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[worldisyours]

[…Yeah, "complicated" sounds right.]

You… don't think they're gonna try to hurt each other, right?

[Kind of an alarming question! But please soothe Rindo's worries!]

[jumpie]

[ shoyo’s swinging legs come to a slow halt, and his features pause into an startled blank. hurt . . .

he and kageyama have gotten into fights, some on the more physical side, but . . . . they never wanted to hurt each other or tried to. ]

N . . . No. Basil cares for Sunny. And Sunny, [ doesn’t remember. shoyo’s hesitation comes from surprise, not from doubt. a flash of memory comes to the forefront of shoyo’s mind: sunny laying on the couch. sunny huddled up in the corner of a dark room. always shy. sheltered. afraid. ] wouldn’t.

[ but why would he be asking? ]

Did something happen?

[worldisyours]

[Shoyo sounds sure enough of his words, even in spite of the pause.

So… Sunny wouldn't. And Rindo can't picture Basil wanting to hurt anyone either. He wishes he could say that's enough to completely assuage his fears, but he's pretty sure worry has never left him ever since the day he woke up in that sewer, so this'll have to do.

Rindo sighs.]

…No. It's just…

[The temptation is strong to change the topic, here. What stops him is the sense that Shoyo deserves better than evasiveness when Rindo's the one who brought up the topic in the first place.]

A while back, I found someone from my world here, and brought her to the house to meet her friend. But it… it went badly, because I had no idea that another one of my housemates hated her guts.

[The admission is heavy with regret, and reading self-loathing into it would not be a stretch.]

I didn't want to make the same mistake again.

[jumpie]

[ “oh”, is shoyo’s inicial reaction, but his shoulders squeeze up tight around his neck when he sees similarities . . . not that one hated the other, he’s pretty sure that’s not the case, but. damn if it were. shoyo would be in trouble. ]

They don’t hate each other . . . I think.

[ he thinks. it’s something else. he just doesn’t know. what comes now is a reluctant silence, even as their medium sized pizza is served right in front of them. the waitress adds some extra sets of monster fries on the side for good measure, luck and peace. shoyo can’t keep quiet for long, anyway, and even in sight of his belated birthday pizza, he doesn’t feel like digging in. at least not immediately. ]

I invited them both to the amusement park for my birthday, and . . . I didn’t know they knew each other.