[closed] STRIKE OUT

[horrifictie]

Who ⬤ Harry, Kim, Kamui, Andy
What ⬤ Bowling Match
When ⬤ Early July
Where ⬤ Sutoku Region Bowling Alley
Content Warnings ⬤ N/A




With the blood rain and cursed nightmares gone, there's a promise that must be fulfilled. The bowling match of the century: Harry & Andy vs Kim & Kamui. The prize: the right to brag and sneer over the losers. The most important thing isn't winning, but that your enemies *lose*.

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[killtime]

[ Being friends. As if she even really knows what that means. The long centuries have blurred that line for her. Maybe she only really understands the difference between people that are hers and people that aren't.

She told him her name. Her real name. And she stayed afterward, content to sleep in his bed until morning. So it isn't exactly rocket science, figuring out which one of those things Kamui is. That's probably why his earnest confessions work on her the way they do. That, and his small, shy smile. She can only glance at him a moment before she's looking away again, using her turn to bowl as an excuse. ]

Wouldn't call myself a fucking paragon of friendship. [ Dryly, as she stands and picks up one of the heavy balls: ] If you're looking to learn how that shit works, I don't recommend using my ass as any kind of example.

[metafictions]

So, figuring it all out as we go, huh.

[He's never really had anyone, himself-- hell, he's never really had anything to call his own, as of late-- but Kamui can feel it. Andy's effortlessly slotted herself into his life in this town, of choice, rather than by any assignment or obligation. He's always been happy to let her have the space. She is, after all, his people, too.

Kamui watches the slope of her shoulders as she reaches for the bowling ball. Calmly, he continues:]

That's fine with me, Andromache.

[killtime]

[ She doesn't know why it catches her off guard, hearing him call her that in semi-public. Maybe she's just not used to it yet — the little gods know she can count the number of people who call her Andromache around here on one hand with fingers to spare — but it's enough to make her let go of the bowling ball just a little too early, veering off its intended course and plunking into the gutter before rolling forlornly away.

The corners of Andy's mouth turn down ever so slightly. She gives Kamui a pointed look, pursing her lips at him like she can't decide if he did that strategically or not. ]

How much is there to actually figure out? [ Her hand rests briefly on her hip before she turns away to prepare for her second attempt. ] We can keep doing the same thing we were doing before. We just fuck now.

[ But she's not being entirely honest, now is she? ]

[metafictions]

[Turnabout is fair play, Andy. It is half strategic, but that just means that half of it is his own genuine affection for the woman currently glowering at him. He keeps up his poker face, though, as he watches her prepare for the next roll of the ball.]

If that's okay with you, then that's okay with me.

[It is. Really. There's no uncertainty in his words. God knows he's not entirely sure how a normal friendship is supposed to work, anyways.]

What were we doing before, though? I mostly remember you dropping by to distract me and Kim at the store. [His tone's light. Clearly, he has never minded.]

[killtime]

[ She spares him another one of her pointed little looks before turning to face forward again, more focused than she was on her first attempt. Maybe she's overcompensating a bit, but this time, her aim is true. Not a pin left standing. ]

For the record, it's not the same with Kim. [ Dryly: ] And not just because he doesn't like women that way.

[ As if that clarifies a damn thing. ]