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voidtreckerexpress2020-11-08 08:17 pm
blue_ice) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-11-08 08:17 pm
wound up
Who: Kaiba and open!
Where: Spa car
When: Imagination 4, very late at night
What: Someone gives into temptation to indulge and has potentially interesting discussions!
Warnings: Implied/possible mention of child abuse, other war/injury discussion possible. Will update if needed.
It's been...a day. Kaiba's spent time this evening working on how to talk to the others. It's clear as a train they need to regroup on a number of topics and make some changes, but how? And does he even want to try to facilitate? Not exactly his strong suit. He can already imagine the headache. He's sketched out a few potential outlines of topics to open the floor on. Maybe the memorial really is the simplest place to start?
But he's putting that out of his mind. After a late night in the standard car hunched over his notebook, he realizes that the train's fallen quiet in the night. Time to head back to bed. He moves through the largely-empty cars, but as the strange new scent of the spa car filters through in the corridor, he hesitates. The quiet is the perfect time, isn't it?
One ruffle through the closet and a quick shower trip later, he returns, carefully folding his legs beneath him as he sinks in. His torso's long enough that he's only covered up to the ribs and the old, angry red marks between his shoulder blades are exposed, but surely it's quiet enough that that's not an issue.
Finally...at last, he hears nothing but the sound of water lapping the edges of the pool. He can finally relax. He closes his eyes, rolling his shoulders back with a soft sigh.
"...hm. Not bad...maybe."
Where: Spa car
When: Imagination 4, very late at night
What: Someone gives into temptation to indulge and has potentially interesting discussions!
Warnings: Implied/possible mention of child abuse, other war/injury discussion possible. Will update if needed.
It's been...a day. Kaiba's spent time this evening working on how to talk to the others. It's clear as a train they need to regroup on a number of topics and make some changes, but how? And does he even want to try to facilitate? Not exactly his strong suit. He can already imagine the headache. He's sketched out a few potential outlines of topics to open the floor on. Maybe the memorial really is the simplest place to start?
But he's putting that out of his mind. After a late night in the standard car hunched over his notebook, he realizes that the train's fallen quiet in the night. Time to head back to bed. He moves through the largely-empty cars, but as the strange new scent of the spa car filters through in the corridor, he hesitates. The quiet is the perfect time, isn't it?
One ruffle through the closet and a quick shower trip later, he returns, carefully folding his legs beneath him as he sinks in. His torso's long enough that he's only covered up to the ribs and the old, angry red marks between his shoulder blades are exposed, but surely it's quiet enough that that's not an issue.
Finally...at last, he hears nothing but the sound of water lapping the edges of the pool. He can finally relax. He closes his eyes, rolling his shoulders back with a soft sigh.
"...hm. Not bad...maybe."
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He was honestly trying at least that was always his thought. So he figured that he might as well try the spa while it was quiet. If he ended up doing something dumb then no one would know right?
Wrong. When he first entered he soon found himself pausing for a brief moment.
"I guess others had the same idea of coming here at night, huh?"
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"Apparently. And we have our reasons..."
A vague reference, and then he curled up a bit. "Come on, there's room."
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But Allen at least was being polite and taking the offer, finally removing the polo that he had been wearing and revealing his own scars on his torso and made it more obvious about the fact his left arm was a completely different color from the rest of him.
Allen didn't seem shy about it either as he got in and leaned back slightly as from the polo a golden golem climbed out and was soon on top of his head once again.
"Sometimes you kind of forget how relaxing this type of thing can be."
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Kaiba rolled his shoulders back, wincing a little at the tension in them. But that was fine, he was here to get better after all. He gave Allen an accepting nod, his focus mainly drifting to the golem.
"Brought a friend?"
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"Timcampy tends to come with me no matter where I go. He's used to being around 24/7 at this point." he answered moving his hand to nudge the golem slightly as he flapped his wings before settling again.
"You need a wash at some point Timcampy."
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"It's not that bad. Not too hot...come on, your friend doesn't want to carry you around if you smell."
An attempt at dry humor. He tilts his head, regarding Allen once more.
"I'm Kaiba. I don't...think we've met?"
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For Allen just sitting here was just good enough really.
"I'm Allen. I don't think we have, but considering the number of people you never really meet everyone."
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He's still feeling a little awkward. They both have their secrets, clearly, but.
"You never really get used to the crowds. It's...hard to get away from it all and think."
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"I think if we were in a bu8ilding or something it would be different. But yeah... the number of people makes it hard to have that moment to think if one wanted it."