[ True. The military will no doubt be on higher guard than before. But it's a stroke of good luck that they bothered to come down in pursuit of the boy. ]
They split their forces to patrol the town. Security will be stricter at the bases, but they'll have more holes.
next to me duuuuh. it's kinda slim but jac slept over just fine before
[ Aah. He hadn't realized that since they're in town, a lot of them will be missing from the bases. Even if they're on guard, they have less numbers, huh. ]
So, you think this'll be the best time to go, then?
[ ... Definitely a good thing he asked his opinion. ]
[ If the boy can run, he can think and move accordingly on his feet. They've been away for a while, between the transit and their time spent in the bar. 13 won't just assume that was enough to recharge, because everyone's different. ]
[ Humm. He thinks about that for a moment, before deciding he's as good as he'll get. He doesn't feel like he has the ability to sit around for too long right now anyway. It's really only his wounds that might slow him down, and those will take too long to fully heal anyway. So ...
[ 13 is ready, but those precious three minutes can help them. He wants to give the boy more time to rest, and it allows the light drink he had to fully settle before he clamps a hand down on the top of the booth seat and rises. ]
Let's go.
[ He reckons "act natural" is a given. A handful of military soldiers pass the entrance of the bar in a paced dash. 13 gives them a brief glance on his way to the motorcycle. No one's going to look at them a second time, either, if they don't freak out. ]
[ Ah, then he'll get up and follow him once he's prompted to. He understands just fine that he should be acting natural, but when he notices the soldiers pass by, it's hard to keep his breath from hitching and his hands from shaking a little. So he'll put them in his pockets (please, calm down, hands). Seeing them like that, he realizes again what's at stake for him.
He'll be as quiet as possible, though, behind 13 as he leads him to the motorcycle. (Even if he doesn't feel quiet — knowing the soldiers are close-by makes it hard to remain as calm as he wants to. His heart feels like it might beat out of his chest.) ]
[ Before their ride, 13 motions Aiden to the motorcycle. ]
Here.
[ You first. 13 will get on afterward and start up the same way he had in the base.
Between their fairly casual display and the small clusters of people walking by, they've blended in well enough thus far. If Aiden doesn't somehow trip over himself, they should be fine. The soldiers aren't even looking their way. ]
[ Wow, he won't trip over himself right now!! He's just nervous, okay. But he's trying not to be outwardly nervous.
So he'll get on the motorcycle when he's motioned to, quietly. And when 13 gets on afterward, he'll spend a moment wondering whether he should hold onto him again, before ... deciding he will faintly hold onto the sides of his shirt, okay. Just for the beginning, okay! So he can get used to the speed again. Okay. ]
it's me laughing and shaking my head at my bad joke
[ From the way his shirt pulls around his sides, 13 can guess at the boy's plan. Although the brief chuckle that follows is soundless, the exhalation of breath is clearly audible while he overlays a hand on the panel in front of him.
This boy doesn't trust anything. Not even the back seat.
The motorcycle hums to life, and they take off at a similar acceleration to before. This time, 13 takes a different route to the base, in one part to avoid the marching soldiers and in another to approach from another direction. ]
you mean your fantastic joke that deserves praise and love
[ You can't expect him to trust anything when he's constantly being taught that nothing can be trusted! At least he's got some bit of it in 13 now, as much as he wouldn't want to admit it — though he wouldn't be coming with him like this if he didn't. He's far softer than Elise could ever be. Situations and where he puts his trust come out far differently when he's the only one making the decisions, apparently.
But, wow — he hears the way he exhales! R-Rude. Just going to scoff a little, but ... not let go. Especially when they're moving. Sob. ]
[ The ride is smooth, if perhaps a tad rushed in feeling due to 13's desire for swiftness. Unlike the first time, he swerves around and comes into the base from the side rather than the front, where a tall wall cuts them off from the interior.
