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Characters: Reno, open
Setting:
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
Format: Either
Summary: Open bar post shenanigans.
Warnings: None so far

Floor 39, Gymnasium

Reno was out on the track today a bit before classes start, running as fast as he could. It was like he was trying outrun something. His troubles, his conscience, the spell Ganondorf had placed on him, maybe. He had no shoes on, going along in his bare feet, lap after lap. To someone who really knew him, it was an attempt at exhausting himself, to actually fall asleep later when night came. To others, who knew. At this point he couldn't care what others thought of him anymore, not after all that had happened.

After how many laps - he had lost count a long time ago - he started to get winded and slowed down, coming to a stop near where he had left his gear. Grabbing a towel, he pressed it against his face and walked around a bit before sitting down.

Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.

The Tower was weighing more heavily on Reno than it usually did. The costumed blood bath didn't help matters any, but it wasn't even what was bothering him. Fighting, blood, things like that he had gotten long used to.

Truth was, he felt estranged from his friends, angry at others, but most of all angry with himself that he couldn't have changed anything, now or then.

Just some time to think, that's all he needed, which was why he was down in the tiny bar he had made with his other self, taking stock. A lot of his daily routines were flagging lately, like making alcohol for the bar, and eating. Well, with the falling temperatures, it was getting harder to find things to make the alcohol.

All of the bottles in the bar were out on the counter, on some tables nearby, on the floor. He had a clipboard with some paper, marking off tallies and taking notes, sometimes sitting on a chair or laying on the floor.

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"Don't need it right now." Reno gruffed, making another check mark on the paper. "You eat it. You've been lookin' pale ever since that one guy showed up."

Shion shook his head, "It's for you. You have to eat." He was worried about Reno and shook his head at the comment. He had been pale, and he hadn't been sleeping very well because he couldn't shake the ever growing dread that something terrible was going to happen to Rat. He had to protect him and that was difficult when the other boy was all but avoiding him.

Rolling his eyes, Reno sat up and took the bowl. Damn it, Shion. He knew the kid wouldn't stop pestering him until he ate it. In a way, he was sort of glad someone cared enough to kick him when it mattered.

"You kids and your love troubles."

Shion blushed, it was not love troubles... Was it? Shion didn't know. Love wasn't scientific, it didn't make sense. It was like something out of a book. Shion didn't even think he was capable of feeling like that.

"There not..."

Stop confusing him Reno.

"You care for the guy?" Reno asked, munching down that curry and rice with a speed that belied his earlier claim of not needing it. "You want to be with him? You got love troubles there. Thing is after the way that guy treated you, didn't seem real healthy to me."

"Of course I do," Shion said without pausing. He still didn't think that counted as love troubles though. Of course he wanted to be with Rat; having him gone had been difficult and he had been constantly worried about him. Him being here and safe was a relief but it brought more worries.

He frowned though, "There was nothing wrong with how he treated me, Rat's just... been through a lot." Yup that was incredibly defensive.

"So you're fine with him callin' ya those names?" Oh ho, Reno's eyebrows went up at Shion's tone. "You've been through a lot, too, but ya don't get mean. You want to be with him, he walks away. That's pretty cruel."

"It's not..." Shion tried to stop himself from getting annoyed, from screaming at Reno that he didn't understand because he didn't... "Rat's been through more than I can imagine." Well perhaps not now but that was beside the point. Shion was an adult now and even then had not handled things well, had barely escaped things with his sanity intact.

"I'm just a... pampered city brat. I... I knew nothing about... about anything before Rat rescued me. If it weren't for him I would have grown up to be some mindless obedient worker drone that never knew how to... how to love or hate or suffer. So he can call me what he wants, he went through so much while I lived a life of luxury and did not even know what it was like to starve or freeze..."

He took a breath, he hadn't actually meant to say so much, "I want to be near him but I... I slow him down and hold him back. He gave up so much for me already..."

For respect for his friend, Reno sat there and listened without interrupting, even setting the bowl of curry down and folding his arms. The frown on his forehead deepened as Shion continued.

"Moogleshit."

He offered his opinion in that one, concise word. "That guy didn't show you squat. You had that stuff in you all the time. If it wasn't him, it would have been something else. Worth isn't weighed by what you are, or what you were, it's by your actions."

Something made Reno slow down and stop, his eyes going blank for a split second before resuming his frown at Shion. "Never feel like you owe someone if you don't have it in writing. And whatever he did in the past sure as hell doesn't give him the right to treat you like that."

Shion frowned, he had been right. Reno didn't understand; not that he had expected him to, their worlds were so different. He did wonder at what made Reno pause but the words annoyed him.

"No... some debts are too great... you can't just write them on a piece of paper. Even my actions... I couldn't do anything if it were not for Rat he can treat me however he wants. I just have to keep trying to improve, so he doesn't think I am weak anymore. I'll become someone Rat wants to be with..."

"Why don't ya become someone you could be proud of?" Reno asked, knowing somehow he wasn't going to win this one with the kid.

He was right, he wasn't. "I don't think my standards are very acceptable to most people in the world.... worlds. I told you I grew up as an almost mindless elite, a person I can be proud of... I don't think I can trust my judgement."

And being someone Rat would like, someone he would care for and not think week. That had been his aim for so long. He still wasn't there, he had to work harder.

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Re: Floor 38

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oh my god shion can you sound anything more like a lovestruck teenager ;;

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Nope only lovesick teenagers here...

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