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028 ± [ location: central (locked to Cain) ] the buttons are pushing themselves
Somehow Glitch got it in his half-full head that what Cain really, really needed after a month and a scoosh of getting kidnapped, brainwashed into some bizarre alternate self, and then finding out that his two best friends had become romantically involved (...and no, that description still didn't sound perfectly right) was a housewarming gift. Not a music box, but a music player nonetheless, with an assortment of small discs he'd pulled from the palace archives. Traditional ditties, a few popular collections from well before the war, and some of the jazz that got imported from the Otherside and melded with Ozian styles.
Odds were against the gift going over too well, but Glitch was a bit desperate to get (back?) into Cain's good graces. So he struck out for Central - of course the tin man would settle in Central - and the dot on the map that showed Cain's home. There was a parcel under his arm, a scarf wound loosely around his neck, and snow flurries catching in his curls.
...maybe he should have gotten Cain a scarf instead, or some gloves, or something else warmth-generating. A very insistent half-memory told him Cain would not like the cold.
ooc - post shall contain mistletoe-induced shenanigans of a kissy and snuggly nature. BYO-popcorn :3
Odds were against the gift going over too well, but Glitch was a bit desperate to get (back?) into Cain's good graces. So he struck out for Central - of course the tin man would settle in Central - and the dot on the map that showed Cain's home. There was a parcel under his arm, a scarf wound loosely around his neck, and snow flurries catching in his curls.
...maybe he should have gotten Cain a scarf instead, or some gloves, or something else warmth-generating. A very insistent half-memory told him Cain would not like the cold.
ooc - post shall contain mistletoe-induced shenanigans of a kissy and snuggly nature. BYO-popcorn :3
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He needed something else to keep him warm, like added layers of clothing; a scarf or a sweater might be nice. He pulled on his winter coat (courtesy of the hatches), righted his hat (same as the coat), and went looking for his tablet. Never mind that he hardly ever kept it running, he still didn't like leaving it behind. You never knew what kind of messages you might miss if you didn't check it every ten minutes.
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Then Glitch spotted a familiar behatted silhouette and he grinned, trivial trepidations forgotten in an instant.
"Cain!" he called and waved his free arm before loping over to the other man. "Hey, hi, I was...looking for you."
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He sighed, and figured that seeing as his life had only been easy for a short while, it was bound to keep being difficult to the day he died. He had the sickening notion he wasn't getting out of this place alive; that somewhere behind the facade, all the people who 'went home' were actually ending up a source of energy or nutrition for their captors.
Or just experimented upon. He wasn't sure which option he dreaded the least. He cupped his hands in front of his mouth to blow some hot air into them. Then, not entirely reluctantly, gave Glitch one of his trademark Exercises of Brevity (tm): "You found me."
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"I did," he said, then blinked and proffered the gift. It was a wooden box, square, and easily recognizable as a music player case from the O.Z. Within there'd be a crystalline-matrix powered device and a row of song discs within the velvet-lined confines.
"A housewarming present," Glitch explained. "F-for your home, which I wanted to see." If you're willing to let me in, he didn't add, but settled for glancing around the street. "It's not far, is it?"
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And despite the fact Cain felt more and more like he should be the one to extend such tokens, he found he couldn't refuse. He took the case, looked it over, and placed it snugly under his arm. "Not too far," he said. "Nothing compared to trekking 'cross the entire Zone, back and forth.
"Thanks."
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"You're welcome," he replied with a puppet-like nod. "I was just thinking, you know, maybe you'd like a little something from--" A particularly icy gust sprung up and Glitch found himself shivering, the rest of that thought carried away on the wind. "N-n-not far, you said?"
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He reached out and patted his friend's arm and tugged him along. "I'll never know how you survived the Zone, Glitch. Don't you know you're not supposed to stay still when out in the cold?"
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The specifics didn't matter, just the idea behind them. Keep the gears moving and there'd be progress, it was a surprisingly universal concept.
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Just a block away, his building. He could see the dark green door and the steps leading up to it from here. The snow lay snugly in every nook and cranny it could, covered the bushes adorning the sidewalk, nestling into the grooves of the masonry that made up the outer wall. It was a nice building. Old looking, and just a bit worn.
Not entirely unlike himself, or so he imagined.
