Shoot tenses, looking down at the book again instead of over at Knuckle. No, he's done enough of that already...]
No— It's fine. [He can't read this with Knuckle here, he'll know or just take the book from him and find out directly, and that will be the end of him-!! He should have chosen a novel where no one has any feelings, damn it.
He tries to look calm and... mostly succeeds. For his usual nervous face, anyway.] You've been making a bigger deal out of this than you have to this whole time.
[He sounds offended at that bigger deal comment, scowling a bit as he waves his book in Shoot's general direction. He does this a lot-- waves it around with his thumb keeping place. One day he's going to throw it on accident or something.]
I'm not the one who threw a tantrum over my book being bad! [He's just the one who cried over romance in it, shut up though.] He hooked up with the girl, and that asshole from before got what was coming to him!! It's about damn time.
[Shoot frowns at him. Okay, so he got a little- upset, but Knuckle keeps harping on him with questions about this imaginary reading contest every time he so much as glances away from a book for twenty seconds— stop!!]
Oh, really? Good for him. [He... he tries to make that sound like he's surprised, even though it's every romance plot ever written.
[HE'S GETTING PISSED OFF. Placing the puppy bookmark gently where he needs it to be, he slams the book shut afterwards and sets it on the table. He wants... to train! He wants to train! Reading the book and finding out what was gonna happen would have been good, too, but now he's distracted, damn it!]
[Shoot doesn't bother denying that one- he totally is avoiding questions- and instead sits up properly again, now that he's not being loomed toward.]
Walking? As long as I'm not running a marathon, I'll be fine. [They did let him walk out of the hospital by himself... He doesn't add that getting stupid drunk was probably not allowed, but he thinks it. Loudly. ... Anyway, is it time for a stroll.]
No, I was just curious. You don't have-? [anything in mind?? This is just a walk... around?? He can't honestly remember the last time he went for a walk that didn't involve skulking behind something and spying on someone.
Or alcohol.
Or dogs. He sort of expects the dogs though. But now that Knuckle is just walking away from him—] Uh- alright.
[In the meantime... well he'll pick up this book again, then.]
[Surprisingly, Knuckle does only take the twenty minutes he asked for. He's always oddly prompt in the mornings, too, but let's leave that question for another day. For now, he's walking down the hall, tugging his shirt sleeves over his arms before he starts buttoning it up down the middle.]
Allllright! [Grinning wide, that grumbling from earlier seems to have dissolved with his shower. The truth is, they did, in a way. He'd thought them through bit by bit, and now he had a Plan.]
[From the couch, where he has been for that whole twenty minutes, Shoot looks up. That book is open again, and he's... not ready at all. He thought he might just read for a few minutes and then go find wherever his shoes wound up last night, but, hm.
That didn't happen.] Oh.
[... Well, he's getting up now, leaving the book behind to go actually get ready. He'll have to do something about his useless floppy sleeve, too, or people will stare!! Wearing a big purple sheet is less conspicuous, apparently. He'll tie it off, no one will be any the wiser...
In any case, give him a few minutes before he comes back and stands there looking at Knuckle expectantly.]
[That's the brunt of his grumbling for now as Shoot reappears. He's already heading for the door, one hand in a pocket as the other waves for him to follow. He'll even hold the door open a little longer so it doesn't shut in his face, how nice.]
I was getting pretty antsy in there, just sitting around! Last night too, come to think of it... A walk's not so bad, is it? [He looks from the corner of his eyes to Shoot.]
[How considerate of him, truly. Shoot follows, trying his best not to look overly worried about not wearing a purple sheet right now. He may be stuck on this for a while, forgive him.
Still-] You're always like that.
[... ah.] It's better than being stuck inside all the time.
[Honestly he means stuck in a hospital bed, but whatever, he'll pretend he's not a homebody unless forced outside.]
[Bristling, his shoulders bunch up and he looks about ready to fight Shoot for that first comment, but it eases out slowly and with a heavy, disgruntled sigh. Ahh, geez... But he is antsy. He's all worked up and thinking stupid things, now. All thanks to reading those books, he thinks!
No, but wait, hadn't some thoughts crossed his mind the night before, too? And sometimes, in the hospital--
Waving his hand at the air between them, suddenly, he picks up his pace slightly so he can walk ahead.]
Anyway!! You've got that right! You need some sunlight, too, it'll help you heal better! [He has no idea how that works, but he thinks he's read that somewhere. Or heard it?]
[What did he say about running a marathon- don't leave him behind here!]
