Rooftop Ramblings - RaCo
I wrote a RaCo fic!
Title: Rooftop Ramblings
Rating: G
Pairing: Raab/Dico
Genre: Innocent Fluff
Summary: DiCo and Raab during one of their calm moments.
I dunno what it is about him, but it just seems like he could break if you just tapped his shoulder wrong but at the same time you could drop him off a roof and he'd just bounce right back up to you no matter how many times you pushed him. I also know that the second one is true, because we've tried it. We also had a trampoline and a treetop casino.
But the times when he's not being crazy or anything and he's just sitting and being DiCo, he really does seem fragile. I like to sit with him when he's like that and just be Raab with him. Sometimes he'll lean over on me or say something all DiCo-y, but not crazy DiCo. Just random DiCo. I can't even remember what he says ever because I'm usually so relaxed that I fall asleep with him on the couch, or the roof, or wherever we are.
I walked outside and spotted him climbing up Ape's trellis to the rooftop and decided to follow him and see if this would be one of those times. It felt like a pretty calm day today, but you never can tell with DiCos.
When I got up there, he was already sitting in the square shaped dip in the tiles next to the chimney with his arms around him knees and staring off into space. He was always cute with his knit cap on.
"Hey," I whispered to him. He didn't acknowledge me at all, but he knew I was there, because I almost always was. There have been a few times I've come up here in the early morning if I couldn't find him anywhere else and found him asleep or maybe half-awake and I'd sit next to him until he was ready to go back down without falling, but not many because usually I’m up here with him and we get woken up by someone, like April, screaming.
I sat down next to him, mimicking his position, and sighed. I tried to see what he was seeing and peered into the space he was staring at.
"I like that colour," he said calmly and I looked from him back to the sky.
"Which one?" I asked. There were a ton of them seeing as they sun was just now setting. He pointed up somewhere and I scooted closer to him and pushed my shoulders against his until I could sort of make out where he was pointing to.
"That one. That sort of... orangey-blue one," he said. At first I wondered how there could be an orangey-blue because I knew from art class that those were opposites. But then I saw it. And it was orangey-blue. This isn’t meaningful or anything, but it seemed like a really big revelation right then that two opposites could mesh so well and not be some sort of gross puke-y colour. Too bad me and DiCo weren't opposites. But he did only have two moods really, and they were pretty different, clinically insane and completely lucid. I guessed that that colour represented him then. I wondered what colour I was. He pointed again.
"And that one. That one's cool, too," he said and pointed to a sort of yellow-orange-purple. That one was me. Weird and gay and kinda confusing and it sort of jumps out at you. Yep, me exactly. I sighed and told him about the colour definitions I made us.
He agreed completely. I wondered if that was a bad thing, but then I just gave up thinking about it because he'd started leaning on me again and that meant that we were probably about to fall asleep. I flopped back on the cold roof, knocking him back on top of me as the sun finally set. We came up with a few more definitions before finally nodding off. What a rough day. Being calm tires me out…