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[cleverblocker]

"If someone isn't dead, dying, or on fire, think very carefully if you want to bother me. Also yes, there is a lion in my house, a real, breathing, shitting, man-eating lion. I'm not making it up. Fuck off."

Unit 1469
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[purrceives]

[ It takes but a moment for Kenma to react, and then, silently, he turns to Tsukishima, pressing close to his taller frame as he rests his forehead against his chest, breathing out slowly and measurably. His presence, warm and here, helps so much more than he could express, and he's utterly glad for it along with those words. ] Y-Yeah, I guess that's true. It... It won't be the last time I see him. Right..?

[cleverblocker]

[it's so nice how perfectly kenma fits against him, just tall enough to fit perfectly under his chin and in his arms. he pulls the other boy as close as he dares, one arm wrapping around his waist while his other hand rises to rest against the back of his neck, fingers brushing loosely at his hair.]

Right. Kuroo would find a way to get back here no matter what if he found out that, for some totally unlikely reason, you weren't going to see him again. He's stubborn like that.

[purrceives]

[ The touch against his neck and in his hair is utterly soothing, just as the embrace is, and while Kenma is hardly the most physically affectionate he wants to be in Tsukishima's arms right then. He doesn't want to be alone. His hands lift, fingers curling into the other's shirt at his sides, and he gives a small nod against his chest, an amused sound followed by a sniffle coming from him. ] Yeah, he is. Even when I totally ignored him, he'd still come over to see me when we were kids. [ It's oddly nostalgic, thinking about it. ] It sucks not being able to know when someone's going to leave.

[cleverblocker]

[tsukishima's arms tighten marginally around him at his words, because he has to actively keep himself from thinking about that, spends so much time not thinking about it that it kind of makes him sick. it makes him sick to think of waking up one morning and finding kenma gone, and to a lesser degree, even the shitbird duo of kageyama and hinata.

but he can't think about it, or he's going to end up having another panic attack, and that's the last thing kenma needs to be dealing with right now.]

Yeah, it. It really does. [he clears his throat to try and chase off the waver that colors his voice.] Kuroo seems like the incredibly stubborn type, so I can just picture him following you home and carrying on a conversation with himself the whole way.

[purrceives]

[ He'd thought about it, of course he had, the idea that Kuroo, or Hinata, or Tsukishima could vanish one day without a warning. Of course, he hadn't let himself do so at length to save himself from how nervous it made him but now, with one of the most important people to him being gone, he can't help but wonder if the same might happen to the others sometime soon. And he hates it. It's such a strongly felt sentiment that it even surprises himself. A sound escapes him again, something closer to a laugh though it's almost too quiet to be heard. ] He'd do that a lot. It was nice, I didn't have to worry about him being upset by it, because I didn't talk much. He's a good friend. [ It's... funny in a really sad way, that he's only able to say something like this now that Kuroo isn't around. It makes him think that he should show his appreciation a bit more, the next time he see him. Kenma's small frame slowly relaxes, but something else comes to mind, a little belatedly to his annoyance - usually he isn't too caught up in his own feelings to forget about someone else's, especially if it's someone he cares so much about. ] Sorry. I know talking about this stuff bothers you. [ And even without being able to see Tsukishima at that moment, Kenma has a feeling that the conversation isn't pleasant for the other in any regards. If past experience is anything to go by, after all. The thought of making Tsukishima upset would only worsen his own feelings in any case. ] We don't have to talk about it anymore. I'm okay. [ Thanks to you. ]

[cleverblocker]

I'm glad you have someone looking out for you like him. [and while kenma has him looking out for him as well now, he hasn't known him nearly as long as kuroo, and probably doesn't know him or understand him as well as the other. and that's okay; he's not going to try and hold himself to kuroo's standards, just like how he wouldn't want kenma to try and hold himself to yamaguchi's. they serve different functions in each other's lives, and that's fine.

some of the tension bleeds out of him at kenma's laugh, and it's so soft that he would have missed it if kenma wasn't settled so close to him. he likes the sound of his laugh, and the way it makes it shoulders twitch when he doesn't laugh loud enough to make a sound.]

It's okay. I know that...talking about things after something happens helps, sometimes. [because while he doesn't like talking about the disappearances that seem to continue to color their time in this strange place, he also doesn't want kenma to have to bottle it up and let it fester.]