[OPEN] and it's an old scar

[burnmetwice]

WHO: Kazu and whoever he runs into!
WHERE: Heropa, nonresidential area
WHEN: November 22
WHAT: Kazu needs to clear his head after this drama happens so he decides to go for a run on his hyper-motorized skates. Don't get traumatized and ride kids.
WARNINGS: some background drama and also unsafe operation of a wheeled device going like 40 miles an hour. AN UNSAFE SPEED. Strong language. Potentially reference to violent imagery.


[Kazu had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

He'd laced on his Air Trek and jumped out the second-story window, and just hadn't stopped. Hit the ground, shifted his weight to kick the motor to life and took off fast enough to break the speed limit in the residential zone by... probably a lot. He had no idea where he was at for a long time; all he could see was the world torn down around him bathed in smoke and fire and slashed with red. All of the memories—his own and Tetsuo's kept replaying, one after another or mashed together in a slur of violence, pain, and fear. Fuck his head was killing him, throbbing sharply to the beat of his pounding heart. Maybe he should have taken one of those pain pills before he left, but he wasn't stupid. Right now, his body was on autopilot--adjusting his balance and weight into sharp turns, moving him around or over obstacles. Slowing down those reflexes even a fraction would be asking to get killed.

But that only occurs to him later, after who knows how long of just running. Somewhere near the takeout place he usually goes to, his head finally clears up enough for him to think he should maybe get the fuck onto the roofs before he runs into somebody like a dumbass. Which, of course, is exactly when he almost does.

He doesn't see who it is. He has just enough time for his mind to register PERSON!! and CAN'T STOP IN TIME before he has to spin tightly, avoiding collision at the absolutely last second. His balance and trajectory fucked, he's got nothing but momentum, which slams his hip into a bench hard enough to spin him again and leaves enough force to send him another few feet into the conveniently placed garbage can, sending them both sprawling. Flat on his back, he gasps out.]

Ohfuckow. [and then, still flat on his back:] ARE YOU OKAY.

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[iamtetsuo]

[Tetsuo hasn't really moved much since Kazu left him. All he's done is burrowed as best he could into the couch, feet draped onto the arm, face covered by a cushion, one arm listlessly draping down off to the side. He only moves when Kazu calls out, pushing himself back up with an arm and shoving pretty much most of the cushions off the couch in the process.

This is what you allowed into your house, Kazu.

Food... fine, he'll accept food. Even despite the general sick feeling in his whole body and deep pit in his stomach, food really does sound like a good idea.]

What'd you get?

[burnmetwice]

Chinese. Er. American Chinese, anyway.

[Slowly, he made his way over to the kitchen table and set the bag down, his movements heavy with exhaustion. Once the food is settled he drops into a chair and starts carefully pulling his AT off,]

I already ate, so it's all yours.

[iamtetsuo]

[Fine, he'll sit up fully, dislodging the rest off the couch as he does so. He'd... pretty much burrowed in there to try to shut out the world for a while, not that it helped. Couch successfully de-cushioned, he calls the bag over to himself, dragging it horizontally through the air into his waiting hands. If Kazu thought he had any intentions of getting up, he thought wrong. There's no mention of thanks, or even a grateful look or mention of repaying it. Tetsuo simply takes it, lifting things out of the bag to inspect them.

When did he last eat? He honestly doesn't remember. Probably yesterday? Could have been yesterday.

All the while, he avoids really looking at Kazu, trying to keep his focus on right here, right now, right there on the bag of food and its contents.]

[burnmetwice]

[Kazu leaves him to it for a few minutes, disappearing upstairs to grab his cleaning kit but coming back down right after and settling on the floor not too far away from Tetsuo. He could have taken a shower first--probably should have--or stayed upstairs to clean his AT but he felt obligated to try and subtly demonstrate he wasn't pissed or anything. Maybe he should be. But Tetsuo hadn't meant to hurt him anyway... it looked like he was suffering for it,

So while Tetsuo eat, Kazu lats out his AT and starts diligently cleaning them.]

[iamtetsuo]

[It's something with rice and chicken - Tetsuo isn't really paying too close attention to it. It's more than edible, that's all that matters.

There's a part of him that's still angry at Kazu - the hell did he agree for with that kind of stuff in that damn head of his? Another part of him's just glad that the guy came back down anyway. He's tired of being alone.

Hell, he's just tired.


His chopsticks rest on the plate, still holding a slowly falling apart mouthful as Tetsuo finally raises his head enough to watch him work. Kazu's explained AT briefly to him before, but typically, Kazu's pretty protective of them. He hasn't gotten that close a look. Pretty powerful motor, was all he'd gone into. Having gotten a small amount of practice horribly failing to get anywhere with rollerblades by now, Tetsuo's gotten a little perspective on exactly what Air Trek isn't.

Fuck it. The silence is even harder to take. He sounds unusually quiet when he does finally speak up, a little strained.]

...You said it has a motor.

[He'd be able to tell if it was any machine he knew a damn thing about, but these are freaking motorized shoes. To be honest, it bothers him now that he's actually thinking about it. He should have tried to work this all out months ago. Why didn't he?]

Friction or hub?

[It could be something else, but...where the hell would it even go otherwise?]