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akolnoix · 5 years
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sometimes i really feel incapable of drawing anything serious
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ofvaricty-a · 6 years
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tachikazae replied to your post: y’all need jesus
me: looks in your memes tag me: hmmm
me: looks into your soul also me: don’t try me u sinner
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half-sleeping · 8 years
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Day 6: Set 1.6 Chameleon
Collected at Bordering Trouble on the AO3.
“Anyone seen Kazama?” said Tachikawa, sprawled inelegantly on the floor. He put down his game controller. Well. Kunchika’s game controller.
“No,” said Suwa, not looking up from his card game with Azuma. “He didn’t answer his calls. Is he even at the base today?”
“He was here,” said Tachikawa, reaching for his beer.
“He was here,” said Azuma. “I saw him come in this morning.” He fanned out his hand of cards. “I invited him to come down, he said he would be with the engineers all day.”
“They’re doing more modifications to his uniform,” Tachikawa recited, then looked pleased with himself for having retained information heard just earlier today. “Chameleon, huh?”
“Must be nice to be A-rank,” said Suwa, putting down another card.
“It must be taking a while,” said Azuma. “If he’s putting it through some extensive tests.”
“So… he could be right here, right now,” said Tachikawa.
Azuma paused and looked closely at the attacker. “It’s possible,” he said. “But Kazama isn’t the type to play pranks like that.”
“He did it before,” said Suwa. “Stealth training he said, stealth training my ass. I almost had a heart attack.” “So…” said Tachikawa. “He could be right here, right now.”
“Fuck man, don’t give me the creeps,” complained Suwa. “It’s hard enough to keep losing money to Azuma-san, I’m already on double defense shifts tonight.”
“Last hand, then,” said Azuma peacefully. “I have to meet someone soon.” While Tachikawa apparently divided his mental resources between contemplating Kazama skulking unseen through Border HQ and failing to beat Izumi’s latest high score, the elder two finished their game and Suwa grumbled around his cigarette as he paid up.
“I’ll get in a real smoke before I have to go out,” said Suwa. “Tachikawa, you coming?”
“Too comfortable,” said Tachikawa, his eyes half-closed. Azuma’s thoughtful gaze dwelled on Tachikawa’s lolled-back head for a moment, but he only said, “See you later,” and left with Suwa.
Just as the door clicked shut Kazama materialised, sitting peacefully in the space that had been left open by Tachikawa’s spread legs.
“Tired?” said Tachikawa, grinning.
“Thirsty,” said Kazama. He took the can out of Tachikawa’s hand. “Your teammates are underage, in case you’ve forgotten.”
“As long as I don’t take it out of the team room it’s fine,” said Tachikawa, unperturbed. “They wouldn’t touch it.”
Kazama drained it and put the empty can just out of Tachikawa’s easy reach.  
“Azuma suspected,” said Tachikawa.
“You’re easy to read,” said Kazama. “And you were being too obvious about it.”
“Don’t I get any credit for guessing you were here at all?” said Tachikawa, mock-outraged.
“I handed that to you,” said Kazama. “So, no.” He stood in a single smooth movement, sleek in his squad uniform. He glanced at the wall clock. “I’ll keep going until my trion reserves are depleted. I’d like to have results for the engineers by the end of the day.”
“Sure,” said Tachikawa. He didn’t look to see if Kazama had already reactivated Chameleon.
Tachikawa scratched his head. “Hey, are you-”
The door opened behind Tachikawa, and then closed.
“You still here?” said Tachikawa, into the expectant silence. His skin prickled. “Kazama?”
A whisper of air, the very faintly beery smell of Kazama’s breath. “Guess.”
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