[HELPING, he says. Shoot stares miserably across the room, finds no solace in fighting posters, then angles his head down at a marginally uncomfortable angle just so he can hide his face.
So what if this is uncomfortable and the only thing available to hide his face with is Knuckle's shoulder? He's genuinely more concerned about making sure no one can look at him. Not even posters.
He preferred pretending they weren't in the same bed...]
Haha-- fine, fine! Alright! I'm sleeping now, so go to bed!
[With a few last laughs, he finally manages to quiet down. Honestly, this is comfortable. Shoot's sheepishness is funny, this time, instead of just weird. And in a way, he really does want to break him from it. What's so bad about a hug here and there...?
Weird, that he's caring about that now.
This time, he does actually fall asleep, arms still wrapped tight around Shoot. At least his sleeping face is a lot more innocent.]
[Everything is bad about unsolicited hugs in bed!! Shoot thinks, but like the previous time, he lapses into silence instead. For a good while he's perfectly still, completely certain he won't be able to get to sleep and will have to invent a reason to disappear into his own room and lock the door later just so he can.
But once Knuckle is actually asleep, it becomes easier to relax. Ah- relax is a strong word, but Shoot soon finds the steady breathing of someone who happens to be wrapped around him- nice? Or... okay?
He doesn't want to put a word to it for some reason, but whatever it is, it pulls the tension out of his shoulders before too long. He's not sure what to do with his arm squished between them and curls his hand in toward himself, the last indicator of his nerves. It's not much longer after that, when he's looking at a poster instead of Knuckle's face again, that he does fall asleep, despite himself. He's going to blame the headache.]
[This time when Knuckle wakes up, it's not in any loud way. It's comfortably, a lot more warm, and with a slow blink and slight shift before he realizes how he'd fallen asleep. He almost wants to laugh right there, but seeing Shoot actually sleeping makes him feel... touched, in a way. So he could do with hugs, after all!
His head feels a lot less pounding than it did earlier, but he has a feeling it's his own experience in hangovers that has him getting over it so soon. Not wanting to wake up Shoot, and trying not to let his overwhelming emotions on them being Partners and Getting Along Better get in the way of being quiet, he pulls his arms back slowly, and quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bed for a few minutes at first.
Well, that happened. With one last look at the man, he sneaks off to go make some food. Now that he won't be stopped.]
[Shoot expects to be woken up abruptly and loudly, to be honest, so waking up naturally some odd minutes after Knuckle has left the room has him dazedly surprised, looking at that same poster again and wondering what time it even is now...
It takes him a moment to realize he's not looking past Knuckle at the poster and that Knuckle is thoroughly gone in general. That wakes him up all the way and has him sitting up, rubbing his head. Well, he feels better, at least. For a brief moment he assumes Knuckle leaving- leaving his own room, even!- is his fault somehow, like maybe he kicked him in his sleep or something-??
Or he could get up and go find out. He does, shuffling to the door and a little ways down the hall before he calls out,] Knuckle?
[Don't just leave him in the wrong room, he'll get freaked out again.]
[The minute he hears his name, he calls out cheerfully in response, so hopefully that should ease Shoot. If he finds him in the little half-kitchen they have, he'll find Knuckle in his ridiculous apron over his clothes, cooking up breakfast. Who cares if it's noon?]
I thought I'd make us some breakfast! Since we already slept. [Look at him looking all sly, like he beat the system.] How's your head?
[Ah, there he is. Shoot's bemused shuffling continues to the little kitchen, where he finds exactly what he expected to find from Knuckle in here. Giving him that look.]
It was better to sleep first. [He'll stick by that, as much as he says it rather distractedly. How can Knuckle be so casual?]
[The sleep, that is, but as he grumbles over the food about that, Shoot continues. And it's eventually enough to get Knuckle grinning and waving his spatula at him from where he is.]
Hahaha, good! Good! See? You just needed to relax! I'm feeling 100% better! [A pause, and he withdraws his spatula.] But I wasn't that bad to begin with, don't forget it!
[Knuckle takes this opportunity to finally sit down and their surely very tiny and lame table, with a Hmm that's very 'Hmm, yes, you sure showed me.' He's a delight.
A pause.]
Uh, how long was I...? [Totally passed out alone in his bed!! That's suddenly a lot stranger than being totally passed out with him there, ah.]
