[Closed; RO OC losers waking up together again]

[nevercrossme]

The bed beneath him had never been this comfortable. At best, he remembered a vague feeling of his head resting on a lap, perhaps in another life, another distant time...

But as he opened his eyes, vision blurred and head feeling weighed by something akin to alcohol or maybe just waking up to a Savage on his head again (don't ask), he let go of what he knew no longer was. His previous life didn't matter to him, Kain thought impatiently, wanting the fever dream to rush away so he could fall back to sleep. He failed to notice the humming of the room, how sensitive the clothing on his skin felt - how light it carried itself along his limbs.

Warm bed, his mind added. Literally all that matters.

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FANCY FUCKIN ICONS YAS

[nevercrossme]

The problem that came along with travelling with Damian for extended periods of time was that Kain had a tendency to drop his defenses - but only towards him. Damian always stood in his blind spot when it was just the two of them, so getting one-up on him? Easy.

Kain stumbled through the light with fluency but it came with his heart forgetting to beat and his lungs threatening to pop his eyes out from the pressure of fear. When he notes he isn't disintegrated or anything of the sort, he simply looks back at Damian with a face that said, I actually don't know what fucking expression to make right now.

gross, now i have to pick icons

[memoryfault]

Damian looks a little delighted about this. It's good, of course, that Kain hadn't smacked into solid wall, or fried, or anything like that, although Damian had been reasonably certain none of that would happen. He's mostly pleased for the chance to surprise an assassin cross. Those don't really come along that often.

"Blue means it's accessible," he says brightly, stepping through after him. "But I wouldn't recommend trying that on any red or yellow doors you see."

And with his little lesson given, he starts forward, headed for... for what he hopes will be an elevator. He'd watched a few clips explaining elevators, though, and what else could that wide, blue-lit door be at the end of the hallway they're in? Either way, he expects Kain to follow.

I have the easiest job in the world in this case

[nevercrossme]

"You know what blue in people means?" Kain said somewhat threateningly, hand whipping out to grab him by the collar. Just because Damian had a head start in worldly knowledge here didn't mean he was going to go waltzing ahead and die. What a hassle.

He lined himself up to at least his side, exhaling sharply from his nose as he walked toward the light. He frowned a little as a swelling of heat came into his chest. Was he hungry? How long had he been sleeping? Never one to show weakness (despite earlier's fluke), he leaves it to hurt and heaves out an extra sigh to alleviate some of the pressure.

[memoryfault]

He's caught up short, and heaves a little sigh for it, but doesn't otherwise object. Caution is so time consuming, jeez. But he falls into step with Kain without complaint, at least.

The light approaches, and right on cue, Damian considers his next train of thought up for vocal consideration: "You know, it looks like they have really interesting food here. I hardly saw anything that looked familiar. Do you want to try pancakes?"

[nevercrossme]

Don't read his mind, Damian, it makes him unsettled. Tightening his lip is the only reaction he offers to being read, intentionally or not, and he steps through the blue light to enter the elevator.

"I wonder how long it's been?" Kain pressed his hand to his stomach. DEM TIGHT ABS "I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks." He was kind of cranky for it.