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SONNY "SUN" TOMOMI
Don't come looking for me.
"Idiot," Sun breathed, averting her gaze to avoid his intense eyes.
I mean it, I know you're stubborn but, please, stay here and guard that.
"You still haven't told me what it's for."
And I won't, you'll figure it out -
"Stop it," Blue flinched as Sun interrupted him, her expression harsh. "Don't even start with the cryptic bullshit, just tell me why it's important and we'll figure out where you can go - "
Go? You think there's somewhere in these slums the black jackets haven't searched yet? And here I thought you were a pessimist! Get real Sonny, I'm a dead man. His voice broke, and with that Blue flung his glass across the room, the shatter not phasing either; he ran his fingers through his long, blonde locks, which fell over his face, shadowing his always kind, hazel eyes. With his forehead in his palm, pale skin illuminated in the lively flicker of flames on a log within the heath, he laughed, though it trembled and shook, if she didn't know him he'd have seemed a bit like a mad man. I'm a dead, dead man.
Blue never really lost composure - her lashes hid the sad glimmer in her eyes, which lingered on his trembling body, his neck defined as it tensed, shoulders risen, back slightly hunched. A temporary let down of a carefully crafted guard. She started to reach a hand over, but quickly brought it back to her lap - Sonny never knew what was too much, or insensitive.
"You don't have to be, do you have any idea what people get away with here? We'll just... Stash you somewhere, there are places, there are... I mean, you know?" She tugged at the throw blanket falling from her shoulders, bundling herself up once more in the thin fabric, keeping her gaze on the wooden flooring emanating a dim, amber glow in the presence of the fire.
People get away with things here because the government doesn't give one shit if we all kill each other off, He told her, which she nodded, well aware. They don't care if we rot, starve, start fires, hell - I heard about one of the first reported cases of cannibalism yesterday! And... Peeking up from his palm for the first time, she reluctantly met his gaze, and that's just what's been reported. You're all boxed in with fucking zombies.
"Well that was uplifting," She managed, though he wasn't having the aversion of seriousness.
I don't know how you're still cracking jokes.
"What else am I supposed to do?"
Take that chip, and guard it with your life 'till you find someone who can extract the data and upload it to a server not associated with the city officials, He told her seriously, and she felt the slight bulge in her back pocket, though since he'd mentioned his danger in retrieving this Sun could only feel animosity towards the object.
"We can do that tomorrow."
We shouldn't even be in this house together, but I thought it'd be nicer to tell you goodbye over... tap water, than landline.
"I don't do goodbyes," She responded with sass, earning a genuine smirk from Blue who merely shook his head.
Me neither.
"Then let's just not do that and intend to see each other tomorrow."
Sun... - Their gazes locked, her brown eyes vibrant, serious, daring him to push. He held her stare for a long moment, feeling the coil of regret wrap around and strangle his chest, heavy, and pressing. Managing a tired smile of submission, he pushed off the floor. So... Ramen or ramen?
-
"You know how to use a pistol better than any of the gangs around here, surely that'll be enough?"
Maybe.
"And you know self defense, if someone were to break in."
Yes, Sonny.
"And then there's the back window, you could just slip out of there if you hear anything - "
Hey, She stepped out on the porch, acknowledging the subtle rising of blue in the fading night sky, but turned around at his softer tone. He sounded tired, and she frowned. Don't worry about it.
"That's literally the worst thing to say. Ever."
With a few little nods, he stood there for a moment, pensive, leaning in his doorway, just staring at her. Sonny was uncomfortable - she wasn't a very comforting person, and how the hell do you support someone who thinks they're going to die the next day? Wrapped up in her thoughts, she missed the extension of his arms, which wrapped around her somewhat tightly, tugging her into his chest. She stiffened dramatically, as if he were hugging a rock, but managed to peek up at him, only a couple inches shorter than his over six foot stature. "What's that for?"
Does there have to be a reason?
"Uh, no, I..." Letting her gaze fall, she managed to wrap her arms around his torso, attempting to return the affectionate gesture, though she herself felt awkward. "...I guess not." She felt his grip tighten, and the weight of his chin settling on her head. After a quiet moment she sighed, feeling her waterlines sting. "I thought I said no goodbyes."
Then don't call it a goodbye.
"Then..." she felt flushed with irritation, retracting a hand to wipe at her eyes, which quite suddenly released an entire stream of tears, though she kept her voice level. "Then what do we call it?"
...'Till next time.
-
Car doors slammed.
She watched from down the street as a stretcher came through the front doors of Blue's small house, gliding down the driveway, a thick blue tarp securely placed over what was shaped like a body. It was loaded into a slick, ebony van, over sized, and accompanied by two other, smaller black cars, all of which were full of odd, ominous characters in dark coats. Her heart sunk. Bastard wasn't kidding.
