outdistanced | turbo heaven 🌼 chrono

Yeah, I know you will.

[ has not forgotten his insistence on fighting god a few weeks ago, ]

...Okay. Good.

[ awkward little idiot. but he's... happy? pleased with this outcome. so he shifts to steal a quick kiss. ]

Just lemme get the extra blankets, I guess?

[ that's still on the table if there's even a tiny bit of reason to!!!

ah? the kiss flusters him a little, very cute...?? it's really nice when laurence reacts like this, like he realises that he's allowed to have things he didn't even consider. ]

Um. Yeah. I'm gonna go... get changed? Take the cup back down?

[ why is he wording everything as a question?? he'll stand, shuffle out the room with a little reluctance. ]

[ giving him an amused look as he gets up. ]

Alright. I'm not going anywhere.

[ time to make this the coziest bed he's ever had ]

[ this is a speedrun attempt in motion; down the stairs, mug into the dishwasher (still too fussy to just leave it in his room), back up, into his (yes, empty) room, changed into a loose shirt and shorts.

and back. record time. totally unflustered, please ignore the fact that his shirt is inside-out. ]

Hey.

[ buddy. it doesn't take long to fix up the bed so he's just vibing by the time chrono's back and just. looks at him and laughs. ]

Is your shirt inside out?

[ no he will not leave it alone ]

[ he's uncomprehending for a moment, head tilted, before glancing down and sure enough. ]

--damn it.

[ facing away modestly to take it off and flip it right side out!! look it's been a long day. ]

[ not the modesty after curfew. unfortunately laurence really does find it funny, and kind of cute? but he won't prod too hard about it after what happened earlier.

he's still sitting on the bed checking his phone for any updates now that it's extra cozy but he sets that aside for now. ]

You sure you're okay...?

[ he's clearly out of it. ]

[ all of this is extra stupid after curfew.

anyway with that fixed. he's kind of stuck for a second. so instead of answering the question normally, chrono fidgets before just... like...

walking over, climbing onto the bed, wrapping his arms around laurence's shoulders, and pulling him back with the motion while simultaneously tucking his face into his neck. ]

[ not quite the answer he was expecting, but he doesn't resist at all. he shifts easily to accommodate with a sigh, slipping his own arms back around chrono's waist. ]

Sorry, Chrono. [ softly. ] We don't have to talk or anything.

[ they can just chill here if he wants. ]

Don't apologise.

[ muffled

he shifts his hold, rearranges them a bit. it's not really a sleeping hold, yet, but a comfortable one anyway. seems he's been anxious about cuddling. ]

I still want to talk. Or listen, maybe.

[ honestly as long as it's comfortable, laurence can't being himself to care that much. ]

About what?

[ he's not sure he has much to say, personally, but. maybe there's something. ]

I don't know. It's better hearing you talk, though.

[ plainly. he sighs, and draws in even closer. much better than the floor, but today was horrid, so. ]

Can you... tell me somethin' nice you did with someone else?

[ ah... he ignores the sudden warmth in his face to look up at the ceiling with a thoughtful hum. ]

We haven't done it yet, but... Taair and I were talking about going to pick up some flowers for everyone returning tomorrow. Just something extra to welcome them back with, I guess.

I did help Fidelio make a good luck charm earlier.

Mm. That sounds like a really good idea. It's nice that you guys think of this stuff.

[ a breath. his arms loosen a little, moving to drape more loosely across laurence's chest, legs shifting to hook one pair of their ankles together. ]

What was the charm made of?

It's really not my usual thing... Some of them might appreciate it, though.

[ then again he's also just not used to dealing with death. or he wasn't before here. ]

It was just a paper rose, but he said he was going to cover it in sand, too. I think Yves told him to ask me for help with it.

Think everyone'll appreciate it. It's thoughtful.

[ he kept the amaryllis in the back of his sketchpad until it started to break down. the imprint it left on the paper is... somewhere. ]

In sand...? Why sand?

It's nothing that special, but if they like it.

[ maybe he's just a little flustered. idiot. ]

Because because the charm is supposed to be a sand rose, apparently. A rock that looks like a rose, but he said they're rare, so paper would work just as well.

[ smiles against his neck. stupid ]

Oh, that's cool. Gettin' close enough works just fine. Charms like that are really about the thought behind it.

Mm... if you say so. I wouldn't really know.

But you helped anyway.

[ mm. he's quiet for a long moment. ]

...wish you wouldn't worry so much about askin' me things. Even if they're not always nice, the fact you ask at all is good.

Because he asked, and I didn't have a reason not to.

[ ...hm? ]

I do ask you things, though.

Because you knew how to make a paper rose?

[ a sigh. wording this is hard. ]

Yeah, I just mean... you worry about me a lot. [ curls against him a little more. ] You can ask me anything at all, you know? Stuff you want, stuff you want to know.

Yeah. Yves showed me how when... [ ah, wait, no. he trails off, leaving that thought unfinished.

hm. this must be about earlier, then? he watches chrono for a moment from his periphery... mostly just his hair ig. ]

I don't know if curiosity is worth making you relive some of the shit you've been through already.

[ he stills for a moment, at the unfinished explanation, but then remembers roses and makes a neutral, acknowledging sound. yeah nope that's fine

it's his hair. his face is still tucked away, though laurence might feel a frown. ]

Not like that's stopping it anyway. [ sigh. ] But no, I just mean more... guess it's not really about asking. I'm worried about you too, is all.

Maybe not, but still.

[ wait why is this about him now. ]

...What for?

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