Parking in a somewhat tucked away spot, 13 settles the motorcycle onto the ground. As he slides off his seat, he turns his attention to the wall. If he recalls correctly (and he surely has), there's a hole in security here – just enough space to scale the wall, past the barbed wires at the top. ]
We're here. How well do you climb?
LMFAO CHOKES ... don't worry jaejae i love you and your bad jokes
[ Then he'll get off the motorcycle after him, and quietly turn his attention to the wall and their surroundings. He might seem a little nervous and highly on guard — checking every direction before he looks back at the wall.
That question can only mean one thing. Ahh. A bit of shock, here. ]
You're — You're planning on climbing that? [ A-And Aiden has to, too? ]
I — well, I mean — I'm not the best at it ...
[ This is code for he doesn't want to admit it but physical activities are not quite his thing. Is there not an easier way to do this, 13. ]
[ 13 takes that to be more a sign of modesty in that boyish way, which is fitting. Well, it's a good thing that he doesn't require much in the way of prior experience.
Crouching, 13 ghosts a hand across the wall in search for nicks. The wall is quite old; age and environmental effects have withered away its integrity. When he finds a suitable notch, he straightens, bends his knee, and digs the tip of his boot into it. He presses down, testing the foothold, and reaches up to find more nicks for his hands. ]
You don't have to be. Follow my steps.
[ He kicks off, then steps into a second groove – this one much smaller – with his other foot. They're going climb this the old-fashioned way. A simple kick augmented with his charm should have been sufficient, but 4's words are constantly nagging him in the back of his mind, and the boy can't well do the same thing. ]
[ Well, with a mental sigh, Aiden doesn't believe he's really got much of a choice here. He's going to have to ... attempt to climb the wall. If he follows in 13's steps carefully, it shouldn't be too hard, right ...?
So he'll watch him carefully, trying to remember where he's placing his feet ... ]
A-Alright. Just ... don't do anything too difficult, then.
[ Please have mercy on him and his physical capabilities. This means no ridiculously large gaps between footholds and things. ]
[ Between their differences in height and his very different idea of what constitutes easy, 13's path of choice may be just a tad rocky for Aidan. Still, it's nothing Aidan shouldn't be able to do. Sometimes the gaps take a challenging turn, but they're not impossible to reach, and the grooves are almost always deep enough.
At last, near the end of the wall, 13 reaches out to the side to avoid a tangle of electric wires. There's a small gap at the top, too compact to squeeze between but large enough to rest a foot on to scale the wall. With his hand, he presses down on the gap and jumps up – and looks like he's all but floating in the air before he descends on the same spot with his foot, the picture of swift grace.
He glances down and over his shoulders to where Aidan is, gauging the boy's progress. ]
[ While Aiden is ... capable of following in 13's footsteps, that doesn't mean it isn't difficult for him. He takes significantly slower movements and there's a lot of parts where he's hesitant to even try to make it to the next groove in the wall. But he manages — somehow. He's going at least twice as slowly, though.
He's distracted when he looks up and notices 13's ridiculous grace in landing so perfectly; his distraction almost ends up costing him all the progress he's made on the wall, as he slips because of it. Not enough to fall, but enough for his heart to fall into his stomach and one of his feet to lose its footing.
And of course for him to yelp all of a sudden. And promptly be embarrassed afterwards. Nothing happened, okay. Just let him move his foot back into the grove and act like he's fine. ]
[ Sure, nothing happened. At the very least, 13 doesn't comment on Aiden's slip, and there's no change in his neutral expression. At the most, he turns his head forward toward the base to confirm that nobody's heard the yelp and come running. Looking back over his shoulder, he watches for a little longer. ]
Can you make it to the top on your own?
[ It's a genuine question, not a dig at Aiden's clumsy abilities. 13 needs to know if he can jump down to the other side and leave Aiden be, or if he should extend a helping hand to pull up the boy. ]
[ Well. Aiden sort of feels like that's a dig at his clumsy abilities, and while he'd like to just be stubborn and tell him he doesn't need any help and can make it to the top just fine, he ... kind of doesn't believe he can make it on his own. He's not sure he can pull off the same amount of grace as 13 has to get to the top. But. How to word this.
