⸝⸝⸝𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛. retweetledi
⸝⸝⸝𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛.
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perhaps a little too much: he knows he has to go back sooner rather than later.
‘i think i can handle this fine five course meal alone,’ he says, amused. ‘——is there anything for some noise?’
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the vegetables that end up in the pot aren’t fresh, but he’s perfectly confident in being able to work with them for the spices he’s able to track down; at the same time, anything might be better than what they dish up at the facility. just being here helps too, ...
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
He lingered, gaze trailing the other as he sprinted back into the cabin to take care of the boiling rice, and Hunk couldn't help but stifle a snort. How strange it was, the difference between Vector and Ryo, the ever so capable fighter and the man who's carrying the mantle. —
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he has half the mind to not reflexively throw the door into hunk’s face in his wake.
it could be worse, he finds upon reaching the kitchen, the rice not yet burnt into the bottom of the pot, but he does have to top it off with water. ‘—–it’s fine,’ he calls out, ⸝⸝⸝
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vector hesitates at first, too caught up in the closeness. he doesn’t even mind the cold, despite it gnawing more at him with each passing moment. he doesn’t want to let go.
and then he remembers the food. ‘fuckfuck𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬,’ topples off his lips in a hiss as he withdraws; ⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
For a while they stood there, physically intertwined, shrouded in a silence that, to him, felt both familiar and strange. His own cigarette was dropped then, crushed beneath the tip of a boot and smoke exhaled slowly. A squeeze was offered to the other's neck, brief but —
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of it having gone unnoticed, but he doesn’t withdraw altogether; it’s just the touch that’s dropped. pinching his cigarette out after a last drag is awfully easy, at least, the ember not at all felt despite the cold already creeping away again.
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met with the touch, there’s a little bit of a spark of something within him; perhaps so unexpected that it’s the sole cause for fingertips to lose their warmth entirely, momentarily claimed by freezing cold.
he pulls his hand back as if there was any chance ⸝⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
Blatantly ignorant towards the erasure of space, Hunk refused to move; neither toward the other, nor back. Tension claimed his shoulders, the following inhale of smoke a deep drag that escaped his lips in accompaniment of a sigh. There was an itch bristling in the tips of his —
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he doesn’t sling his arms around him, but instead just hooks fingertips into his waistband; he should have put his jacket on.
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‘that’s quite dramatic,’ he deadpans, but hides the amused smile by bridging that step between them and leaning in to pillow his forehead against hunk’s shoulder.
and then he just shuffles even closer, claiming the older’s side for himself altogether. ⸝⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
"Very funny, Vec," was retorted in unison with an exhale of smoke that he watched disappear into the darkened night sky. For a moment his gaze lingered on the stars sprinkled across the blanket of black, both brows knitted into a thoughtful frown. "You might be good, but —
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he can’t even bring himself to apologize.
and so he says, ‘especially with your retirement coming around, right.’
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time doesn’t seem to have changed that for the older either.
and as for himself, it’s been so long it would be wasted air to address anything he believes to have been there. he would only make a fool of himself. ⸝⸝⸝
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vector believes there’s room to talk. he certainly has so much on his mind that he would like to speak out loud he’s edging on choking on it, but when it comes down to it, neither of them are particularly good at talking: ⸝⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
The sound of his own name was foreign; decades long of not having been addressed with it now added to the brief flicker of confusion, as though he wasn't capable of recognizing it anymore. Yet at the same time it felt natural for Vector to speak it, a secret Hunk had shared —
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chin dipping, he exhales sharply. ‘——thank you, sam. for not giving me up.’
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decimated the little life he had left in him further with each passing moment: there was so little left to begin with he likely not even left bruises.
it’s the words that sit heavy with him first and foremost. ⸝⸝⸝
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‘figured you deserved a break from me,’ he says, the edge to his voice light, almost soft, all while his insides twisted into a complicated knot.
scattered memories of him cursing hunk until his voice gave out, the fighting that ⸝⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
At first his attention lingered on the flickering flame until smoke invaded his lungs and was exhaled a mere moment later. Then his gaze stirred from it, traveling to meet the younger's within the safety of the half-dark. It was surreal to him, to look at Vector and see his —
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the scar that faded throughout the years he missed; the ones that are more subtle, but new to him. and soon enough he catches the older’s gaze, still so, 𝘴𝘰 familiar that hints of a smile come to toy on his lips.
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... more so turn towards the light coming from the window.
he allows himself a look; he hasn’t really gotten to see hunk like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 yet. unashamedly his gaze flickers across the faint lines that weren’t there before, ⸝⸝⸝
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‘yeah, i did,’ he says, words laced with smoke. only then he bridges the remaining step between them, but instead of simply handing the lighter over, he merely clips it on and holds it up for hunk to lean in and with it, ⸝⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
Steam wafted out of the bathroom the moment he emerged from it, grayed hair still damp, partly stuck to his forehead. Eyes strayed across the room upon noticing Vector's absence, and after peering into the pot the rice was simmering in, Hunk aimed for the front door, too. —
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the bottom of the pot, he makes a grab for the pack of cigarettes at last and steps outside; door tugged shut behind him to keep the warmth in.
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while the rice is simmering away, vector goes on to give the dishes a quick rinse to take care of the dust. the table gets a similar treatment with a wet rag and he sets it up as well, with exception of the plates.
and after ensuring the rice isn’t burning into ⸝⸝⸝
જ⁀ 𝔤rim‿𝔯eaper.@faIcifer
The flickering flames of the kindled fire soon dowsed the inside of the cabin in a soft orange glow; warmth was quick to settle, too, once Hunk had closed the windows one by one. Whereas Vector made himself useful in the kitchen, he approached a larger wardrobe next to the bed —
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