second, before a slight blush appears on his cheeks.]

Friends. Yeah. [Friends!!]

[centile]

[he's looking at the book again though. ah, batcats. a good time.

a glance to sunny, then a tilt of his head.] Are you feeling sick again?

[surely that's not the happy blush of friendship and instead fever. obviously.]

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[The questions makes Sunny blink a few times, before he shakes his head.]

No, I'm fine. I'm just... happy. [An emotion he wasn't very used to anymore.]