13th Cycle // Continued Thread

[hatesblindjokes]

[Continuation of this thread. They both got drunk and then decided to punch each other for fun.]

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[indigochild]

[Each stupid joke puts one more step between them and the mess they're in the process of slowly walking away from. It's a framework that Irahl doesn't have to think very hard to build off of, and that is yet another relief in the wake of everything else. If he can just keep this up, maybe things will go back to normal.

He's able to rest his head back against the wall now and close his eyes. He still has music playing in one ear.]

They better show up soon. We're running out of people to beat up.

[hatesblindjokes]

[He chuckles. Winces. Holds his side.]

Fuck... Stop making me laugh...

[Though he says it with half a grin on his face, so he probably doesn't mean this all that seriously. All things considered, hurting from laughing is a good problem to have. He makes his way back up to his feet, swearing that his sore muscles have only gotten worse since he's stopped having some other problem to distract him.

As he goes back towards his bed, waving vaguely behind himself in Irahl's direction.]

Lemme know if you want anything, aight?

[Just sort of a blanket statement to cover anything from wanting more ice water to wanting him to stay up and talk to for a while. Maybe Irahl won't ask for anything, that's fine too. The offer is made all the same.]

[indigochild]

[There's a noncommittal murmur to Vincent's offer--which, the fact that there is any reply at all is a good sign. Those are the kind of comments that Irahl typically feels zero obligation to respond to, so he's at least making the effort to acknowledge Vincent, even if they both know he probably has no intention of actually taking him up on the offer.

Otherwise, he's good to disengage now. He's going to stay propped upright in his bunk-cave for now, as he needs some time to slowly unwind from his upset, but the rattling anxiety has been left behind.

The dust can finally be allowed to settle. And once it does, he'll finally tip over to let his busted body rest, and get some sleep.]