[He's just about done now, so he'll turn off the heat and get out some plates from their unbelievably small dish collection. Eggs, bacon, toast, what a hearty breakfast!]
Just a few minutes longer than me! [Why, is he bothered by it? Grinning a little slyly, he looks over, searching for this.] I knew it! You really wanted me to be there when you woke up, right?
[He's just trying to mess with him at this point. Revenge for that hum!!]
[Coming up from behind, he slaps his back with one hand and sets a plate in front of him with the other. There's already silverware set up and everything! What a wife.]
It's not a big deal. I'm just messing with ya. [So chill, dude. He moves back to get his own plate.]
[Don't smack him, he's still confused by all of this... It's probably the most jarring that he can still look Knuckle in the eye after being hugged to sleep - appreciate that.
Still, he'll take up his fork and vaguely consider the eggs without actually digging in. He's waiting... shh.]
Then don't bring it up... [if it's not a big deal!
[They were in the fridge, he'll never tell. But as of now, they're in the bag over on the table by the tv, which he nods to as he sets his own plate down.]
See? I didn't lose them! I just forgot about 'em a couple times.
[At least the books are safe... He looks over at the bag, wondering if he can just... sit around and read all day and nothing else. He might be staring a little longingly, ah.
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Well, it's good they turned up eventually.
[Eating in silence... ahem. Getting Along Better means he should make conversation, huh.] So... what are you going to do with the rest of the day?
[What's he going to do? That's a good question. He ponders this as he eats some of his food, realizing only now that he's sat down that he forgot the drinks like the lamer he is. Oh well.]
Not sure. [To be honest, he usually just wanders aimlessly until things happen. Or sometimes he'll have a Big Goal, but.] It's been a while since I've trained properly...
[The 'while' is since the Ant Incident happened, really.]
[Get a hobby, Knuckle... Shoot moves on to contemplating the toast, meanwhile.]
Hmm. [He can guess at the timing, somehow. Just a hunch.] I'd offer to help, but that's probably not an approved activity for someone just out of the hospital.
[Getting wasted, on the other hand— but really, he probably won't be physically up to par for a while yet. That's a little disappointing...]
[Which is a rare thing for him to say about training. Honestly, he really wants to. Really wants to!! But... he doesn't want to leave Shoot behind. So he's decided to himself, just now, hearing that, that he won't train until Shoot can!]
I wasn't drunk, but I did have a headache. [That's the excuse he's going for.] Hmm... Now I'm really not sure what to do.
[NO TOO LATE he's already made a secret promise to himself. As for this, though... reading. Ah, right. He gives a slow glance over to the books, and even if he'd picked up a couple for himself, he's more aware that he's not much of a reader...
As in, doesn't that sound really boring?]
Really? Already? [Well-- that... makes sense, he guesses.] Hey, Shoot, how many books do you read per month, anyway?
[Shoot gives him a quizzical look - already what? Why should he wait to read a book, what... else is it going to do but sit there?
But, hm,] I don't really know.
[And then mid-conversation he just decides he's too thirsty to sit here and ignore the forgotten drinks, so he's getting up to get them water. He'll add, at least, while he's over there,] It depends on free time... I could finish a single book in a day or two, if we didn't have other things to do.
[Knuckle looks at him in shock, and it's probably because he just calculated how many words per month that is, and that was a formula that he was expecting to use for a 3-4 books a month type schedule. But a book in a couple days...
It's nothing extreme, sure, but was this his main hobby?! The man super into math is confused by reading, amazing.]
Uhh, right... [What the hell does he say. He wants to try spending more time with Shoot, but he may fall asleep again if he tries reading for more than twenty minutes.] You really are in those things, huh? No wonder you're always hanging out alone.
[Ha, what?? He doesn't have any (other) friends, what else would he do all the time?
This honestly doesn't strike him as weird or boring at all, and he frowns a little in surprise at the look on Knuckle's face as he comes back with the water. Knuckle's going to have to take it himself when he offers it, because the other one is pinned between his arm and torso, leaving him totally incapable of putting one down without spilling the other. This talent has drawbacks.]
You did want to know. [hmph.]
It's peaceful. Reading, I mean. It's like... taking a break.
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i always do
So what if this is uncomfortable and the only thing available to hide his face with is Knuckle's shoulder? He's genuinely more concerned about making sure no one can look at him. Not even posters.
He preferred pretending they weren't in the same bed...]