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The fact that the door was green brought a smile to Glitch's face. It was his favorite color, as the emeralds the old City's streets had been paved with, as the forested hillsides rising above his mother's estate, as the decorative shrubbery growing over the doorway--
"It's...a nice place," he declared firmly, with the air of someone who knew from bad places and was appreciative of the nice ones. Glitch glanced at up at Cain, a smile just tugging the corners of his mouth. "I'm glad you found somewhere nice."
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He nodded. "I don't have much, but I think I can scrounge up some coffee."
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"Coffee would be excellent," he declared as he joined Cain. "Anything to help get warm again would be excellent."
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He realized something right then and there; something he felt absolutely certain he should have admitted a long time ago, a lifetime ago.
Instead of letting Glitch into the hallway, he lifted his hand to cup his face as if he'd done it a thousand times already (he hadn't, not in ten years had he done such a thing).
He leaned in - heart skipping a beat. Pulled Glitch close.
Looked into his eyes - they were warm brown, and seemed more vibrant than he'd ever noticed.
And pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth.
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Cain, dear Cain, and why hadn't he seen it, felt it, known it before? So much time had been wasted but then Glitch was most comfortable with the here and now, where Cain was touching his face and staring at him with something remarkable in his eyes.
Blue eyes, something about another pair of blue eyes and another doorway and finding shelter from a blizzard but the memory(?) flitted away too quickly to worry about it.
The kiss was warm but he still shivered, wanted more, and so reached up to grasp the front of Cain's coat in order to hold him in place so Glitch could kiss him properly. Well, properly as he could while smiling with delirious happiness.
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He broke the kiss, overcome by a sudden flush of heat to his face, and ducked his head with a dopey smile of his own.
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Finally he opened his eyes to peer at Cain with a sort of wonder. It felt like everything they'd been through had led to this moment, and Glitch's grip on Cain's coat tightened.
"I...wow." That was immensely inarticulate, even for him. "That was very nice."
Which was a bit of an understatement, but he didn't trust himself to say more for fear of never shutting up.
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He didn't know what to say that wouldn't ruin the moment, had no idea how to put all those things that he'd wanted to say into actual words instead of just thoughts.
He looked up, warmth and mischief warring for the upper hand in his smile. "Morning, sweetheart."
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"Afternoon, I think," he remarked, ever one for technicalities (there was no way he'd be correcting 'sweetheart', however). To make up for it he nodded to the door since, cozy as this was, some shelter might be nice. "We should go in and..."
Talk, not talk, have coffee, go back to kissing, something.
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Up the stairs, round the corner of the [-shaped corridor, and Cain stopped to unlock the door to his apartment. It faced out onto the busier street rather than the backyard, which he preferred; it gave him the freedom (and what a word to use in such a place) to watch people as they moved about their day to day existence. (He liked keeping tabs, and especially in the seeming unlikely event of an emergency - but that was as far from his mind as it possibly could be.)
"Here we are. Like I said, it's not much, but-- You know, it's more than I need, actually. As long as you're here..."
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He shed his overcoat, placed it on the hook as if he'd done it a dozen times and looked the place over, touching every surface that came in range. In his life he'd spent an inordinate amount of time surrounded by grandeur, but he'd learned to appreciate simple, cozy spaces as well. So when Cain said that--
"Oh," he said, then darted over to embrace the tin man, kissed his jaw, then buried his nose at the collar of his shirt to breathe in his scent, wanting an impressionof Cain on all his senses. "Then I'll stay." The statement was muffled but the intent was clear by the way he tightened his grip. "As long as you can put up with me, I'll stay."
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He breathed deep, and his face felt entirely too warm against Glitch's cold cheek, but that was okay. It was all right. They were in from the cold, Glitch's zipper was out of harm's way (he wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn't thought to get a proper winter hat)... "Put up with you?" He asked incredulously. "You make life here easier to bear just by being around."
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"I'm glad," he said fervently. "I'm...you're a good man, Wyatt, you should be happy. I want you to be happy."
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Well, it certainly felt like a possibility. It felt like right now, right this instant, he could be honest with himself. "Just give me some time. I don't want to jinx anything, but you're giving me a lot of incentive for happiness."
