SHOMA

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w1, sunday

[frotag]

[ hewwo shoma we are at the food court. despite the week's lingering effect, ichiban actually isn't here to eat! no, he's here to visit the catbots. he's found himself surrounded by a small group, crouching in the middle of them like he's hosting a meeting. ]

You guys all better after what happened the past couple days?

[solesuccess]

[ you know this is...so valid of him. he'd come by just to grab a snack, but now he's more interested in what this nerd's doing so he lingers for a moment to watch. the kittybots are attentive, and they probably go (=｀ω´=) when ichiban asks after their health.

and shoma just grins a little from behind him. ]

They should be safe now, at least. I doubt anybody else is going to come through and scare them.

[frotag]

[ somehow, ichiban isn't surprised to hear shoma's voice behind him. he pats one of the catbots as he turns around to greet his fellow crewmate with a grin. ]

Hehe, glad to hear it. But if anyone else wants to try comin' at 'em, they'll have to go through me first!

[ the kittybots go !Σ(=°ロ°=) after this bold declaration! ]

[solesuccess]

[ he's so amused by these catbots still, but he does kind of tilt his head a little at that declaration, too. ]

Said like someone used to defending the little guys.

[frotag]

[ why can't they take some home wehhhh ]

You know it. I'll always step in for anyone who can't defend themselves. I don't tolerate bullies, especially if they're old enough to know damn well what they're doing.

[solesuccess]

[ this shounen-ass speech really does get him to continue to stare at ichiban for a moment like he's trying to decide if he's for real or not. ]

...sounds like a big job for one person. [ people suck? does ichiban know people actually suck? ]

[frotag]

[ oh sweet shoma you have no idea. ]

Guess what? I'm a big guy.

w2 thursday

[solesuccess]

[ it takes a little time after he's gotten cleaned up, but he is toddling off to wander the ship to search for ichiban. kasuga doko... ]

[frotag]

[ he is in the medbay, lying down on a cot... owie. ]

...hey, Sho-kun.

[solesuccess]

Hey. [ he has healed enough that his wounds are closed and not bleeding, though the worst ones have bandages on them to prevent reopening. he also still has the metal arm. ]

...how're you feeling? It sounded like you guys had a rougher fight than we did.

[frotag]

Not dead yet, at least. [ . . . ] Sorry, didn't realize how messed up that sounded in my head.

[ he looks over at shoma. ]

This isn't the pain olympics, y'know—you still look like crap, too, hah.

[solesuccess]

[ waves his robot hand. ]

It's fine, I...think you guys died a lot more than we did. I'd say you're allowed the slip-up. [ but he frowns a lil at that. ] Thanks a lot though. But...I know. That place was pretty bad for all of us. I'm really glad I'm from a city that's a lot more normal.

[frotag]

Tell me about it. Even some of the other Earths I've heard some people talk about are weird in comparison, but man. You know a place is really in the shitter when it's just called "the City" with a capital C. That sorta thing just screams dystopian nightmare.

[ with a grunt, he pushes himself up to face shoma. now that he's sitting, shoma can see there's a faint glow to ichiban's left eye, around the iris. ]

w4, saturday

[frotag]

[ today... strangely enough, ichiban is in the galley. he's not cooking or anything, though—no, he's here to get ice, because ow, all the bullshit that happened during trial is finally starting to catch up to him now that the adrenaline has started to die down. he's in the process of holding a makeshift ice pack to his head (still littered with twigs and feathers, for the record) when shoma comes in... he at least has the decency to wave with his slightly less fucked up hand, which is still pretty bloody, but not nearly as badly as the one that had been sliced open during east park invest. ]

Oh, uh... sorry if you came here looking for a late night snack, Sho-kun. —I made sure to wash my hands and wear gloves while I was prepping things, I promise.

[solesuccess]

[ ichiban....there's a very faint grin because man, you are a mess. but he shakes his head. ]

It's okay. I just came in for some coffee, but I do appreciate you having basic kitchen manners. [ heh. he will wander toward the coffee maker though, giving him another once-over. ]

...we have more pods available if you think that'd help. Or I have my healing gun still? [ sir your EVERYTHING. ]

[frotag]

Yeah, I was planning on staying in one overnight. [ ... ] I got a little too much restless energy from today that I need to burn off before I can just settle down and knock out.

Definitely save the gun for tomorrow, though. We don't know what the hell's gonna go down, but I'll bet you anything it's not gonna be pretty.

[solesuccess]

As long as you're gonna go tonight, then I'll leave it alone. [ he does seem relieved though, like he's glad he doesn't have to fight another stubborn person to take care of themselves. he's busy filling the filter with grounds and adding water and hitting the button to make his drink though. ] Nine hours isn't long enough to successfully solve everything to our satisfaction, but it is way too long to be stuck in one room doing one intense thing. All of us need to blow off a little steam after that.

[ he leans against the counter though to face him, hands tucked into his pockets. ]

...if it's anything like the last two weeks, it's probably gonna escalate somehow. I can't say I'm looking forward to it either.

[frotag]

[ pause for cognitive dissonance as he watches shoma... ]

Okay, no offense or anything, but how the hell are you gonna say we need to blow off steam when you're drinking coffee at this hour?!

[solesuccess]

[


looks at the coffee


looks at ichiban

looks at the coffee again.... ]

This...doesn't count. [ well now he just sounds embarrassed. ]

w6 monday

[solesuccess]

[ you know the thing about it is that shoma's a hugeass nerd, and while he's usually more machine-aligned than anything, this biome really does appeal to him. which is to say he's standing in the middle of the hall of the aquarium floor, looking above him and around him at the large glass walls making up the tunnels of sea life. ]

...dude. Do you see that? [ just points out this bright-ass bitch. ]

[frotag]

[ imagine if i said ichiban was a dolphin again just for this thread. no, god, i'm not doing that again... but there is a look of wonder on his face reminiscent of his time as a sea creature as his eyes follow where shoma points. ]

Heh, you think it's the kind of jellyfish that zaps?

[solesuccess]

[ you know i'd 100% respect that. ]

Hmm...technically all jellyfish do, but not all of them have an intense enough sting that it'll damage you. But also do you think if this one does it'd be like a multicolored bruise, too?

[frotag]

. . .

You know what, let's not go down that train of thought. I'm not inviting that kind of energy into my life, man.

[ because if there was one way for ichiban to find out what kind of bruise a fucker like that would leave, it would be firsthand. ]

[solesuccess]

[ there's a laugh at least. ]

Point taken. We're already starting this week on a high note, so...why ruin it so soon, right?

[frotag]

Yeah. Gettin' Viktor back wasn't on my bingo card for the week, but I'll take it.