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will you be there up on the shore
Who: Shiro (
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What: A beachside Reunion
When: Early November
Where: The Shores
Content Warnings: Squid-related nudity
Today is one of those days he would have preferred to spend in the Orphanage. It's bitter cold, the sky a solid slab of steel grey, hanging low toward the buildings. Sure, he'd graduated to one of the heavier coats sold around town - but the wing keeps howling through the fabric. Cutting into it off the ocean.
Should have guessed it'd be brutal out here today.
Regardless, Shiro is once again patrolling the shores. He's seen new faces crop up on the network lately. It's that time of the month. He'd promised more than a few people he'd keep an eye out for their loved ones. It's the least he can do, considering he'd failed to bring his own across. Those thoughts aren't going anywhere any time soon. Not even after Vyng yanked him out of the surf and out of his head.
Or out of potential Return Of The Squid anyway.
He stops for a moment, pulling his hands out of his pockets to try and blow some warmth into his left hand. Maybe he should turn around. Maybe he should go back to the Orphanage and play jungle gym for the kids for a while. That'd help.
It looked as if there weren't many new arrivals today. Maybe even the squids were too cold.
One more failure of a day to add to the list, looked like.
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What: A beachside Reunion
When: Early November
Where: The Shores
Content Warnings: Squid-related nudity
Today is one of those days he would have preferred to spend in the Orphanage. It's bitter cold, the sky a solid slab of steel grey, hanging low toward the buildings. Sure, he'd graduated to one of the heavier coats sold around town - but the wing keeps howling through the fabric. Cutting into it off the ocean.
Should have guessed it'd be brutal out here today.
Regardless, Shiro is once again patrolling the shores. He's seen new faces crop up on the network lately. It's that time of the month. He'd promised more than a few people he'd keep an eye out for their loved ones. It's the least he can do, considering he'd failed to bring his own across. Those thoughts aren't going anywhere any time soon. Not even after Vyng yanked him out of the surf and out of his head.
Or out of potential Return Of The Squid anyway.
He stops for a moment, pulling his hands out of his pockets to try and blow some warmth into his left hand. Maybe he should turn around. Maybe he should go back to the Orphanage and play jungle gym for the kids for a while. That'd help.
It looked as if there weren't many new arrivals today. Maybe even the squids were too cold.
One more failure of a day to add to the list, looked like.
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He leans up against him as he eats contentedly, glad to be surrounded by something familiar.
"Glad to see our friends are keeping you fed."
If Takashi was left to his own devices he might starve.
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"Mako... was really concerned," he admits, folding his legs under him as he sits. "He came by a few times, after we all woke up."
Concerned because Shiro had, for all intents and purposes, been alone in this house. Been missing so many people.
"The orphanage will feed you, too, on your shifts. I was... I got by just fine."
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"Well, I'm here now. I'm no fantastic chef, but I can use our likely neglected kitchen at least."
He holds up some of the noodles to Takashi's mouth, demanding he eat some. He wasn't the only person in the room that needed to fuss over their partner.
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Too bad, the spicy mushroom sauce was really good. By the same token, it'd be for a good reason, rather than Shiro shaking off the young man's help. Which just reminds him... they need to tell their friends. Especially Will -
There are. Noodles.
In his face.
Naturally he just eats them, without even thinking about it.
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"So he makes regular stops by?" Adam contemplates this as he chews. That meant there probably wasn't a lot by way of groceries around. Adam would have to find out what the food situation was like around here and stock up a few staples.
"Who else is here at the house?" He'd need to keep numbers in mind while doing his food calculations.
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A nod. "He does, or I stop at his and Wu's place - they have a club now, by the way. The 'Racoon Room'."
As for who else was here... he exhales. "Well, there's the cat." His literal cat. Who has made himself temporarily scarce for the time being. "Lance and Hunk were for a little while... Now they're in and out. Vyng and his crew for a bit, too."
But for the most part - Shiro. A cat. And a ghostly lion omen.
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Because Adam could read between those familiar lines. He used his free hand to grab Takashi's and squeeze. I'm not going anywhere.
"Sounds like the cat's going to have to adjust to me being around then."
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They made it.
"Got used to you once. As... long as this is the last time he has to, I think he'll be okay."
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"I'm not going anywhere."
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Pull it over the both of them.
"I thought..." The words don't even come out. They don't want to. He thought those moments in the greenhouse had been it. One last grasp of something better, something that finally seemed to work, before the nightmare ended. "I waited. Joined the Wakers on the shore so I wouldn't miss..."
Anyone.
You.
"It felt like I walked away again."
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"You didn't. Even if I never came back, it wouldn't have been your fault."
He presses a light kiss to his temple.
"Stop taking the world's burdens on your shoulders, Takashi. You aren't responsible for the hell that place brought."
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You aren't responsible for the hell that place brought
He doesn't want to admit how much he wants to believe that. How much he desperately wants to cling to those words and hold them up against the barrage of disquiet in his chest. Instead, he just holds on, tightly.
"Thank you," is all he can manage to say. "I - missed this."
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It's progress.
Adam gives him a squeeze, relaxing in the safety of how well they fit together.
"I'm so glad we both made it here. Together. I told you I was more stubborn than that place."
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At this point, he's not sure what it's going to take to chase the thoughts permanently out of his head.
"More stubborn than a lot of things." It's said fondly. Some of the tension starting to ease out of him. Focusing on something else. "You'll hate the name. 'Trench'."
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There were many, many reasons why Adam was in the R&D branch of the Garrison. A foot soldiers life was a bit too... earthy for his tastes.
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It feels good to be here. To be talking like this. Like there's no grand fate or massive research undertaking at stake.
"The locals... they like us here. They know what we are, but still. They like us. They want us here, and they'll actually help however they can."
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"They definitely seem more friendly, but they could also be waiting for something. For all we know they're just glad we're here so they can sacrifice us to-- I don't know, a giant deer God or something."
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The deadpan repetition is incredibly skeptical. Partly because the deer had always been a good sign. A good omen.
"You know, I haven't actually seen any deer since we got here..."
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He absolutely does not give a self assured sniff to match his tone. Because he's an adult.
"Plenty of squids, though."
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Isn't he funny?
He exhales, slowly. Sometimes the Ravens seemed to be smarter than the average crow, but what does he know about birds?
"We haven't been attacked yet. Not like in Deerington."
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It wasn't a question.
"Fern mentioned some people had been beaten up since arriving here.. If you aren't being attacked, how?"
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"It happened last month," he says, finally. Averting his eyes. "I don't know why, or how, but - I felt useless." His voice actually stumbles, hitches, on that last word.
"Vyng says he found me on the beach. Cut up. But I don't remember going there. Or being attacked."
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He holds Takashi as he speaks, moving his hands across his back in slow, reassuring circles. I'm here.
"So nothing attacked you that you can remember. Just ... old wounds reopened? Perhaps both physically and symbolically then."
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He really has no idea. Nothing about that incident made sense. Vyng kept talking about a "Deadly-Do-Wright" but, honestly, Shiro couldn't tell anyone what that meant, in retrospect.
"We haven't been attacked. But things... keep happening. You'll turn up somewhere you didn't mean to be. You never tried to be." You never wanted to be...
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"Like those kids from the orphanage you mentioned? Going onto the roof and just appearing inside again?"
Was this place putting them in specific places for a reason? Or just a kid with an ant farm, experimenting?
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