I think you mean fresh air... I'm not a plant. [For once he sounds more amused than accidentally like an asshole, though, luckily. Knuckle probably doesn't have to worry this much, but the fact that he undeniably is!! is- well, there it is.
He'll let that be instead of getting worked up over it, he thinks. Still, sTOP trying to go ahead, racing isn't part of the healing process... if he winds up lagging behind, it's not his fault!!]
If I said sunlight I meant sunlight, damn it! You're too pale! You're not getting the right vitamins!
[Knuckle you are Not a doctor, please. He slows his pace eventually, but maintains so that he's a slight bit ahead of Shoot the whole time they're walking, for whatever reason.]
More importantly... [Agh, how does he ask this. He keeps his back to him, stiff and shoulders bunched together as he practically stomps down the street.] How are you feeling?
[Vitamins... pale... That's just how he looks, Knuckle, come on! Shoot gives the back of his head a look, less amused; why is Knuckle suddenly making it sound like he's sickly and going to drop at any second??]
It's not sunlight... [TRUST HIM but anyway, after a pause to give Knuckle's dorito hair more looks,] I'm fine.
To be honest, I felt just fine days ago, but they wouldn't let me go home.
[Frowning to himself about that, yeah, because he has never willfully ignored his actual limits, never.]
[He's been focused on this, and he knows it's probably showing. How many times had he asked this? Nowhere near as many as he'd wondered. And still, he can't even look at him, facing ahead as they walk and trying to keep his face straight.
It's hard not to remember Shoot on the floor, back there. Shoot about to die. Shoot being left behind...
There's this level of concern that's expected for any comrade, of course, but why does it feel heavier than that? The weight of the situation, sure, but his hands curl into fists at his sides and none of it's quite enough. Shoot is here, okay now, walking and well and with all his... usual body parts, and yet...]
Shoot... [He hasn't said anything, but the tone carries with just his name, enough.] I've been a shitty partner.
[The tone takes Shoot by surprise even before the guilty admission. He feels like he's missed a step in this conversation, somewhere - weren't they just going for a walk while he happened to complain about being stuck in a hospital bed for ages? What's this, suddenly?
And— didn't they just have this conversation, sort of...? Sometime before the stupid drunk part of last night's festivities, he's sure. Hmm.]
Knuckle— [Well. To be fair, Knuckle is overbearing and yells at him all the time and can be way more critical than is necessary, but-!! He's never considered that being bad, just... what? Fine, because Knuckle isn't scared of everything?? Is that okay...
He'll let Knuckle do the talking while he figures it out, so instead of telling him no,] What do you mean?
[They sort of had this conversation, but somehow, this seems different. It's Knuckle-- definitely Knuckle. Something's different with him. As always, his emotions are all over the place but not always easy to track.]
I didn't think about you until it was damn well near too late! And if that wasn't bad enough, it's my fault you ended up in that damn hospital to begin with! [He wasn't strong enough.]
[... Oh. That's—well, wrong. Shoot's back to frowning almost instantly, wondering if there's any way he can get the point across now without dismissing Knuckle's- feelings. Probably not.
Thankfully he's not known for his tactful wordsmithing, huh.] No, it isn't. Don't be an idiot.
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You- Don't you remember what I told you before the mission started? Worrying about our own lives wasn't going to make it go any more smoothly. Your part wasn't to think about what happened to me.
[Not that he didn't appreciate not dying pathetically... and not that he didn't let pride get the better of him and ignore his own words in the end anyway, but the point stands.]
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[Stopping in his tracks, Knuckle spins around again to face Shoot. They're still on a normal sidewalk, so the few people walking around them stare as they pass, but at least they're not attractive a crowd, technically...]
The whole mission... the whole world... I dumped all of it to save your pride, damn it! And I still don't give a damn about that! I don't regret it! But why... [He's working himself up here, it's clear. Tears aren't actually falling yet, but they're clear in his eyes as he looks torn between being angry and sad.
His hands are clenched into fists, but he swings one out at the air in his frustration.] Why hadn't I considered you at all before that?! Damn it... damn it, I'm an idiot!
[They're definitely making a scene... Shoot raises his hand a little as he glances back and forth at the people going by, like waving weakly at him is going to placate Knuckle at all. Do they have to do this here, whatever it is-? And on top of that, where does he even start?]
Calm down! [yes this has always worked before] Getting worked up over it won't help!