Knuckle... Now will you go to sleep?
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[As if it's that easy... Well, but he's a lot more relaxed now!]
You sure you can sleep like this, though? You seem pretty anxious.
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I'll be fine when you stop talking about it and go to sleep.
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[With a few last laughs, he finally manages to quiet down. Honestly, this is comfortable. Shoot's sheepishness is funny, this time, instead of just weird. And in a way, he really does want to break him from it. What's so bad about a hug here and there...?
Weird, that he's caring about that now.
This time, he does actually fall asleep, arms still wrapped tight around Shoot. At least his sleeping face is a lot more innocent.]
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But once Knuckle is actually asleep, it becomes easier to relax. Ah- relax is a strong word, but Shoot soon finds the steady breathing of someone who happens to be wrapped around him- nice? Or... okay?
He doesn't want to put a word to it for some reason, but whatever it is, it pulls the tension out of his shoulders before too long. He's not sure what to do with his arm squished between them and curls his hand in toward himself, the last indicator of his nerves. It's not much longer after that, when he's looking at a poster instead of Knuckle's face again, that he does fall asleep, despite himself. He's going to blame the headache.]
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His head feels a lot less pounding than it did earlier, but he has a feeling it's his own experience in hangovers that has him getting over it so soon. Not wanting to wake up Shoot, and trying not to let his overwhelming emotions on them being Partners and Getting Along Better get in the way of being quiet, he pulls his arms back slowly, and quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bed for a few minutes at first.
Well, that happened. With one last look at the man, he sneaks off to go make some food. Now that he won't be stopped.]
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It takes him a moment to realize he's not looking past Knuckle at the poster and that Knuckle is thoroughly gone in general. That wakes him up all the way and has him sitting up, rubbing his head. Well, he feels better, at least. For a brief moment he assumes Knuckle leaving- leaving his own room, even!- is his fault somehow, like maybe he kicked him in his sleep or something-??
Or he could get up and go find out. He does, shuffling to the door and a little ways down the hall before he calls out,] Knuckle?
[Don't just leave him in the wrong room, he'll get freaked out again.]
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[The minute he hears his name, he calls out cheerfully in response, so hopefully that should ease Shoot. If he finds him in the little half-kitchen they have, he'll find Knuckle in his ridiculous apron over his clothes, cooking up breakfast. Who cares if it's noon?]
I thought I'd make us some breakfast! Since we already slept. [Look at him looking all sly, like he beat the system.] How's your head?
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It was better to sleep first. [He'll stick by that, as much as he says it rather distractedly. How can Knuckle be so casual?]
My... Better. I feel better. You?
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[The sleep, that is, but as he grumbles over the food about that, Shoot continues. And it's eventually enough to get Knuckle grinning and waving his spatula at him from where he is.]
Hahaha, good! Good! See? You just needed to relax! I'm feeling 100% better! [A pause, and he withdraws his spatula.] But I wasn't that bad to begin with, don't forget it!
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A pause.]
Uh, how long was I...? [Totally passed out alone in his bed!! That's suddenly a lot stranger than being totally passed out with him there, ah.]
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[He's just about done now, so he'll turn off the heat and get out some plates from their unbelievably small dish collection. Eggs, bacon, toast, what a hearty breakfast!]
Just a few minutes longer than me! [Why, is he bothered by it? Grinning a little slyly, he looks over, searching for this.] I knew it! You really wanted me to be there when you woke up, right?
[He's just trying to mess with him at this point. Revenge for that hum!!]
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What? [Does he have to say it like that, that's so- he didn't want to be sleeping in someone else's room because it's strange, not - Knuckle!!]
No! [harsh] I just wanted to know. Not- It's your room, so...
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[Coming up from behind, he slaps his back with one hand and sets a plate in front of him with the other. There's already silverware set up and everything! What a wife.]
It's not a big deal. I'm just messing with ya. [So chill, dude. He moves back to get his own plate.]
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Still, he'll take up his fork and vaguely consider the eggs without actually digging in. He's waiting... shh.]
Then don't bring it up... [if it's not a big deal!
Oh-] Did you find the books?
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[They were in the fridge, he'll never tell. But as of now, they're in the bag over on the table by the tv, which he nods to as he sets his own plate down.]
See? I didn't lose them! I just forgot about 'em a couple times.
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Well, it's good they turned up eventually.