Mmnn. ]
Well — I think it'd go faster if you lent me a hand.
[ SEE HE'S NOT ADMITTING HE CAN'T MAKE IT. Just saying. It'd be faster if he had help. This way, his pride isn't completely crushed and he can also still get help. Yeah! ]
[ Couldn't have phrased it better. 13 doesn't think twice. He turns on his heels to crouch in Aiden's direction, and then leans over to offer a hand. ]
Here.
[ The second it's accepted, he'll curl his fingers around Aiden's wrist and pull. Aiden's weight shouldn't be much of an issue. ]
[ Well, he'll reach his hand out as quickly and carefully as possible. He's a little surprised at 13 grabbing his wrist rather than his hand, though. ]
[ The wrist is a far less painful choice for the one being pulled. Once Aiden's up and secure on the tiny opening at the top of the wall, 13 rises from his stooped position to give them both room – not that he's going to be here for very long. ]
You're welcome. Be careful coming down.
[ Apparently those cautionary words don't apply to himself, because 13 hops off and lands on both feet in a crouch. He straightens again and looks up, watching Aiden. ]
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this is me . . . your roommate would find me funny, too
We'll stay for a little longer. [ That being said, ] Did you decide?
let's show her how funny we are together come sleep over
[ Humm. And about that last part. ]
I, ah — I'm kind of stuck on that. This — it's kind of time sensitive, but ... I don't know how safe it is to go back right now ...
[ They're probably majorly on guard right now. ]
but where will i sleep on your patterned bed
They split their forces to patrol the town. Security will be stricter at the bases, but they'll have more holes.
next to me duuuuh. it's kinda slim but jac slept over just fine before
So, you think this'll be the best time to go, then?
[ ... Definitely a good thing he asked his opinion. ]
i hereby dub yours "the snuggle bed"
[ If the boy can run, he can think and move accordingly on his feet. They've been away for a while, between the transit and their time spent in the bar. 13 won't just assume that was enough to recharge, because everyone's different. ]
good then you must snuggle wit me in it PUFFS
A nod. ]
Yeah, I can run.
we will snuggle in yours and roll around in mine
13 nods back and gestures to the boy. ]
We'll go in three. If you need to do anything, do it now.
excellent. the two best activities to do in a bed. we've got our bases covered.
I'm ready whenever you are.
[ Ready to follow his lead (and hope things go relatively smoothly). ]
you mean . . . we've got our beds covered. ba dum tsh
Let's go.
[ He reckons "act natural" is a given. A handful of military soldiers pass the entrance of the bar in a paced dash. 13 gives them a brief glance on his way to the motorcycle. No one's going to look at them a second time, either, if they don't freak out. ]
pffff wow jaejae ... paps your silly joke face
He'll be as quiet as possible, though, behind 13 as he leads him to the motorcycle. (Even if he doesn't feel quiet — knowing the soldiers are close-by makes it hard to remain as calm as he wants to. His heart feels like it might beat out of his chest.) ]
HAHA . . . HA . . . ha . . . haha . . .
Here.
[ You first. 13 will get on afterward and start up the same way he had in the base.
Between their fairly casual display and the small clusters of people walking by, they've blended in well enough thus far. If Aiden doesn't somehow trip over himself, they should be fine. The soldiers aren't even looking their way. ]
... wow what's with the scary laughing jaejae
So he'll get on the motorcycle when he's motioned to, quietly. And when 13 gets on afterward, he'll spend a moment wondering whether he should hold onto him again, before ... deciding he will faintly hold onto the sides of his shirt, okay. Just for the beginning, okay! So he can get used to the speed again. Okay. ]
it's me laughing and shaking my head at my bad joke
This boy doesn't trust anything. Not even the back seat.