"Idiot," Sun breathed, averting her gaze to avoid his intense eyes.
I mean it, I know you're stubborn but, please, stay here and guard that.
"You still haven't told me what it's for."
And I won't, you'll figure it out -
"Stop it," Blue flinched as Sun interrupted him, her expression harsh. "Don't even start with the cryptic bullshit, just tell me why it's important and we'll figure out where you can go - "
Go? You think there's somewhere in these slums the black jackets haven't searched yet? And here I thought you were a pessimist! Get real Sonny, I'm a dead man. His voice broke, and with that Blue flung his glass across the room, the shatter not phasing either; he ran his fingers through his long, blonde locks, which fell over his face, shadowing his always kind, hazel eyes. With his forehead in his palm, pale skin illuminated in the lively flicker of flames on a log within the heath, he laughed, though it trembled and shook, if she didn't know him he'd have seemed a bit like a mad man. I'm a dead, dead man.
Blue never really lost composure - her lashes hid the sad glimmer in her eyes, which lingered on his trembling body, his neck defined as it tensed, shoulders risen, back slightly hunched. A temporary let down of a carefully crafted guard. She started to reach a hand over, but quickly brought it back to her lap - Sonny never knew what was too much, or insensitive.
"You don't have to be, do you have any idea what people get away with here? We'll just... Stash you somewhere, there are places, there are... I mean, you know?" She tugged at the throw blanket falling from her shoulders, bundling herself up once more in the thin fabric, keeping her gaze on the wooden flooring emanating a dim, amber glow in the presence of the fire.
People get away with things here because the government doesn't give one shit if we all kill each other off, He told her, which she nodded, well aware. They don't care if we rot, starve, start fires, hell - I heard about one of the first reported cases of cannibalism yesterday! And... Peeking up from his palm for the first time, she reluctantly met his gaze, and that's just what's been reported. You're all boxed in with fucking zombies.
"Well that was uplifting," She managed, though he wasn't having the aversion of seriousness.
I don't know how you're still cracking jokes.
"What else am I supposed to do?"
Take that chip, and guard it with your life 'till you find someone who can extract the data and upload it to a server not associated with the city officials, He told her seriously, and she felt the slight bulge in her back pocket, though since he'd mentioned his danger in retrieving this Sun could only feel animosity towards the object.
"We can do that tomorrow."
We shouldn't even be in this house together, but I thought it'd be nicer to tell you goodbye over... tap water, than landline.
"I don't do goodbyes," She responded with sass, earning a genuine smirk from Blue who merely shook his head.
Me neither.
"Then let's just not do that and intend to see each other tomorrow."
Sun... - Their gazes locked, her brown eyes vibrant, serious, daring him to push. He held her stare for a long moment, feeling the coil of regret wrap around and strangle his chest, heavy, and pressing. Managing a tired smile of submission, he pushed off the floor. So... Ramen or ramen?
-
"You know how to use a pistol better than any of the gangs around here, surely that'll be enough?"
Maybe.
"And you know self defense, if someone were to break in."
Yes, Sonny.
"And then there's the back window, you could just slip out of there if you hear anything - "
Hey, She stepped out on the porch, acknowledging the subtle rising of blue in the fading night sky, but turned around at his softer tone. He sounded tired, and she frowned. Don't worry about it.
"That's literally the worst thing to say. Ever."
With a few little nods, he stood there for a moment, pensive, leaning in his doorway, just staring at her. Sonny was uncomfortable - she wasn't a very comforting person, and how the hell do you support someone who thinks they're going to die the next day? Wrapped up in her thoughts, she missed the extension of his arms, which wrapped around her somewhat tightly, tugging her into his chest. She stiffened dramatically, as if he were hugging a rock, but managed to peek up at him, only a couple inches shorter than his over six foot stature. "What's that for?"
Does there have to be a reason?
"Uh, no, I..." Letting her gaze fall, she managed to wrap her arms around his torso, attempting to return the affectionate gesture, though she herself felt awkward. "...I guess not." She felt his grip tighten, and the weight of his chin settling on her head. After a quiet moment she sighed, feeling her waterlines sting. "I thought I said no goodbyes."
Then don't call it a goodbye.
"Then..." she felt flushed with irritation, retracting a hand to wipe at her eyes, which quite suddenly released an entire stream of tears, though she kept her voice level. "Then what do we call it?"
...'Till next time.
-
Car doors slammed.
She watched from down the street as a stretcher came through the front doors of Blue's small house, gliding down the driveway, a thick blue tarp securely placed over what was shaped like a body. It was loaded into a slick, ebony van, over sized, and accompanied by two other, smaller black cars, all of which were full of odd, ominous characters in dark coats. Her heart sunk. Bastard wasn't kidding.