He knew there's prettier ways to say what he wants to, but Glitch was the eloquent one. If anyone could put frills on words and get away with it, it was him.
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"I can be patient," Glitch replied, seriousness shot through with glee. He could also be greedy, and closed the gap to kiss Cain again. "And we've got all the time in the--"
And he paused, distracted by the ever-familiar feeling he'd forgotten something.
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"...how about that coffee, huh?"
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Yep, food will still and forever be of vital importance.
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It was ridiculous; he hadn't blushed like this since he started middle school.
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Boy scout.
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He straightened up, a packet of ginger snaps in his hand, feeling rather like there was something wrong with this picture.
Not the banter, surely, since he and Glitch... Well, it was what they did. Comments and remarks of varying acidity was their thing.
Oh, right, coffee's in the fridge, not the pantry. He tossed Glitch the ginger snaps and then silently reprimanded himself for his own scatterbrained-ness and headed to the fridge.
That same ripple of something along his spine came over him the moment he started adding coffee to the ditto maker, but he ignored it. He was in a good mood, and he wasn't about to let his paranoia get the better of him this time.
This was a Good Thing, and he sure wasn't about to mess it up. "Black? Sugar? I don't have any cream..."
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He paused in nibbling on the first biscuit because there was something in thinking about unreal things that was disconcerting. Glancing over at Cain for reassurance, he felt a wave of...fondness. Security. Yes, of course, everything was fine, and he wiped the crumbs from his lips before answering.
"Two sugars, please. I like sweet."
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...even if it didn't show, at times.
Point of the matter being: He was rather looking forward to finding out what else Glitch loved, besides apples and muglug and biscuits.
"Two sugars, comin' right up."
He didn't know whose kitchen this had been before he came here. Truth of the matter was he didn't much want to think on it, but in any case it came fully equipped. As much as he needed, anyhow. He got out two cups, prepped Glitch's with two sugars, picked them up and--
And...
And set them back on the counter, going pale as death in the face.
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And long dark hair.
Wait a second.
Glitch looked over to Cain again, this time with a puzzled frown. Why...how...
"Um." Yeah, that was an intelligent statement. "Cain? Is...something wrong?"
Yes he was mostly hoping for verification before he jumped to any absurd conclusions.
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"I... Y--you're..."
He couldn't feel his face anymore. And he couldn't feel his hand drifting to his lips either.
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"You...that was." Was, past tense, because the world was the right sort of upside-down now. The color was rising in his own face and he shook his head again. "Ozma on a pony, what was that?"
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Maybe if he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again this would turn out to be a dream: surreal, nice and disconcerting in equal measures, but ultimately harmless.
He tried it to no effect. All in vain. "I-I, no, that, I didn't mean... I don't know."
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He didn't know, he just took a few steps, stopped, took one step back, let the frown deepen.
"I don't know either," he confessed. "It was just like...you didn't mean it?"
Nope, there was absolutely no ability to focus going on here.
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If he could've, he would have backed himself right into the wall, but the kitchen counter blocked even the slightest bit of effort to that effect. He was stuck, well and good and rooted to the spot despite Glitch moving closer.
He couldn't have that; not when he felt both disappointed and relieved when Glitch backed off just as soon as he'd moved closer.
"I mean... I didn't mean it like that, like I meant it." ...no, wait, that wasn't right either. He had meant it. Even going over it all, he was struggling to find something that he hadn't meant - anything that he'd just said, for some, some sort of intensely awkward reason. But there was nothing. "Just..."
Glitch did make Taxon easier to bear just by being around, he just wasn't supposed to know it. Or he was. He should know. Cain just wasn't supposed to ever have to tell him outright, as if it was the single most important, most incredible thing there ever was.
...but when he said it, he couldn't have thought of one single thing greater than Glitch's companionship. He'd meant every single word.
He still did.
He just didn't mean it.
"Just stay where you are."
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That wasn't right; true but not the right kind of right. His fingers went to his lips, mimicry and realization of what had happened and his dark eyes went wide as he looked to Cain again.
"Not moving," he confirmed, although he wanted to but whether it was closer or away was up for debate. "Not moving Cain I'm not no I'm--" His eyes slammed shut and fingers moved from his mouth to his right temple and pressed. "Gods, what did they do?"