[Ah, the usual line... He knows most of this already, is the thing. Throwing the mission just because his pride was stomped on, Knuckle getting too worked up over every little thing - he knew! But the rest tugs at him in a way he can't immediately put to words, and so before he can stop himself he's closing the distance between them to put his hand on Knuckle's shoulder. Calm the hell down, first of all.]
Knuckle... thank you. [This isn't perhaps the way he should respond after that last comment - didn't think of him at all, well! thanks!! - but,] You know, I— I would have done the same for you.
[Don't think too hard about that or he'll get embarrassed, but it's out there in the world now. He doesn't really know how else to say "it's okay," so...] It looks like we're both idiots.
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Shoot tenses, looking down at the book again instead of over at Knuckle. No, he's done enough of that already...]
No— It's fine. [He can't read this with Knuckle here, he'll know or just take the book from him and find out directly, and that will be the end of him-!! He should have chosen a novel where no one has any feelings, damn it.
He tries to look calm and... mostly succeeds. For his usual nervous face, anyway.] You've been making a bigger deal out of this than you have to this whole time.
[dweeb...] How's the werewolf doing now?
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[He sounds offended at that bigger deal comment, scowling a bit as he waves his book in Shoot's general direction. He does this a lot-- waves it around with his thumb keeping place. One day he's going to throw it on accident or something.]
I'm not the one who threw a tantrum over my book being bad! [He's just the one who cried over romance in it, shut up though.] He hooked up with the girl, and that asshole from before got what was coming to him!! It's about damn time.
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Oh, really? Good for him. [He... he tries to make that sound like he's surprised, even though it's every romance plot ever written.
and also] I didn't throw a tantrum...
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Don't try to put that past me! That was a tantrum. Admit it!
laughin at ur icons
Why would I admit something like that? Even if it were true.
SHUT UP.... I have a paid again now but no neutrals, oNE DAY
[As if he ever admits anything like that himself. Him, the man who cries over puppies and literally everything else.]
Anyway, why'd you go through all that trouble if your not gonna read, anyway!
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I read enough. This book is... [too lewd]
What else do you want to do today?
[Please answer without interrogating him, this is his only request.]
i cant believe I typed your instead of youre
[HE'S GETTING PISSED OFF. Placing the puppy bookmark gently where he needs it to be, he slams the book shut afterwards and sets it on the table. He wants... to train! He wants to train! Reading the book and finding out what was gonna happen would have been good, too, but now he's distracted, damn it!]
What did the doc say about walking?
shh no one will ever know
Walking? As long as I'm not running a marathon, I'll be fine. [They did let him walk out of the hospital by himself... He doesn't add that getting stupid drunk was probably not allowed, but he thinks it. Loudly. ... Anyway, is it time for a stroll.]
Where to?
I WILL.... in my heart
[Knuckle's extra grumbly all of a sudden, but he doesn't clarify it, even as he stands up.]
Give me twenty minutes to take a shower! Then we can go. [Just like that, he's off down the hallway to know god knows what with his hair in there.]
look away....
Or alcohol.
Or dogs. He sort of expects the dogs though. But now that Knuckle is just walking away from him—] Uh- alright.
[In the meantime... well he'll pick up this book again, then.]
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Allllright! [Grinning wide, that grumbling from earlier seems to have dissolved with his shower. The truth is, they did, in a way. He'd thought them through bit by bit, and now he had a Plan.]
You ready, Shoot?! Let's get going!
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That didn't happen.] Oh.
[... Well, he's getting up now, leaving the book behind to go actually get ready. He'll have to do something about his useless floppy sleeve, too, or people will stare!! Wearing a big purple sheet is less conspicuous, apparently. He'll tie it off, no one will be any the wiser...
In any case, give him a few minutes before he comes back and stands there looking at Knuckle expectantly.]
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[That's the brunt of his grumbling for now as Shoot reappears. He's already heading for the door, one hand in a pocket as the other waves for him to follow. He'll even hold the door open a little longer so it doesn't shut in his face, how nice.]
I was getting pretty antsy in there, just sitting around! Last night too, come to think of it... A walk's not so bad, is it? [He looks from the corner of his eyes to Shoot.]
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Still-] You're always like that.
[... ah.] It's better than being stuck inside all the time.
[Honestly he means stuck in a hospital bed, but whatever, he'll pretend he's not a homebody unless forced outside.]
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[Bristling, his shoulders bunch up and he looks about ready to fight Shoot for that first comment, but it eases out slowly and with a heavy, disgruntled sigh. Ahh, geez... But he is antsy. He's all worked up and thinking stupid things, now. All thanks to reading those books, he thinks!
