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higanbana: Wherever you are.
higanbana: Or wherever you want to be.

[The reply takes a long time in coming. But eventually:]

hurricane: theres a building liek 12 blocks down from the hotel or sthng
hurricane: got a blue awning
hurricane: u know it?

higanbana: I've seen it before
higanbana: I'll be there soon

hurricane: ok

[ it takes some time before there's the sound of a motorcycle outside, the engine dulling down and then cutting, before someone steps into the building. ]

. . . Hurricane-san?

[ the voice is softer, pitched slightly higher but more sideways in that it sounds more like a girl's register ]

[There's no answer; at a glance, the building looks empty.]

[ well

scoping the place out, wrapped in a big blanket ]

[It takes a minute, but eventually a quiet voice comes - from behind him, in the doorway.]

...hey.

[ oh

turning around - huh

not particularly startled or surprised, like he'd expected he'd be hiding somewhere - he simply redirects his course to walk right over to him, to, whether sitting or not, embrace him ]

[He had been hiding somewhere. But hiding somewhere means you can't watch the outside of the building to make sure the person coming to see you is the right person, so.]

[So.]

[He goes a little stiff at the embrace, like he's not quite certain - but then he thaws somewhat, and leans into it.]

[ fortunately even with his changed shape he's pretty noticeably still lucifel-like in features, he's a little softer to hug and the muscle has redistributed to be smaller, more dense. pulling the blanket around him first before better embracing him, firmly ]

[...he gets his arms up to return the embrace, slowly. Lets his forehead drop onto Lucifel's shoulder.]

[ staying still, for him to finish thawing, save for letting his head drop against hurricane's, as though to nuzzle him ]

[He doesn't relax any more than he already is; there's a tightness to his shoulders, and the way he's holding himself is a little stiff.]

[Finally, reluctantly:]

...hey. Sorry.

Mm - ?

Sorry?

[There's no answer for a long tiem. Then, eventually:]

...you saw, right?

. . . The broadcast?

[He nods, a slight bob of his head without lifting it from Lucifel's shoulder at all.]

. . . You know, I've seen worse than that. You know that I have.

...yeah.

I won't say it doesn't bother me -

[ speaking, as he lifts a hand up to stroke the back of hurricane's head ]

- but, it's at least not something to apologize for. Certainly, you shouldn't be the one to apologize.

[He doesn't lean into the hair pets, the way he usually would - is too tired to lift his head to do it.]

I coulda not been stupid.

That's not something you need to apologize to me for.

[ nuzzling him again, shifting as though to press closer ]

. . . That's a lesson learned for next time. Well, in any case, will we keep standing, or shall we make ourselves more comfortable?

[He trembles, a little; there's a long moment, when he doesn't reply.]

[If he just doesn't say anything, will he not have to answer?]

[ well

stepping closer in any case, more fully pressing his body - not just his upper torso but his stomach, one leg between hurricane's to press himself closer and closer, secure the blanket around him.

it's fine to stand too, though it's just that it's a little unideal if they're to share warmth - but he doesn't mind it. ]

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