i get it because wally's a redhead and jaime's hair is black enough it might as well be blue see, this is what you get for being so tall all you can see is the tops of people's heads, huh
[What kills him is that even though he knows about and has talked to Khaji himself, he was never that close. Hiro was, Hiro played games with him a lot. God, he's... realizing a lot of things about his friendships these days.
Thank god this is text.]
says nothing about tomorrow night or the rest of my life here I never know you may decide to play a very long game here
Arrival is closer to forty minutes —she doesn't know the area, cut her some slack— but there's really no mistaking it. Depending on the strength of Tadashi's technopathy, either he'll know she's arrived by the proximity of her communicator or, failing that, the unmistakable rev of an upcoming motorcycle's engine, and the silence that falls when it shuts off just outside.
and, failing all that, there's the buzz for someone downstairs. hm. she wasn't kidding.
[ It takes her a little bit longer to get up there than he might be anticipating——she still takes the stairs after all these years, even though it sucks——but eventually comes the knock knock knock on his apartment door.
Once the door is open (do not make her unlock your door herself, Tadashi, she's broken into your place too many times already), he'll find that she is, yes, just as short as he remembers, dressed for the ride over: leather jacket, still wearing her helmet, but as usual... shorts and strappy sandals which are not at all proper biking attire.
But, most importantly: she hands over a to-go plastic cup of iced coffee, with another tucked against her side. The true reason for the delay. ]
[He doesn't know what exactly he was expecting for her reason to be here. A delayed punch in the shoulder perhaps? Maybe an actual knife in his lung for calling her -chan on the network that one time? Could've been anything.
Iced coffee wasn't it. He takes it and just.. holds it for a second. Then smiles at her and closes the door.]
If I only brought one for me, you'd either steal half of it, or spend the whole time pining for one. [ Her voice is a little muffled at first, by the helmet, but once he takes the drink from her hand it gives her freedom enough to finagle it off. The helmet's mostly red in color, but there's a little green heart stenciled on one side; instead of up in its usual buns, her hair is tied up only to the pigtail stage — it's the only way to get the helmet on, really. Now that she's free, though, she takes a drink of her own coffee and looks around his new digs.
Predictably, it's mostly boxes. She sets the helmet down on one of the stacks. ]
[Okay he feels better seeing her face and not talking to a helmet. While she does that, he just leans against his kitchen counter and sips his coffee.]
Probably. Between my stuff from the last 6 months, my stuff from the three years before, to the stuff Hiro left after I was gone... [He rubs at the back of his head irritated a little. He doesn't mind showing her that side.]
Barely unpacked the clothes I'm wearing this week.
[ It's an irritation she knows well. Her own belongings were things she had to scramble to recollect, trying to find where they'd gone when the chain of custodians had been long broken — and becoming custodian, again, to chains she isn't certain will ever be mended. Even just regular moving sucks.
She'd never really settled in Jeopardy when she moved there on her own. Coming back to Heropa only went as well as it did because she let Jaime handle it all, she too miserable about everything else to care one way or another back then.
Uh-- I've got a few things unpacked to eat and drink out of. [A few plates, a bowl, and some glasses in the sink. There's silverware somewhere in the mess whiel the rest is still packed.]
Hungry?
[Another sip. What if he just lives off this coffee for the next day and a half? He's sure it's fine, he's done worse.]
[ She leans against the wall with her own coffee, but. Well, she is still wearing her shoes, and clearly they both know that whatever Tadashi has in his fridge is not going to be what either of them want right now.
And that... really wasn't a request, was it. Has she always been this bossy? (Yes. She is always this bossy.) ]
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because wally's a redhead and jaime's hair is black enough it might as well be blue
see, this is what you get for being so tall
all you can see is the tops of people's heads, huh
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good to know
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if you ever saw those you'd know my favorite color isn't green
(´‿♡)
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just a color I associate
anyway it doesn't matter because you picked black (^▽^)
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so where do you live now anyway
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and my memory lives at the memorial
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presumably in one piece
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Thank god this is text.]
says nothing about tomorrow night or the rest of my life here
I never know you may decide to play a very long game here
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[ SAYS. THE GIRL. GETTING MARRIED. ]
anyway
be there in like half an hour
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Christ if she really is coming he'd... nah he's not gonna clean up, there's nothing he can do about all the packing boxes. At least he has a couch.]
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Arrival is closer to forty minutes —she doesn't know the area, cut her some slack— but there's really no mistaking it. Depending on the strength of Tadashi's technopathy, either he'll know she's arrived by the proximity of her communicator or, failing that, the unmistakable rev of an upcoming motorcycle's engine, and the silence that falls when it shuts off just outside.
and, failing all that, there's the buzz for someone downstairs. hm. she wasn't kidding.
is she ever kidding. ]
Hey.
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Then remembers Ruka has a motorcycle.
Then has the third point realization of oh SHIT she's here. He gets to the buzzer fumbling and-]
Hey-- Come on up? [Buzzes her in because god. His friends.]
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[ It takes her a little bit longer to get up there than he might be anticipating——she still takes the stairs after all these years, even though it sucks——but eventually comes the knock knock knock on his apartment door.
Once the door is open (do not make her unlock your door herself, Tadashi, she's broken into your place too many times already), he'll find that she is, yes, just as short as he remembers, dressed for the ride over: leather jacket, still wearing her helmet, but as usual... shorts and strappy sandals which are not at all proper biking attire.
But, most importantly: she hands over a to-go plastic cup of iced coffee, with another tucked against her side. The true reason for the delay. ]
Here.
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Iced coffee wasn't it. He takes it and just.. holds it for a second. Then smiles at her and closes the door.]
Thanks. Uncalled for, but not unappreciated.
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Predictably, it's mostly boxes. She sets the helmet down on one of the stacks. ]
Besides. You probably need it, anyway.
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Probably. Between my stuff from the last 6 months, my stuff from the three years before, to the stuff Hiro left after I was gone... [He rubs at the back of his head irritated a little. He doesn't mind showing her that side.]
Barely unpacked the clothes I'm wearing this week.
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She'd never really settled in Jeopardy when she moved there on her own. Coming back to Heropa only went as well as it did because she let Jaime handle it all, she too miserable about everything else to care one way or another back then.
Her head cants a little towards the fridge. ]
Kitchen still boxed up too, I take it?
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Hungry?
[Another sip. What if he just lives off this coffee for the next day and a half? He's sure it's fine, he's done worse.]
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[ She leans against the wall with her own coffee, but. Well, she is still wearing her shoes, and clearly they both know that whatever Tadashi has in his fridge is not going to be what either of them want right now.
And that... really wasn't a request, was it. Has she always been this bossy? (Yes. She is always this bossy.) ]
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