The motorcycle hums to life, and they take off at a similar acceleration to before. This time, 13 takes a different route to the base, in one part to avoid the marching soldiers and in another to approach from another direction. ]
you mean your fantastic joke that deserves praise and love
But, wow — he hears the way he exhales! R-Rude. Just going to scoff a little, but ... not let go. Especially when they're moving. Sob. ]
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Parking in a somewhat tucked away spot, 13 settles the motorcycle onto the ground. As he slides off his seat, he turns his attention to the wall. If he recalls correctly (and he surely has), there's a hole in security here – just enough space to scale the wall, past the barbed wires at the top. ]
We're here. How well do you climb?
LMFAO CHOKES ... don't worry jaejae i love you and your bad jokes
That question can only mean one thing. Ahh. A bit of shock, here. ]
You're — You're planning on climbing that? [ A-And Aiden has to, too? ]
I — well, I mean — I'm not the best at it ...
[ This is code for he doesn't want to admit it but physical activities are not quite his thing. Is there not an easier way to do this, 13. ]
i'm so lucky to have you
Crouching, 13 ghosts a hand across the wall in search for nicks. The wall is quite old; age and environmental effects have withered away its integrity. When he finds a suitable notch, he straightens, bends his knee, and digs the tip of his boot into it. He presses down, testing the foothold, and reaches up to find more nicks for his hands. ]
You don't have to be. Follow my steps.
[ He kicks off, then steps into a second groove – this one much smaller – with his other foot. They're going climb this the old-fashioned way. A simple kick augmented with his charm should have been sufficient, but 4's words are constantly nagging him in the back of his mind, and the boy can't well do the same thing. ]
pls das my line, o joke master
So he'll watch him carefully, trying to remember where he's placing his feet ... ]
A-Alright. Just ... don't do anything too difficult, then.
[ Please have mercy on him and his physical capabilities. This means no ridiculously large gaps between footholds and things. ]
the joke master is me, yes. flexes
At last, near the end of the wall, 13 reaches out to the side to avoid a tangle of electric wires. There's a small gap at the top, too compact to squeeze between but large enough to rest a foot on to scale the wall. With his hand, he presses down on the gap and jumps up – and looks like he's all but floating in the air before he descends on the same spot with his foot, the picture of swift grace.
He glances down and over his shoulders to where Aidan is, gauging the boy's progress. ]
JOKE KNIGHT QUEEN
He's distracted when he looks up and notices 13's ridiculous grace in landing so perfectly; his distraction almost ends up costing him all the progress he's made on the wall, as he slips because of it. Not enough to fall, but enough for his heart to fall into his stomach and one of his feet to lose its footing.
And of course for him to yelp all of a sudden. And promptly be embarrassed afterwards. Nothing happened, okay. Just let him move his foot back into the grove and act like he's fine. ]
too tired for a clever pun alas
Can you make it to the top on your own?
[ It's a genuine question, not a dig at Aiden's clumsy abilities. 13 needs to know if he can jump down to the other side and leave Aiden be, or if he should extend a helping hand to pull up the boy. ]
finally responds to this hi jae owo
Mmnn. ]
Well — I think it'd go faster if you lent me a hand.
[ SEE HE'S NOT ADMITTING HE CAN'T MAKE IT. Just saying. It'd be faster if he had help. This way, his pride isn't completely crushed and he can also still get help. Yeah! ]
finally . . . responds to this, too . . .
Here.
[ The second it's accepted, he'll curl his fingers around Aiden's wrist and pull. Aiden's weight shouldn't be much of an issue. ]
eats you
Um, th-thanks.
[ To get that out of the way.
Then he'll let 13 do his thing. ]
if you eat me, i can't respond anymore!
You're welcome. Be careful coming down.
[ Apparently those cautionary words don't apply to himself, because 13 hops off and lands on both feet in a crouch. He straightens again and looks up, watching Aiden. ]
u can in my tummy ;o;
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jae hates me ;-;
HAHA I FORGOT TO WRITE A SUBJECT
or was it on purpose because you hATE ME
yes. yes, it was. you caught me
i knew it ;A;
i hate you so much i love you
o///^///o
bad english is forever the bane of my existence