No, but wait, hadn't some thoughts crossed his mind the night before, too? And sometimes, in the hospital--
Waving his hand at the air between them, suddenly, he picks up his pace slightly so he can walk ahead.]
Anyway!! You've got that right! You need some sunlight, too, it'll help you heal better! [He has no idea how that works, but he thinks he's read that somewhere. Or heard it?]
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I think you mean fresh air... I'm not a plant. [For once he sounds more amused than accidentally like an asshole, though, luckily. Knuckle probably doesn't have to worry this much, but the fact that he undeniably is!! is- well, there it is.
He'll let that be instead of getting worked up over it, he thinks. Still, sTOP trying to go ahead, racing isn't part of the healing process... if he winds up lagging behind, it's not his fault!!]
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[Knuckle you are Not a doctor, please. He slows his pace eventually, but maintains so that he's a slight bit ahead of Shoot the whole time they're walking, for whatever reason.]
More importantly... [Agh, how does he ask this. He keeps his back to him, stiff and shoulders bunched together as he practically stomps down the street.] How are you feeling?
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It's not sunlight... [TRUST HIM but anyway, after a pause to give Knuckle's dorito hair more looks,] I'm fine.
To be honest, I felt just fine days ago, but they wouldn't let me go home.
[Frowning to himself about that, yeah, because he has never willfully ignored his actual limits, never.]
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It's hard not to remember Shoot on the floor, back there. Shoot about to die. Shoot being left behind...
There's this level of concern that's expected for any comrade, of course, but why does it feel heavier than that? The weight of the situation, sure, but his hands curl into fists at his sides and none of it's quite enough. Shoot is here, okay now, walking and well and with all his... usual body parts, and yet...]
Shoot... [He hasn't said anything, but the tone carries with just his name, enough.] I've been a shitty partner.
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And— didn't they just have this conversation, sort of...? Sometime before the stupid drunk part of last night's festivities, he's sure. Hmm.]
Knuckle— [Well. To be fair, Knuckle is overbearing and yells at him all the time and can be way more critical than is necessary, but-!! He's never considered that being bad, just... what? Fine, because Knuckle isn't scared of everything?? Is that okay...
He'll let Knuckle do the talking while he figures it out, so instead of telling him no,] What do you mean?
uses this icon forever I guess
[They sort of had this conversation, but somehow, this seems different. It's Knuckle-- definitely Knuckle. Something's different with him. As always, his emotions are all over the place but not always easy to track.]
I didn't think about you until it was damn well near too late! And if that wasn't bad enough, it's my fault you ended up in that damn hospital to begin with! [He wasn't strong enough.]
talks to the back of his head forever i guess
Thankfully he's not known for his tactful wordsmithing, huh.] No, it isn't. Don't be an idiot.
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You- Don't you remember what I told you before the mission started? Worrying about our own lives wasn't going to make it go any more smoothly. Your part wasn't to think about what happened to me.
[Not that he didn't appreciate not dying pathetically... and not that he didn't let pride get the better of him and ignore his own words in the end anyway, but the point stands.]
pretty much. in this tag, knuckle is too emotional from reading twilight
[Stopping in his tracks, Knuckle spins around again to face Shoot. They're still on a normal sidewalk, so the few people walking around them stare as they pass, but at least they're not attractive a crowd, technically...]
The whole mission... the whole world... I dumped all of it to save your pride, damn it! And I still don't give a damn about that! I don't regret it! But why... [He's working himself up here, it's clear. Tears aren't actually falling yet, but they're clear in his eyes as he looks torn between being angry and sad.
His hands are clenched into fists, but he swings one out at the air in his frustration.] Why hadn't I considered you at all before that?! Damn it... damn it, I'm an idiot!
that's only a little bit superlame
Calm down! [yes this has always worked before] Getting worked up over it won't help!
[Ah, the usual line... He knows most of this already, is the thing. Throwing the mission just because his pride was stomped on, Knuckle getting too worked up over every little thing - he knew! But the rest tugs at him in a way he can't immediately put to words, and so before he can stop himself he's closing the distance between them to put his hand on Knuckle's shoulder. Calm the hell down, first of all.]
Knuckle... thank you. [This isn't perhaps the way he should respond after that last comment - didn't think of him at all, well! thanks!! - but,] You know, I— I would have done the same for you.
[Don't think too hard about that or he'll get embarrassed, but it's out there in the world now. He doesn't really know how else to say "it's okay," so...] It looks like we're both idiots.
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
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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
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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