[Eating in silence... ahem. Getting Along Better means he should make conversation, huh.] So... what are you going to do with the rest of the day?
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Not sure. [To be honest, he usually just wanders aimlessly until things happen. Or sometimes he'll have a Big Goal, but.] It's been a while since I've trained properly...
[The 'while' is since the Ant Incident happened, really.]
WHAT DID I DO TO YOU HTML
Hmm. [He can guess at the timing, somehow. Just a hunch.] I'd offer to help, but that's probably not an approved activity for someone just out of the hospital.
[Getting wasted, on the other hand— but really, he probably won't be physically up to par for a while yet. That's a little disappointing...]
you must have done something
[Which is a rare thing for him to say about training. Honestly, he really wants to. Really wants to!! But... he doesn't want to leave Shoot behind. So he's decided to himself, just now, hearing that, that he won't train until Shoot can!]
I wasn't drunk, but I did have a headache. [That's the excuse he's going for.] Hmm... Now I'm really not sure what to do.
i've angered a god somewhere
He eats a little more in silence, before he comes up with this not-offer:] I thought I'd read for a while.
clearly
As in, doesn't that sound really boring?]
Really? Already? [Well-- that... makes sense, he guesses.] Hey, Shoot, how many books do you read per month, anyway?
whatever i'm using this COOL ICON
But, hm,] I don't really know.
[And then mid-conversation he just decides he's too thirsty to sit here and ignore the forgotten drinks, so he's getting up to get them water. He'll add, at least, while he's over there,] It depends on free time... I could finish a single book in a day or two, if we didn't have other things to do.
[aka nerd]
Ah yes he's so cool i can't look away
It's nothing extreme, sure, but was this his main hobby?! The man super into math is confused by reading, amazing.]
Uhh, right... [What the hell does he say. He wants to try spending more time with Shoot, but he may fall asleep again if he tries reading for more than twenty minutes.] You really are in those things, huh? No wonder you're always hanging out alone.
[Well, when he and Morel weren't harassing him.]
when you say that with that icon
This honestly doesn't strike him as weird or boring at all, and he frowns a little in surprise at the look on Knuckle's face as he comes back with the water. Knuckle's going to have to take it himself when he offers it, because the other one is pinned between his arm and torso, leaving him totally incapable of putting one down without spilling the other. This talent has drawbacks.]
You did want to know. [hmph.]
It's peaceful. Reading, I mean. It's like... taking a break.
[A long break, with chapters. Shh.]
did it convey my completely honest feelings
maybe....
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i'm dyin
god these nerds
i can't deny i've faked reading a book in that exact way, also forces shoot to look casual for once
haven't we all faked reading a book in this way, YES SHOOT LOOK CASUAL
i'm pretty sure i faked my way through all of anne of green gables that way
lFDSMGLDSFGMDF gpoy me, except with all my lit books
oh.... my parents made me read anne of green gables... stares at hands
stares at you........
i sat there for hours and just pretended to read, idk why i thought this was a good idea
HAHAHAHA look the younger you are the harder it is to think about wtf you're doing shit for
they didn't catch me is the real joke
well that just makes you a pro
hmmmmmm
it's true!!! I am an expert on pros
a pro x pro?
im lEAVING
you started it
I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS
i think you did
shoves you over
goodbye
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random icon pls don't be too angry
laughin at ur icons
SHUT UP.... I have a paid again now but no neutrals, oNE DAY
continues to laugh
i cant believe I typed your instead of youre
shh no one will ever know
I WILL.... in my heart
look away....
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uses this icon forever I guess
talks to the back of his head forever i guess
pretty much. in this tag, knuckle is too emotional from reading twilight
that's only a little bit superlame
together they're full superlame
the comment count is 326.... the hands still have not touched... rations are low.....
the sun hasn't risen in 4 days..... hope is dead........ knuckle is crying somewhere
chimera ant arc tbh
ah it's true
it all returns to chimera ants
you're not wrong
as it should be, stares into camera
kite is dead
what the fuck you come into my house you tell me kite is dead on this the day of my son's wedding
yes
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crawls out from my inbox jesus christ
old man knuckle......
he sure is... by uploading more icons I may have ruined all the old ones, ignore that
for the sake of small dorito, i will
thank
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am i real i whisper as i slam these all down
you are the realest and shoot is precious
for ironic purposes i'm not going to announce my return