txt me maybe

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[scunner]

SENT: 01:04 AM
need nothing

im coming over

where did the notif for this go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[knifehead]

SENT: 1:05 AM
Should I get dressed?

narnia

[scunner]

SENT: 01:06 AM
no

wow rude

[knifehead]

SENT: 01:07 AM
Use your keys.

[ Chuck says he doesn't need to get dressed, and so Raleigh doesn't put on a shirt, lets the bruises on his back show livid all over. There are a few electrical burns from the night before, where the fight ring's MC had decided to give the fights a new twist.

He still has the smell of singed flesh clinging to his nose, but in the run of things? It's not the worst smell in the world. ]

how am i the rude one

[scunner]

[ they don't really fight anymore. which is to say they do, but that the parameters have changed. along with the means, cause, and results. maybe they're too tired. maybe the fight loses meaning when they're at war with the whole goddamn world. whatever rivalry they'd had in the walls of the shatterdome has evolved, and chuck doesn't care what gets the blame for it (because that was another life and another time and those people aren't alive anymore.)

it's closer to bickering. sniping. the back and forth that they default to because they're both too selective with their intimacies.

chuck doesn't reply to the message, and he makes no effort to disguise his entry when he steps through the front door- locks it behind him. they don't have a pattern, a rhythm or even the barest hint of routine- but there's a familiarity that they adhere to all the same. chuck leaves his shoes by the door and drops his shirt over a passing chair (it isn't staking a claim so much as it is an indication of the things he'll never say. that he's comfortable enough to strip his armor off here. with him. whatever that means.) and by the time he's up the narrow stairs, his fingers work carelessly at his belt. a metallic cling when his feet find the second floor. ]